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Daily rant
My sister bought a new computer before Christmas and since then, it had blue screen crash numerous time. She's spent the entire holiday calling up the manufacturer's hotline, extremely stressed.
Monday I bought a new air conditioning unit and today when it was installed by the store's subcontractor, it didn't work. But of course he couldn't do anything, he said he couldn't open the unit as the manufacturer will void the warranty. So I've to wait till next week for the manufacturer to send someone to repair it.
It seems today's manufacturers do not build their machines to last. Lesson for a romance writer: How to build a relationship that last? Or get it off the ground, before it even starts?
Monday I bought a new air conditioning unit and today when it was installed by the store's subcontractor, it didn't work. But of course he couldn't do anything, he said he couldn't open the unit as the manufacturer will void the warranty. So I've to wait till next week for the manufacturer to send someone to repair it.
It seems today's manufacturers do not build their machines to last. Lesson for a romance writer: How to build a relationship that last? Or get it off the ground, before it even starts?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Imaginative and diverting
Three Stars from Meredith at Austensque Reviews
You can read the full review here.
From drastic improvements in the Bennet women to Caroline Bingley's unlikely alliance with a minor character, this tale is imaginative and diverting Austenesque escapism.
You can read the full review here.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Amazon Italy
I just discovered that Amazon has an Italian site. Here is the listing of my book there. It's not complete and search inside is not there for all the books. So I'll have to contact them to see if I can update the list.
For the indie authors out there, hgave you make sure your distributors/retailers have the listing about your books correctly?
For the indie authors out there, hgave you make sure your distributors/retailers have the listing about your books correctly?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Best-selling Regency romance
Another great news to share! After achieving a wonderful sales ranking in the British detectives mystery list, Fire and Cross reached No. 38 best-selling Regency romance early the week.
When I was writing the story, I was worried that the mystery would took over the romance. Luckily, romance readers still love it. Many thanks!
When I was writing the story, I was worried that the mystery would took over the romance. Luckily, romance readers still love it. Many thanks!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
New Year Fireworks - NC17, Regency
I wish all of you a Happy New Year and a great 2011! Here is a quickie I've written for Austen Underground. Happy reading! Thanks for all your support throughout the years.
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New Year Fireworks - unbeta'd, NC-17, Regency
Mr. Darcy was not happy.
When the Master was angry, the servants in Pemberley avoided him. When her brother was furious, Miss Darcy stayed away from his presence in her bed chamber. When her husband was fuming, Mrs. Darcy ignored him.
Why was Mr. Darcy so annoyed?
Mrs. Darcy had decided to continue with the preparation of the New Year’s Ball, instead of resting. Mr. Darcy thought Elizabeth should cancel the ball and stay in bed for the rest of the day, for she had fainted during the busy preparation in the morning.
Now Mr. Darcy was circulating in the ballroom, scowling at every guest, staring at every Duke, Lord and gentlemen who dared to ask his wife for a dance.
“Let us do it,” General Richard Fitzwilliam whispered to his friend.
“He will kill us tomorrow,” Charles Bingley shook his head.
“Mrs. Darcy would smooth his temper,” Richard grinned. He briskly walked to his cousin, with Bingley following. “Come, Darcy, we go and play cards.”
Mr. Darcy shook his head. “I need to watch over Elizabeth.”
Richard elbowed Bingley who said reluctantly. “Jane said she would take care of her. Come, my wife will never let you down.”
Bingley joined in with the General and pulled Darcy away from the ball.
After several rounds of card games and bottles of whisky, Mr. Darcy was happy again.
“Love you, Lizzy,” He was singing, non-stop, all the way to his chamber. Not that he could walk. He was carried by Richard and Bingley.
When Darcy slumped on the bed, hugging a pillow and wanting to sleep, he felt a cold breeze on his bottom.
“Cold, Lizzy, hug me.”
“You shall have it soon,” Bingley murmured. While Richard took out a paint brush he got from the servant earlier and worked on Darcy as quickly as he could. Bingley had his back on the door, preventing anyone from entering in.
After several minutes, General Fitzwilliam said, “Done!”
“Go!” Bingley was eager to go. He did not want to face Darcy when he woke up.
Once the two men were outside, Bingley was sent to call Mrs. Darcy up under some pretext. Mr. Darcy was not feeling well and required her assistance. Richard hid around a corner, until he saw Mrs. Darcy entered the room.
Elizabeth entered the chamber. From the bright moonlight, she could see that her husband was sleeping face down, his breeches were pulled down, exposing his white bottom.
“Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed. When she drew near, with the help of a single candle light still burning, she could see that his strong masculine buttocks were adorned with some colourful drawing. “Why Mr. Darcy! You have fireworks on your bottom.”
“Silly Lizzy! How can I have fireworks on my bottom, when I do not feel any heat?”
“Some one painted fireworks ON your buttocks.”
“Silly Lizzy, no one dares to do such a thing to the Master of Pemberley. Now no more dancing with any dukes. I am glad the ball is over and you are safely resting.” He pulled her down to lie besides him.
“But the ball is not yet finished.”
“Then why are we up here?”
“Charles said you were unwell and required my assistance.”
“I am very well,” he murmured as he rained kisses on her face and neck. His hands rubbed her full breasts through her silk gown. “Now that I can make love to my lovely Lizzy.”
“Hmh,” she moaned. “Fitzwilliam, there is a roomful of guests downstairs. We should not be doing this.”
“It is the eve of a new year, the guests shall leave before midnight.”
He hiked up her dress and slid his fingers along her folds. Mrs. Darcy forgot any further protest.
Her screams echoed the first sound of real fireworks outside the windows. The guests did not leave. While they were treated to an unforgettable display of colours in the cold winter night, the master and mistress of Pemberley enjoyed a steamy private spectacular of their own making.
What happened the next morning? Despite a sore head, Mr. Darcy was grinning to everyone. Not only did he enjoy the fierce rubbing by Mrs. Darcy for over an hour, to remove the fireworks on his buttocks, he learned about the reason of her fainting. He forgave Richard and Bingley graciously, as any soon-to-be father would have behaved.
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What do you think? Was Richard and Bingley let off too lightly?
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New Year Fireworks - unbeta'd, NC-17, Regency
Mr. Darcy was not happy.
When the Master was angry, the servants in Pemberley avoided him. When her brother was furious, Miss Darcy stayed away from his presence in her bed chamber. When her husband was fuming, Mrs. Darcy ignored him.
Why was Mr. Darcy so annoyed?
Mrs. Darcy had decided to continue with the preparation of the New Year’s Ball, instead of resting. Mr. Darcy thought Elizabeth should cancel the ball and stay in bed for the rest of the day, for she had fainted during the busy preparation in the morning.
Now Mr. Darcy was circulating in the ballroom, scowling at every guest, staring at every Duke, Lord and gentlemen who dared to ask his wife for a dance.
“Let us do it,” General Richard Fitzwilliam whispered to his friend.
“He will kill us tomorrow,” Charles Bingley shook his head.
“Mrs. Darcy would smooth his temper,” Richard grinned. He briskly walked to his cousin, with Bingley following. “Come, Darcy, we go and play cards.”
Mr. Darcy shook his head. “I need to watch over Elizabeth.”
Richard elbowed Bingley who said reluctantly. “Jane said she would take care of her. Come, my wife will never let you down.”
Bingley joined in with the General and pulled Darcy away from the ball.
After several rounds of card games and bottles of whisky, Mr. Darcy was happy again.
“Love you, Lizzy,” He was singing, non-stop, all the way to his chamber. Not that he could walk. He was carried by Richard and Bingley.
When Darcy slumped on the bed, hugging a pillow and wanting to sleep, he felt a cold breeze on his bottom.
“Cold, Lizzy, hug me.”
“You shall have it soon,” Bingley murmured. While Richard took out a paint brush he got from the servant earlier and worked on Darcy as quickly as he could. Bingley had his back on the door, preventing anyone from entering in.
After several minutes, General Fitzwilliam said, “Done!”
“Go!” Bingley was eager to go. He did not want to face Darcy when he woke up.
Once the two men were outside, Bingley was sent to call Mrs. Darcy up under some pretext. Mr. Darcy was not feeling well and required her assistance. Richard hid around a corner, until he saw Mrs. Darcy entered the room.
Elizabeth entered the chamber. From the bright moonlight, she could see that her husband was sleeping face down, his breeches were pulled down, exposing his white bottom.
“Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed. When she drew near, with the help of a single candle light still burning, she could see that his strong masculine buttocks were adorned with some colourful drawing. “Why Mr. Darcy! You have fireworks on your bottom.”
“Silly Lizzy! How can I have fireworks on my bottom, when I do not feel any heat?”
“Some one painted fireworks ON your buttocks.”
“Silly Lizzy, no one dares to do such a thing to the Master of Pemberley. Now no more dancing with any dukes. I am glad the ball is over and you are safely resting.” He pulled her down to lie besides him.
“But the ball is not yet finished.”
“Then why are we up here?”
“Charles said you were unwell and required my assistance.”
“I am very well,” he murmured as he rained kisses on her face and neck. His hands rubbed her full breasts through her silk gown. “Now that I can make love to my lovely Lizzy.”
“Hmh,” she moaned. “Fitzwilliam, there is a roomful of guests downstairs. We should not be doing this.”
“It is the eve of a new year, the guests shall leave before midnight.”
He hiked up her dress and slid his fingers along her folds. Mrs. Darcy forgot any further protest.
Her screams echoed the first sound of real fireworks outside the windows. The guests did not leave. While they were treated to an unforgettable display of colours in the cold winter night, the master and mistress of Pemberley enjoyed a steamy private spectacular of their own making.
What happened the next morning? Despite a sore head, Mr. Darcy was grinning to everyone. Not only did he enjoy the fierce rubbing by Mrs. Darcy for over an hour, to remove the fireworks on his buttocks, he learned about the reason of her fainting. He forgave Richard and Bingley graciously, as any soon-to-be father would have behaved.
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What do you think? Was Richard and Bingley let off too lightly?
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
5 Stars for Colin Firth's King's Speech
Finally some news about The King's Speech in Australian newspapers.
Yeah! Congratulations, Colin Firth. I hope you win the Oscar. Read the article here.
AS everyone surely knows by now, Tom Hooper's film is about an Australian speech therapist called Lionel Logue, who cured George VI of a debilitating stammer.
The only question left to be addressed is whether it is as good as everyone says, and the answer must surely be yes. The King's Speech is a triumph, a film of such compelling fascination and glistening perfection in every department that I'm struggling to think of something to say against it.
Yeah! Congratulations, Colin Firth. I hope you win the Oscar. Read the article here.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Mistaken Identity Part 2 - NB, NC-17
“Lydia! But she’s my youngest sister.” Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.
“I saw the photos. You were moaning with ecstasy with Richard, whatever your name.”
“You’ve my bag, just look at my driving licence. I’m Elizabeth Bennet, not Lydia.”
Darcy wanted to salute to her acting skill. Did she anticipate that he wouldn’t pay the ransom so easily? Did she in fact want to land onto a larger fish like himself? Well she fared excellently so far, for he was hooked. He didn’t even mind she had slept with Richard before. If she was willing to warm his bed until he got his fill of her delectable body, he would reward her handsomely.
Another voice in his mind told himself he was crazy. He had never had to pay for sex before. True, some of the models and starlets he dated in his younger years were after his money and flame. But he had outgrown that phase. He was more selective in his choice of women now. Perhaps that was the problem. He hadn’t got laid for many months and the spirit of this woman sparked his interest. Not just that. His whole body seemed to be on fire for the not-so-fortunate kiss that lasted less than a few seconds earlier. Her lips were lush and her mouth tasted of bitter dark chocolate. The blaze in her eyes promised a heavenly response when he got her voluptuous body under his hard muscles. He intended to fuck her to oblivion, to make her forget all the men she had before.
Giving her a sarcastic look, he picked up her bag. Not a designer one. He raised his eyebrow and started searching.
A book? Did she have to be so obvious, to pretend to be a librarian? The Importance of Being Earnest? Perhaps she was learning about how to manage her multiple identities from Earnest.
Minimal of cosmetic. That didn’t fit her profile. Darcy frowned and glanced at this-so-called Elizabeth for a second. She hadn’t put on a lot of makeup right now. Just a lip gloss that highlighted the sultry lips.
The wallet, a simple dark blue leather one without any brand again. Strange. He flipped it open. Yes, Elizabeth Bennet, aged 23, auburn hair and dark brown eyes, perhaps 159 in height. Wait! The woman in the ransom photos couldn’t be that short.
“How tall is your sister?” Darcy almost sighed with relief as he asked. She was not the whore who slept with Richard.
“Lydia is about 179,” the tension in Elizabeth’s face seemed to drop. “Now you believe I’ve nothing to do with your cousin’s disappearance.”
He pondered for a minute. “Not so fast, you can be the mastermind!”
“Your wealth doesn’t seem to have improved your mind,” she retorted. “Why would I send you photos of myself to help you find me? If I’m really the kidnapper.”
“My mind is perfectly sound. You could have faked the driving licence.”
“Show me the photos then and I can tell you how they were photo-shopped.”
“No matter if you’re involved or not, Miss Elizabeth, if that’s really your name, it’s better for me to have you,” Darcy said slowly, his eyes scanning her body. “with me, until this is resolved.”
“You can’t kidnap me in order to find your kidnapped cousin!” She exclaimed, her face turned bright red and her chest shoved up and down, following her indignation. Darcy almost forgot about the problem of Richard. He wanted to be the one to make her scream and her body pulse. But the car stopped right at this moment.
He bent forward, fast, like a panther, disarmed her, got out of the car and picked her up over his shoulders, in one move.
Elizabeth’s heart skipped. How could he not believe her? What did Lydia do this time? She could feel this angry Mr. Darcy’s hands on her butt, restricting her kicks. She tried to scratch his back but he was wearing a thick tuxedo. There were two men standing by the limo but they didn’t come to her aid, no matter how she yelled. She could see that they were inside a garage, then an elevator. It seemed to be a private building for they didn’t encounter anyone until Mr. Darcy went past a spacious sitting room and into a masculine bedroom. He threw her onto the bed.
Before Elizabeth caught her bearing and ran for the door, he threw some photos to her. She stopped dead as she caught a glimpse of the images. Every one of them was scandalous. The face was in fact hers. But the body, in different pornographic poses, entertaining this Richard, wasn’t hers.
She drew in a deep breath. “Apparently you figured out that this woman is taller than I.”
Darcy stood blocking the door and nodded. “She’s your sister, Lydia?”
She nodded and pointed out one of the photos to him. “She has a diamond tattoo on her right butt cheek…”
“Which you don’t have?” He raised his browse and then added, with a curl on his mouth. “Take off your skirt and let me have a look.”
Her eyes flashed with dangerous light. “Give me my phone. I’ll track down Lydia for you.”
“So effortless?” He still didn’t believe her.
“I told you already, Mr. Darcy,” she rolled her eyes with exasperation, “Lydia wouldn’t send you photos that can identify her or me so easily. The person who sent you the ransom note is a dumb wit.”
He titled his head to the phone by the bed. “Use that phone. It’ll record all the conversation.”
She tried her eldest sister Jane, then several of Lydia’s friends before she found her youngest sister.
“Where the hell are you?” Elizabeth yelled over the phone as there was loud music blasting from the end of the other line.
“How about a ‘I miss you, my dear Lydia’ before shouting at me?”
“I’ve no time for chit chat, Lydia! There’s a mad man named Darcy here who thought I’ve kidnapped your boyfriend Richard.”
Lydia burst out laughing. “Rich, do you know a dickhead called Darcy? He thought you’re kidnapped by Lizzy. How droll!” Her piercing laughter was echoed by several women’s chuckles. But the happy cheers were interrupted by a loud scream of pain by a man.
“Darcy, help!”
“It’s Richard,” Darcy dashed to sit near Elizabeth and lowered his head to speak to the phone. “Are you harmed? Is this Lydia hurting you? I’ll send my body guards and call the police in. Where are you?”
“Knebworth House…” Another man replied hurriedly but his revelation was cut short by Lydia’s voice.
“Poosh, you stopped right there Dickhead Darby. Rich is enjoying it. Isn’t he?” Lydia asked someone.
“Definitely!” One woman said. “Immensely.” “He asked for it.”
“How come…” Elizabeth’s murmur was covered by another loud screeching sound of Richard. “No!”
“Who’s with you, Richard?” Darcy sounded anxious. His face knotted tight.
“Darcy, call in your body guards! The ransom note was just a joke.” The other man howled in pain.
“I’m dying! You must rescue us. The women are crazy…” the wail in anguish continued. “…they tie us up…”
“Wickham!” Darcy and Elizabeth exclaimed in unison.
“Yes, Wicky is with us too,” Lydia giggled with the other women.
“Is that Aunt Phillips and Mary with you?” Elizabeth glared at Darcy but fired the question to Lydia. “What are you doing to the men? Release them. Darcy said he wouldn’t let me go unless Richard is safe.”
“Why don’t you bring your Mr. Darcy here, Lizzy?” A woman with a serious voice said. “He’ll love it. We’re having a heavy metal Christmas party at Knebworth House.”
“Mary, what are you up to? What kind of party is that? Richard and Wickham are in agony.” Elizabeth didn’t believe her.
“It’s a Brazilian waxing party,” the voice of an older woman said. “Mr. Darcy, I’m Lizzy’s aunt Mrs. Phillips. Don’t worry about your friends. They agree to the party and will look marvellous after I wax them completely. I’ve done their chest and the hair on their toes already. Next are their cute little cocks. You’re welcomed to come too. Fanny and I do a mean waxing. Aren’t we?”
“Definitely, hi Mr. Darcy. I’m Lizzy’s mom.”
Elizabeth flung herself on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“So you sent the ransom note and racy photos?” Darcy asked.
“Me?” “Not me!” “What ransom note?” “Nude photos?” “Who are in there?” “I want to see them!” The women asked on top of each other.
“Mr. Darcy received photos of Lydia making love with Richard but the face was doctored, with me on them.” Elizabeth explained, now with her hands covering her eyes. “They came with a ransom note for one million pounds, for the safe return of Richard.”
Whistles were heard from the other end of the phone and after some loud arguments, Lydia cursed. “Shithead!” It was then followed by sound of slapping. “You stole my love photos with Richard!”
“Yes, I did,” Wickham cried. “I’m sorry my gorgeous Lydia. Please just release me please. Urgh……”
“Why did you put my face on Lydia’s body?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, that’s gross,” another smacking was heard before Lydia continued, “My body is so much better than Lizzy’s. How can you degrade it by putting her face on MY body! Aunt, let me wax him.”
“Urgh…No…Please…Urgh.” Wickham’s shriek persisted.
“Lydia is waxing Wicky’s dick now, very roughly,” Mary stated with the voice of a dull clergywoman.
Amid sobs and pants, Wickham pleaded. “Please I just want revenge on Lizzy for refusing to go out with me before. I didn’t mean to tarnish your lovely body, Lydia, please, I don’t want more waxing.”
“You deserve it!” Darcy swore in a low voice before saying louder. “Richard, should I send in the body guards?”
“Too…late,” Richard’s voice was weak. “All my hair on the body is nearly gone. It hurts like hell. Lydia love, you didn’t say it will be such a torture.”
Darcy shook his head and hang up the speaker phone with force. He look at Elizabeth, who was still lying on his bed, with hands covering her eyes, breathing heavily.
He leaned down besides her and traced his knuckles along her arms.
She dropped her hands and glanced at him.
They eyes gazed at each other. The misunderstanding was gone. And the atmosphere in the bed seemed to be charged with mega kilowatt of electricity.
She raised her hand and caressed the red mark on his cheek. “I’m sorry to have hit you.”
“I’m sorry I said some really foul things to you.” He confessed shyly and held her hand to his face.
“You’re just worried about your cousin.” She smiled, licking her lips as she felt the heat from his body.
“You’ve some very,” His dimples showed. “interesting female relatives.”
“Your cousin is interesting too. Jane and I don’t live with them since I turned 15.” She panted as she saw his hand drifted lower to her waist. “We live with our father.”
“So I don’t need to worry about an invitation to a Brazilian waxing party?” He raised her hand and kissed the fingers.
“How about,” gasping, she uttered in a low voice, “a slumber party?”
He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth drew to her sultry lips.
From the mistaken identity of a kidnapper, Elizabeth’s life was forever changed from that night onward. She became the girlfriend and then the wife of Mr. Darcy, one of the most eligible bachelors of England.
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Surprised? Enough? Feedback please. Thanks Paula for the party idea. Many thanks for reading and happy Christmas!
“I saw the photos. You were moaning with ecstasy with Richard, whatever your name.”
“You’ve my bag, just look at my driving licence. I’m Elizabeth Bennet, not Lydia.”
Darcy wanted to salute to her acting skill. Did she anticipate that he wouldn’t pay the ransom so easily? Did she in fact want to land onto a larger fish like himself? Well she fared excellently so far, for he was hooked. He didn’t even mind she had slept with Richard before. If she was willing to warm his bed until he got his fill of her delectable body, he would reward her handsomely.
Another voice in his mind told himself he was crazy. He had never had to pay for sex before. True, some of the models and starlets he dated in his younger years were after his money and flame. But he had outgrown that phase. He was more selective in his choice of women now. Perhaps that was the problem. He hadn’t got laid for many months and the spirit of this woman sparked his interest. Not just that. His whole body seemed to be on fire for the not-so-fortunate kiss that lasted less than a few seconds earlier. Her lips were lush and her mouth tasted of bitter dark chocolate. The blaze in her eyes promised a heavenly response when he got her voluptuous body under his hard muscles. He intended to fuck her to oblivion, to make her forget all the men she had before.
Giving her a sarcastic look, he picked up her bag. Not a designer one. He raised his eyebrow and started searching.
A book? Did she have to be so obvious, to pretend to be a librarian? The Importance of Being Earnest? Perhaps she was learning about how to manage her multiple identities from Earnest.
Minimal of cosmetic. That didn’t fit her profile. Darcy frowned and glanced at this-so-called Elizabeth for a second. She hadn’t put on a lot of makeup right now. Just a lip gloss that highlighted the sultry lips.
The wallet, a simple dark blue leather one without any brand again. Strange. He flipped it open. Yes, Elizabeth Bennet, aged 23, auburn hair and dark brown eyes, perhaps 159 in height. Wait! The woman in the ransom photos couldn’t be that short.
“How tall is your sister?” Darcy almost sighed with relief as he asked. She was not the whore who slept with Richard.
“Lydia is about 179,” the tension in Elizabeth’s face seemed to drop. “Now you believe I’ve nothing to do with your cousin’s disappearance.”
He pondered for a minute. “Not so fast, you can be the mastermind!”
“Your wealth doesn’t seem to have improved your mind,” she retorted. “Why would I send you photos of myself to help you find me? If I’m really the kidnapper.”
“My mind is perfectly sound. You could have faked the driving licence.”
“Show me the photos then and I can tell you how they were photo-shopped.”
“No matter if you’re involved or not, Miss Elizabeth, if that’s really your name, it’s better for me to have you,” Darcy said slowly, his eyes scanning her body. “with me, until this is resolved.”
“You can’t kidnap me in order to find your kidnapped cousin!” She exclaimed, her face turned bright red and her chest shoved up and down, following her indignation. Darcy almost forgot about the problem of Richard. He wanted to be the one to make her scream and her body pulse. But the car stopped right at this moment.
He bent forward, fast, like a panther, disarmed her, got out of the car and picked her up over his shoulders, in one move.
Elizabeth’s heart skipped. How could he not believe her? What did Lydia do this time? She could feel this angry Mr. Darcy’s hands on her butt, restricting her kicks. She tried to scratch his back but he was wearing a thick tuxedo. There were two men standing by the limo but they didn’t come to her aid, no matter how she yelled. She could see that they were inside a garage, then an elevator. It seemed to be a private building for they didn’t encounter anyone until Mr. Darcy went past a spacious sitting room and into a masculine bedroom. He threw her onto the bed.
Before Elizabeth caught her bearing and ran for the door, he threw some photos to her. She stopped dead as she caught a glimpse of the images. Every one of them was scandalous. The face was in fact hers. But the body, in different pornographic poses, entertaining this Richard, wasn’t hers.
She drew in a deep breath. “Apparently you figured out that this woman is taller than I.”
Darcy stood blocking the door and nodded. “She’s your sister, Lydia?”
She nodded and pointed out one of the photos to him. “She has a diamond tattoo on her right butt cheek…”
“Which you don’t have?” He raised his browse and then added, with a curl on his mouth. “Take off your skirt and let me have a look.”
Her eyes flashed with dangerous light. “Give me my phone. I’ll track down Lydia for you.”
“So effortless?” He still didn’t believe her.
“I told you already, Mr. Darcy,” she rolled her eyes with exasperation, “Lydia wouldn’t send you photos that can identify her or me so easily. The person who sent you the ransom note is a dumb wit.”
He titled his head to the phone by the bed. “Use that phone. It’ll record all the conversation.”
She tried her eldest sister Jane, then several of Lydia’s friends before she found her youngest sister.
“Where the hell are you?” Elizabeth yelled over the phone as there was loud music blasting from the end of the other line.
“How about a ‘I miss you, my dear Lydia’ before shouting at me?”
“I’ve no time for chit chat, Lydia! There’s a mad man named Darcy here who thought I’ve kidnapped your boyfriend Richard.”
Lydia burst out laughing. “Rich, do you know a dickhead called Darcy? He thought you’re kidnapped by Lizzy. How droll!” Her piercing laughter was echoed by several women’s chuckles. But the happy cheers were interrupted by a loud scream of pain by a man.
“Darcy, help!”
“It’s Richard,” Darcy dashed to sit near Elizabeth and lowered his head to speak to the phone. “Are you harmed? Is this Lydia hurting you? I’ll send my body guards and call the police in. Where are you?”
“Knebworth House…” Another man replied hurriedly but his revelation was cut short by Lydia’s voice.
“Poosh, you stopped right there Dickhead Darby. Rich is enjoying it. Isn’t he?” Lydia asked someone.
“Definitely!” One woman said. “Immensely.” “He asked for it.”
“How come…” Elizabeth’s murmur was covered by another loud screeching sound of Richard. “No!”
“Who’s with you, Richard?” Darcy sounded anxious. His face knotted tight.
“Darcy, call in your body guards! The ransom note was just a joke.” The other man howled in pain.
“I’m dying! You must rescue us. The women are crazy…” the wail in anguish continued. “…they tie us up…”
“Wickham!” Darcy and Elizabeth exclaimed in unison.
“Yes, Wicky is with us too,” Lydia giggled with the other women.
“Is that Aunt Phillips and Mary with you?” Elizabeth glared at Darcy but fired the question to Lydia. “What are you doing to the men? Release them. Darcy said he wouldn’t let me go unless Richard is safe.”
“Why don’t you bring your Mr. Darcy here, Lizzy?” A woman with a serious voice said. “He’ll love it. We’re having a heavy metal Christmas party at Knebworth House.”
“Mary, what are you up to? What kind of party is that? Richard and Wickham are in agony.” Elizabeth didn’t believe her.
“It’s a Brazilian waxing party,” the voice of an older woman said. “Mr. Darcy, I’m Lizzy’s aunt Mrs. Phillips. Don’t worry about your friends. They agree to the party and will look marvellous after I wax them completely. I’ve done their chest and the hair on their toes already. Next are their cute little cocks. You’re welcomed to come too. Fanny and I do a mean waxing. Aren’t we?”
“Definitely, hi Mr. Darcy. I’m Lizzy’s mom.”
Elizabeth flung herself on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“So you sent the ransom note and racy photos?” Darcy asked.
“Me?” “Not me!” “What ransom note?” “Nude photos?” “Who are in there?” “I want to see them!” The women asked on top of each other.
“Mr. Darcy received photos of Lydia making love with Richard but the face was doctored, with me on them.” Elizabeth explained, now with her hands covering her eyes. “They came with a ransom note for one million pounds, for the safe return of Richard.”
Whistles were heard from the other end of the phone and after some loud arguments, Lydia cursed. “Shithead!” It was then followed by sound of slapping. “You stole my love photos with Richard!”
“Yes, I did,” Wickham cried. “I’m sorry my gorgeous Lydia. Please just release me please. Urgh……”
“Why did you put my face on Lydia’s body?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, that’s gross,” another smacking was heard before Lydia continued, “My body is so much better than Lizzy’s. How can you degrade it by putting her face on MY body! Aunt, let me wax him.”
“Urgh…No…Please…Urgh.” Wickham’s shriek persisted.
“Lydia is waxing Wicky’s dick now, very roughly,” Mary stated with the voice of a dull clergywoman.
Amid sobs and pants, Wickham pleaded. “Please I just want revenge on Lizzy for refusing to go out with me before. I didn’t mean to tarnish your lovely body, Lydia, please, I don’t want more waxing.”
“You deserve it!” Darcy swore in a low voice before saying louder. “Richard, should I send in the body guards?”
“Too…late,” Richard’s voice was weak. “All my hair on the body is nearly gone. It hurts like hell. Lydia love, you didn’t say it will be such a torture.”
Darcy shook his head and hang up the speaker phone with force. He look at Elizabeth, who was still lying on his bed, with hands covering her eyes, breathing heavily.
He leaned down besides her and traced his knuckles along her arms.
She dropped her hands and glanced at him.
They eyes gazed at each other. The misunderstanding was gone. And the atmosphere in the bed seemed to be charged with mega kilowatt of electricity.
She raised her hand and caressed the red mark on his cheek. “I’m sorry to have hit you.”
“I’m sorry I said some really foul things to you.” He confessed shyly and held her hand to his face.
“You’re just worried about your cousin.” She smiled, licking her lips as she felt the heat from his body.
“You’ve some very,” His dimples showed. “interesting female relatives.”
“Your cousin is interesting too. Jane and I don’t live with them since I turned 15.” She panted as she saw his hand drifted lower to her waist. “We live with our father.”
“So I don’t need to worry about an invitation to a Brazilian waxing party?” He raised her hand and kissed the fingers.
“How about,” gasping, she uttered in a low voice, “a slumber party?”
He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth drew to her sultry lips.
From the mistaken identity of a kidnapper, Elizabeth’s life was forever changed from that night onward. She became the girlfriend and then the wife of Mr. Darcy, one of the most eligible bachelors of England.
***
Surprised? Enough? Feedback please. Thanks Paula for the party idea. Many thanks for reading and happy Christmas!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Mistaken Identity Part 1 - NB, NC-17
“Let go of me!” Elizabeth yelled as she was pushed into a limo. It then sped away in high speed. She tried the door and it was locked. How could this have happened in Meryton? It was supposed to be a quiet and picturesque country town. She had lived there all her life until she moved to Cambridge last month.
Inside in the plush leather seat opposite, a man in tuxedo with arms folded across his chest stared at her. He had dark curly hair, broad shoulders and cold expression. At least he didn’t look like an axe murderer, she thought. But there was no telling these days. He could be a serial killer.
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”
“Where is Richard?” He asked.
“Richard?” She frowned, thinking hard on her friends. “I don’t know any Richard. You’ve got the wrong person. Let me go or I’ll call the police.”
“I don’t think so, Miss Bennet. Kidnapping is a serious crime. And you’re the one who’s keeping Richard. It’s late and I’m tired. Tell me where he’s and I may put in some good words for you to the police.”
How did he know my name? Elizabeth thought. “No, I don’t know who this Richard is and I haven’t kidnapped him. I’m just a librarian working in the university. You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Librarian? That’s not what Richard told me.” He sneered. “You tell me where Richard is or you stay with me, for as long as it takes.”
“How many times did I’ve to tell you I don’t know him!”
“Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen the memory stick. You’ve known him, very well in fact.”
“What memory stick?”
“The one with scores of photos of you, opening your legs and let Richard suck your pussy to heaven.”
Elizabeth’s face turned bright red. Anger rose in her chest, she flew across the limo and slapped him across the face.
Snap!
Her hand landed on his angular cheek, loud and clear. She gasped, not believing what she had done. She had never hit another person in her life before.
As her body froze, Darcy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“Wildcat!” He swore. His eyes flashed with angers. Her wild struggling rubbed her body against his wildly. Blood rushed from his head. Her breasts were pert and lush. Her nipples had peak, as she struggled against him. His arms had pinned her hands behind her back. He could feel her narrow waist and her round bouncy bottom. What a wild woman!
He didn’t study the photos that came with the ransom note long. He was not a pervert and found the body of this gold digger disgusting at that time. After all, his cousin Richard met her at a night club frequented by footballers. He told Darcy she was a good and easy fuck after he plied her with enough wine and gifts. They had been seeing each other for a month now.
But Darcy didn’t know why, in close proximity, this slut seemed to have bewitched him. Her eyes showed a myriad of emotions: innocence, fire and strength. These feelings could not be true. She spent her young life so far trying to feed on rich men. Her overused body was creating havoc in his, making his cock rise.
“Stop struggling.” His face was inches away from hers. “If you’re in such a desperate need of a million pounds, you can open your legs for me a few times. After all, the Darcy name weighs more in gold. There’s no need to involve Richard.” Against his own better judgement, he made her an offer. To follow that, he rubbed his arousal against her thighs, making his interest clear to her. The mere touch nearly undid him. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rioting blood but at the same time drew in her lavender scent. It was so refreshing, different from most of the manufactured perfumes.
“You’re sick!” Elizabeth spatted. “I’ve never slept with this Richard and I’ll never sleep with you. Let me go!”
“Your voice hurts my ears.” He said and then lowered his lips to silent her with a kiss.
She would not give in to such assault and bit him hard on the lips.
He yelled out in pain. She took the opportunity to struggle free of him and sat back on the opposite side of the seat.
“Don’t try it again.” She threatened menacingly, holding the fountain pen she grabbed from his breast pocket. “Or I won’t be responsible for my action.”
He brushed the blood from his lips and glared at her.
“Now ask the men to stop the car.”
“There’s no use. My body guards can disarm you easily.” He folded his arms across his chest again.
Elizabeth glared at him, drew in some deep breathes. “Then let start right at the beginning, Mr. Darcy,” she gathered her wit to get to the heart of the matter. Now that she had a small weapon in her hand and stayed far away from him, she felt a little more in control. “You were sent a memory stick, supposing with photos of me…having sex with this Richard. He has disappeared and from the note that came with the memory stick, his release would depend on your providing a million pounds. This Richard has told you he has known an Elizabeth Bennet? Who is not a librarian working in University of Cambridge? Who is this Richard to you? And what did he tell you this woman do?”
“If you want to continue to play game, I can indulge you,” Darcy replied with a sneer. “Richard is my cousin. He told me he met you at a night club in London a month ago, Miss Lydia Bennet.”
Inside in the plush leather seat opposite, a man in tuxedo with arms folded across his chest stared at her. He had dark curly hair, broad shoulders and cold expression. At least he didn’t look like an axe murderer, she thought. But there was no telling these days. He could be a serial killer.
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”
“Where is Richard?” He asked.
“Richard?” She frowned, thinking hard on her friends. “I don’t know any Richard. You’ve got the wrong person. Let me go or I’ll call the police.”
“I don’t think so, Miss Bennet. Kidnapping is a serious crime. And you’re the one who’s keeping Richard. It’s late and I’m tired. Tell me where he’s and I may put in some good words for you to the police.”
How did he know my name? Elizabeth thought. “No, I don’t know who this Richard is and I haven’t kidnapped him. I’m just a librarian working in the university. You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Librarian? That’s not what Richard told me.” He sneered. “You tell me where Richard is or you stay with me, for as long as it takes.”
“How many times did I’ve to tell you I don’t know him!”
“Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen the memory stick. You’ve known him, very well in fact.”
“What memory stick?”
“The one with scores of photos of you, opening your legs and let Richard suck your pussy to heaven.”
Elizabeth’s face turned bright red. Anger rose in her chest, she flew across the limo and slapped him across the face.
Snap!
Her hand landed on his angular cheek, loud and clear. She gasped, not believing what she had done. She had never hit another person in her life before.
As her body froze, Darcy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“Wildcat!” He swore. His eyes flashed with angers. Her wild struggling rubbed her body against his wildly. Blood rushed from his head. Her breasts were pert and lush. Her nipples had peak, as she struggled against him. His arms had pinned her hands behind her back. He could feel her narrow waist and her round bouncy bottom. What a wild woman!
He didn’t study the photos that came with the ransom note long. He was not a pervert and found the body of this gold digger disgusting at that time. After all, his cousin Richard met her at a night club frequented by footballers. He told Darcy she was a good and easy fuck after he plied her with enough wine and gifts. They had been seeing each other for a month now.
But Darcy didn’t know why, in close proximity, this slut seemed to have bewitched him. Her eyes showed a myriad of emotions: innocence, fire and strength. These feelings could not be true. She spent her young life so far trying to feed on rich men. Her overused body was creating havoc in his, making his cock rise.
“Stop struggling.” His face was inches away from hers. “If you’re in such a desperate need of a million pounds, you can open your legs for me a few times. After all, the Darcy name weighs more in gold. There’s no need to involve Richard.” Against his own better judgement, he made her an offer. To follow that, he rubbed his arousal against her thighs, making his interest clear to her. The mere touch nearly undid him. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rioting blood but at the same time drew in her lavender scent. It was so refreshing, different from most of the manufactured perfumes.
“You’re sick!” Elizabeth spatted. “I’ve never slept with this Richard and I’ll never sleep with you. Let me go!”
“Your voice hurts my ears.” He said and then lowered his lips to silent her with a kiss.
She would not give in to such assault and bit him hard on the lips.
He yelled out in pain. She took the opportunity to struggle free of him and sat back on the opposite side of the seat.
“Don’t try it again.” She threatened menacingly, holding the fountain pen she grabbed from his breast pocket. “Or I won’t be responsible for my action.”
He brushed the blood from his lips and glared at her.
“Now ask the men to stop the car.”
“There’s no use. My body guards can disarm you easily.” He folded his arms across his chest again.
Elizabeth glared at him, drew in some deep breathes. “Then let start right at the beginning, Mr. Darcy,” she gathered her wit to get to the heart of the matter. Now that she had a small weapon in her hand and stayed far away from him, she felt a little more in control. “You were sent a memory stick, supposing with photos of me…having sex with this Richard. He has disappeared and from the note that came with the memory stick, his release would depend on your providing a million pounds. This Richard has told you he has known an Elizabeth Bennet? Who is not a librarian working in University of Cambridge? Who is this Richard to you? And what did he tell you this woman do?”
“If you want to continue to play game, I can indulge you,” Darcy replied with a sneer. “Richard is my cousin. He told me he met you at a night club in London a month ago, Miss Lydia Bennet.”
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Fire and Cross in UK, Germany and France
For readers in UK, Germany and France, you can buy Fire and Cross in paperback via Amazon now. It's taken a bit of time to get them listed. But they are there. Remember, do post a review if you like the book. Or tag it to help others to find it.
For readers from other countries, you can ask your bookshops or libraries to order it as it is available via Ingram, the largest book distributor in the world. Just remember to tell them the ISBN number of 978-0-9806105-7-4. Happy reading!
Here are the links on my website.
For readers from other countries, you can ask your bookshops or libraries to order it as it is available via Ingram, the largest book distributor in the world. Just remember to tell them the ISBN number of 978-0-9806105-7-4. Happy reading!
Here are the links on my website.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Pride and Prejudice sequel in Portuguese
Dear Portuguese readers,
I'm blogging at Ana's blog The Dog that ate the book. I'll have a short excerpt of Fire and Cross in Portuguese and you can win a souvenir and my ebook too. Drop by if you have time.
I'm blogging at Ana's blog The Dog that ate the book. I'll have a short excerpt of Fire and Cross in Portuguese and you can win a souvenir and my ebook too. Drop by if you have time.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Scary movies
Fire and Cross has a bit of mystery in it but no horror. I still remember watching The Omen when I was 12 years old. Four of us (classmates) went to the cineman one afternoon and it was nearly empty. I remember myself slipping down the chair when the mysterious or horror moments appeared on the screen.
Scary!
Which movies had scared the hell out of you when you were young?
Friday, December 10, 2010
Drafting Fire and Cross book cover
Let's continue with other book covers we have considered.
We didn't choose them either, so didn't buy the photo. But the construction of the photos looks quite good still.
We didn't choose them either, so didn't buy the photo. But the construction of the photos looks quite good still.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Developing Fire and Cross cover
I didn't choose any of them. Which element don't you like either?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Firth thinks Mr. Darcy is dandruff
Guess what Colin Firth said when a journalist asked him about Mr. Darcy?
Hmm, I'm not sure I like this comparison.
You can read the full interview here. The other parts of the interview are more interesting.
Do you feel like you're still trying to shed the legacy of Mr Darcy?
People increasingly ask me about Mr Darcy as if he's dandruff. My memory isn't good enough to have any real feelings on the matter. I imagine people with dandruff are also blissfully unaware of what they're carrying around.
Hmm, I'm not sure I like this comparison.
You can read the full interview here. The other parts of the interview are more interesting.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Sexy Back - Mr. Darcy
Amayadory, the creator of this video and the one about Richard Armitage, sure likes the song Sexy Back. And in the last shot of the video, Colin is so hot! I need a fan to cool me down...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Super Sexy Bollywood Hunks
Ok, I don't know about Bollywood movies at all. But there's no harm watching the eye candies. I think Roshan look like the most yummy one.
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