GIVEAWAY!! Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen by Sally Smith O’Rourke with a guest post and excerpt

Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen
written by Sally Smith O’Rourke          
published by Victorian Essence Press 

find it here: Barnes & NobleAmazon, iBooks, Goodreads


Why did I pick this book: The author asked that I review her book. As a huge Jane Austen fan, I happily accepted her request. (I received a copy of this book for review purposes.)


Did I enjoy this book: I really did enjoy this book. I thought it was creative, different, and very enjoyable. 

Any Jane Austen fan loves Pride and Prejudice (one of my absolute favorite books of all time) and those fans have probably all wondered…who is Mr. Darcy? How did Jane Austen come up with him? Was he based on a real person? Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen answers these questions in a fantastic way. Yes, Mr. Darcy is based on a real person (with the same name!) that impressed Jane and left her longing for him…or at least for a man like him.

Fitz Darcy loves Jane Austen. He met her when he accidentally found a portal back to 1810 and was nursed back to health by Jane herself. Now, he has met Eliza who found and delivered the letters addressed to him from Jane Austen. He is completely in love with Eliza and wonders if that is possible after such a short time. However, his feelings for Jane concern Eliza. Eliza is a modern woman who sees love as not being logical or rational. She has not had any serious, committed relationships and cannot imagine herself entering into one or finding that “one true love.” That is until she met Fitz Darcy and can’t shake the feeling of comfort and belonging when she is with him. 

These two main characters – Fitz and Eliza – were well-written and made sense. You could see who they were, what they were thinking, and how they felt for one another. Their love for each other was apparent to the reader even as they were trying to figure it out for themselves. Fitz is kind, generous, and an all-around good guy. He can be a bit harsh sometimes but that can be overlooked easily. Eliza is an artist with great talent but who is humble. She can be too logical at times but it doesn’t hold her back.

The main events that occur in this book are interesting and somewhat typical for time travel books. Jane Austen’s brother’s groom, Robert Simmons, came through the portal looking for Fitz in order to make a better life for himself. This concerns Fitz because the appearance of Simmons in the future could alter Jane’s life in the past. Of course, Simmons is completely out of his element and amazed by what he sees and learns about the future. 

Although this is a second book of a series, you do not need to read the first book, The Man Who Loved Jane Austen. I have not read it…yet. I definitely want to read it and I have purchased a copy for my Nook. It’s waiting for my attention!

Would I recommend it: I would recommend this book especially to Jane Austen fans.


Will I read it again: I just might read this book again…not every year, but definitely in a few years.


About the book – from Goodreads: 
Was Mr. Darcy real? Is time travel really possible? For pragmatic Manhattan artist Eliza Knight the answer to both questions is absolutely, Yes! And Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley Farms, Virginia is the reason why!

His tale of love and romance in Regency England leaves Eliza in no doubt that Fitz Darcy is the embodiment of Jane Austen’s legendary hero. And she’s falling in love with him. But can the man who loved the inimitable Jane Austen ever love average, ordinary Eliza Knight?

Eliza’s doubts grow, perhaps out of proportion, when things start to happen in the quiet hamlet of Chawton, England; events that could change everything. Will the beloved author become the wedge that divides Fitz and Eliza or the tie that binds them?


Every Free Chance Book Reviews is pleased to welcome Sally Smith O’Rourke, author of Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen, to the blog today. She has prepared the following guest post for all of you.
Was Mr. Darcy real?

In this year, the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, it seems a relevant question. In reading biographies of Jane Austen, it becomes apparent that the famed author based virtually all of the characters in her books on the people in her life. Some, like friends and family, were people with whom she was very close, some were neighbors, others were merely passing acquaintances and very likely there were people she had never met but had observed.

The one character that most Austen biographers have never been able to identify is Mr. Darcy. There are many theories, of course, but, unlike virtually all her other characters, Mr. Darcy of Pemberley remains an enigma.

Fitzwilliam Darcy was different in 1813 when the literary world met him for the first time and he is different today. A man of his stature and wealth would very likely, even today, have simply walked away from a rejection such as Elizabeth Bennet’s. Never having been told no and used to people bowing to his every whim, he is initially shocked and angered by such impertinence; but ultimately he is dissatisfied with himself.  Humbled by her reproof, he makes a concerted effort to change, not to win Elizabeth’s hand, but to become a man able to please a woman worthy of being pleased. Darcy is the ultimate romantic lead because he altered his perceptions and prejudices. How Austen came to write so uncommon a man for any time intrigued me and sent me on the journey that brought about the creation of The Man Who Loved Jane Austen.

In the late 1990s, my late husband, Michael, and I vacated our home at the recommendation of the Health Department because the house was harboring toxic mold. In an attempt to redirect what had become an obsession with the house and resulting lawsuit, we sat down one night and watched the wonderful Andrew Davies’ adaptation of Pride and Prejudice; all five hours of it, in one sitting. In continuing our non-obsession plan, I re-read the book and then all of Austen’s other writings and became fascinated with the author herself. Not only had she created the inimitable Mr. Darcy, but heroines that were strong and independent.

By the time I had finished reading all six of Austen’s novels and three biographies, Mike was ready to start a new project and suggested that we resurrect a time travel story I’d started a few years before but never finished. However, I suggested something else entirely and The Man Who Loved Jane Austen was born.

In our hands, Darcy became a Virginia horse breeder whose family history stretches back to the revolution. On a trip to England to purchase, Lord Nelson, a champion jumper, Darcy is injured when thrown from the horse and wakes up in Jane Austen’s bed. So begins his journey to 1810.

Darcy couldn’t have a permanent relationship with Austen so we created Eliza Knight, successful New York artist. Eliza triggers the story in The Man Who Loved Jane Austen when she finds two letters in an antique vanity. One is an open letter from an F. Darcy to Jane Austen and the other, sealed with a fanciful letter ‘A’, to Fitzwilliam Darcy from Jane Austen.

Even though Mike was a published author (dark fiction as Michael O’Rourke and political thrillers as F.M. O’Rourke), we made no attempt to get the book published and I can’t really tell you why. I don’t know if time has stripped me of the memory or if it just wasn’t important. We had written the book for us. Mike called it the ultimate valentine because it came out of the love we had for each other. So, after completing the manuscript, we type-set, printed and hand-bound copies of it and gave them as gifts to family and friends. Then my world crashed and burned. In November 2001, two weeks before his sixtieth birthday Mike died suddenly; we had not gotten out of the house soon enough.

The Man Who Loved Jane Austen sat on the shelf for several years while I struggled through the grief and worked at putting my life back together. Once I was thinking straight again, I realized that I didn’t want our little story to die with Mike.

The Man Who Loved Jane Austen was published in 2006. The publisher didn’t want two names on the cover (which was how I had presented it) and preferred the one name be mine as I would be doing revisions and promotions. So only my name appears on the cover of the book. I often regret not insisting that Mike’s name be used as a tribute to him. But regret serves no useful purpose and people from all over the world have read and enjoyed his work and that was my objective.

One of the things I’ve always considered odd is that no journals or diaries written by Jane Austen have survived. Did she not keep any because she was busy writing fiction or were they destroyed, like so many of her letters, by her family’s misguided attempt to protect her legacy? Whatever the reason, I thought it might be fun to create a journal chronicling the Spring of 1810 when Jane met Mr. Darcy, from her point of view. But who was I to write as though I was Jane Austen?!?
Instead, I decided to write a story that takes place for Jane, the summer of 1813, after the successful publication of Pride and Prejudice and for Darcy the week following his heritage Rose Ball from the end of The Man Who Loved Jane Austen.

Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen reacquaints readers with Americans Fitz Darcy and Eliza Knight, juxtaposing their blossoming relationship with Jane Austen’s life as she copes with the subtle celebrity of being ‘the lady’ who wrote Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice. Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen delves into the complex nature of the man who is the embodiment of Jane Austen’s most romantic and legendary hero and the women who love him.

As he spins his tale of love and romance in Regency England, Eliza is in no doubt that Fitz Darcy was Jane Austen’s inspiration for the enigmatic Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice. Eliza is falling in love with him. But, can the man who loved the inimitable Jane Austen ever love average, ordinary Eliza Knight?

Eliza’s doubts grow when things start to happen in the quiet hamlet of Chawton, England; events that could change everything. Will the beloved author become the wedge that divides Fitz and Eliza or the tie that binds them?







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Please enjoy the following excerpt from Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen


Chapter 5

Although the sun was fully up in the Virginia summer sky, it was not yet hot. Fitz found jumping exhilarating; the cool morning air caressing his face, and Lord Nelson, so strong and graceful, took all the jumps with no effort.

Heritage Week was over so things could get back to normal. He shrugged. Whatever normal is. He realized there was a very good chance that his normal was about to change radically. Eliza’s letter—the one she had found written to him from Jane—had ended his search for the truth of his Regency encounter. But Eliza did much more than give him the letter.

He had been merely surviving, not living, in the years since his mother’s death. He’d thrown himself into the business of Pemberley Farms to the exclusion of almost everything else. Eliza’s arrival had heralded an acute awareness of that fact. It was as though a light was suddenly shining so he could see the world around him. She made him want to live again. And she had given him the letter… Jane’s letter.

Fitz reined Lord Nelson to a walk as they entered the cool shade of the woods on the edge of his property.

Jane. He had spent more than three years seeking proof of his meeting with her and of her feelings for him. Almost as if he’d been transported again back to Chawton in 1810, the image of Jane’s sweet face flooded his mind. He thought back to that morning and his inauspicious entrance into Jane Austen’s life.

The combination of his head injury and the laudanum prescribed by Mr. Hudson, the Austen family physician, caused Darcy to slip in and out of consciousness. He tried to sit up, the effort making him dizzy.

Jane gently laid a hand on his chest. “Please, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Hudson wants you to remain still.”

Through a cotton mouth, his head spinning, Darcy asked, “Mr. Hudson?”

“The doctor,” Jane said. “You must rest now Mr. Darcy.” The American looked at her face. Her curiosity was palpable even in his drugged state. Unable to think clearly, never mind responding to questions he wasn’t sure he could answer, he closed his eyes completely and turned his head away.

Jane returned to her vanity table where she continued to write; a single candle and the flames in the fireplace her only light. Interrupted in her writing by a low murmur from Darcy, she took the candle and quietly approached the bed. He was tossing back and forth, his face flushed and contorted; he was speaking in quiet tones, a hodgepodge of words that meant nothing to her. He spoke what she could only suppose were the nonsensical ramblings of a sick brain; she attributed words like television and jet to his head injury and delirium. She placed her hand softly on his cheek and was distressed by the heat radiating from him. Using fresh linen soaked in water from the pitcher on her wash stand, Jane swabbed his face and neck, then laid it across his forehead. It seemed to calm him and she went back to her writing.

Each time he grew restless Jane stopped writing and went to the bed to refresh the linen with cool water. After three episodes in close succession she remained on the edge of the bed so she was at hand, and each time he started to toss and turn she would caress his face and neck with the cool, damp linen in hopes that it would, in time, reduce his fever.

She stayed there until Darcy’s features turned placid and he was breathing more evenly. He finally seemed to be sleeping comfortably. She laid her small, soft hand on his cheek. The fever was broken. She dropped the cloth into the basin. Stiff from sitting in one position for so long without support, she stood up and stretched. She was not particularly tired but needed to get some rest.

Quietly she crossed the wooden floor and slipped the small pages of writing she was working on into the drawer of the vanity, then took a nightgown from the closet next to the fireplace. Glancing back at the bed she stepped behind the screen.

He opened his eyes just enough to see her slender, full-breasted figure silhouetted on the muslin screen, back-lit by the remnants of the fire as the light fabric of her nightgown floated down to envelope her.

Jane stopped at the bed before making her way to Cassandra’s room for a few hours of sleep. As she stood over him he watched surreptitiously through the veil of his eyelashes. She leaned down and whispered, “Good night, Mr. Darcy,” almost brushing his lips with her own. In spite of his continuing laudanum haze, he could see that her eyes were filled with a tenderness that caused him to grab her hand as she straightened up; he didn’t want her to go.

Without opening his eyes or letting go of her hand he said, “Please don’t leave me.”

Unsure whether this was further evidence of the delirium or whether he was actually requesting her presence, she pulled her hand away. He did not move to take it again but said, “Please, stay.”

Cognizant of Mr. Hudson’s admonition of keeping the injured American calm and concerned her leaving might agitate him, Jane sat once again on the edge of the bed. Darcy smiled in the flickering flame of the dying fire. He said nothing more but gently took her hand. He did not relinquish it again until she rose to move to a chair by the side of the bed where she finally slept.

The movement woke him. His mind finally clear of drugs, he scanned the room in the dim, pre-dawn light. There were no electrical outlets or switches, no lamps, television or telephone, and the only clock appeared to be pendulum driven. Everyone he’d seen wore costumes similar to the ones people wore to the Rose Ball. Those things and the medical treatment he had received led him to the inexplicable conclusion that somehow he’d fallen into another time—a time when Jane Austen was alive.

And there she sat, serene in what had to be an uncomfortable position for sleep; his nurse, his savior and much prettier than she was depicted in the only portrait of her to survive to the twenty-first century. She was not the brazen hussy of Darcy family lore but a sweet and loving woman who took care of him without concern for her own safety or expecting anything in return. His mother would have said she was a true Christian.

As he watched her in the pale light of the dying embers his head started to throb as though a nail was being driven through it. He closed his eyes and blessed sleep overtook him.

  

Jane was an incredibly strong, intelligent, willful and virtuous woman who followed the propriety of the day… mostly. During the last three years he’d often wondered what might have happened between them if he’d been forced to stay in early nineteenth-century England. Of course with the way her brothers felt about him, he probably wouldn’t have seen her again.

If the circumstances had been different would he have married her? He could have been happy with her, he supposed, but over the years he’d come to realize that the love he felt for her was based on who she was, the awe in which he held her, caring for him when she certainly didn’t have to, loving him. Then again, did she love him? She had never said it and the letter Eliza had found and given him showed obvious affection but she urged him to find his true love. Apparently she didn’t think she was it. Had they ever loved each other or had it just been a fling across the ages?

He laughed. What difference did any of it make? Jane Austen had been dead for almost two hundred years. Still, the undisputed icon of witty English romance had kissed him whether she loved him or not. He still had to pinch himself to believe it had ever happened.

He had no such questions about Eliza. Everything felt right when he was with her. This was no fling. He had no idea where they were headed, but for the first time in years he was looking forward to the rest of his life. As long as Eliza was with him he didn’t care where they were headed.

Fitz and Lord Nelson crossed the bridge at a leisurely gait; the ground fog was burning off in the warm morning sun. Had it really been only two days since he and the great stallion were galloping across the bridge before the fog had lifted and run Eliza off the road and into a muddy drainage ditch? He hadn’t even realized she was there until it had happened. When he did, he brought Nelson to a stop and, without questioning who she was or why she was walking along a road on his property, he had lifted her onto Lord Nelson’s back and then swung up behind her. She was slightly light headed from the sudden fall, and once on the horse she had leaned against his chest and he’d had to control a strong desire to kiss the top of her head. He still didn’t understand how a complete stranger could make him feel that way, but he didn’t really care. From the first moment, being with her felt right and wonderful and that was all that mattered.

She had touched something in him that no one else ever had, including Jane, even before he knew her. At the Austen exhibit at the New York Public Library he had found himself staring at her. He laughed remembering that he had thought of her as a raven-haired beauty. Then two days ago she had come out of the fog and into his life.

He had told her his story about jumping through a rift in time and meeting Jane Austen. It had been very difficult at first, but once he started it tumbled out and had been a relief that he wasn’t carrying it around anymore. It was as though a weight had been lifted and this slight, feisty New Yorker had done the lifting. She had listened to him with an intensity that had made her a part of the story. She had been kind and compassionate—he had seen real grief when she asked him about leaving Jane—and she had given him the letter that answered his questions about whether he’d actually met Jane Austen and how Jane felt about him.

Jane would always hold a special place in his heart, but Eliza held his heart. Maybe it was too early to take it all for love, but it certainly felt the way he’d always thought love is supposed to feel.

Horse and rider stepped out from the cool canopy of the woods and into the warm summer sun. Spurring his favorite horse to a full gallop Fitz guided him over every fence and stream on their way back to the barn.


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  1. Now I have to read her books again. 🙂 Thank you.

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