Letters from the Heart- Excerpt and Giveaway

LettersFromTheHeart-Ebook-1aWell, November just flew by between editing Letters from the Heart and participating in National Novel Writing Month, throw in some car repairs, kids checks ups, allergic reaction/skin infection, surprise moving and I think I could sleep for the next month straight!

But enough about me. Letters from the Heart went live on Kindle about 24 hours ago and it’s already doing great.The paperback on Amazon will be available in a few days.

I originally planned on it coming out on December 7th, which was perfect as it’s “Letter Writing Day” which was the “Wacky Holiday” I chose when this story began as a challenge piece on an online forum. Now, I offer a giveaway on that day!

I must have needed sleep more than I thought last night because I forgot the blurb!

Resolved to forget Elizabeth Bennet during a winter in London, Fitzwilliam Darcy writes a letter in bitterness of spirit. Frustrated by her growing obsession with the arrogant man, Elizabeth commits her thoughts to paper. But angry people are not always wise, and secret thoughts do not always remain secret. Compelled to face their selfishness and fears, their actions encourage those dearest to them to change as well.

You can read the full first chapter as a sample on Amazon. Here is an excerpt, only available here, from Chapter 2.


Elizabeth Bennet crept up the servant’s stairs to her bedroom. The last thing she wanted at present was to be discovered by her mother. She had been unusually troubled this morning before her walk and took little heed of the mud puddles she walked through. My petticoats are six inches deep in mud again, Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth shook her head; she must stop thinking of that arrogant, annoying, frustratingly beautiful man. She chose not to reprimand her thoughts for describing him as beautiful, for it was as true as any description of him. Opening her bedroom door, she had every intention to burn the letter she wrote the night before. Indeed, as she should have after she finished writing. No, I never should have written it at all.

Her eyes grew wide with foreboding when she saw her letter stack gone. The maid must have taken her mail to be sent. Attempting to stave off the alarm rising in her breast, she assured herself that no matter how agitated her mind was last night, she would not have left it on her desk. She must have absently tucked it in a drawer. She had not even sealed it and so there was no mistaking it for a letter to be sent, certainly.

For good measure, she recounted her motions before bed last night. She had sealed and addressed four letters. That fact was entirely perfect, as she had written four letters. No, No, No! She wrote four letters, but only three were meant for the post! Flying down the stairs, she asked the maid if the post had been sent.

“Aye, Miss Elizabeth, and the master has all the letters that came today in his study.”

“Elizabeth!” Just then her father called from his study, before she had a chance to give in to the despair that must naturally follow the situation.

“Yes, Papa?” she asked from the doorway.

“Shut the door and be seated.” Elizabeth looked at her father in confusion and consternation. His tone had a sharpness she seldom heard; it was as though she was being reprimanded for some grave error.

Mr. Bennet looked at his favourite daughter expectantly, but when she said nothing he decided to begin. “It has come to my attention that you have been involved in a secret correspondence with a gentleman of our acquaintance, though I am uncertain he deserves the title gentleman.”

Elizabeth gasped and began to refute the claim, but he interrupted her. “No, Elizabeth, I have indisputable proof. Now, normally such things would point to a secret betrothal, which would be concerning enough, but in this letter—written in your young man’s hand—he denies such a marriage will take place. I must say, for all that we have heard of him and observed, I never believed him so dishonourable as to correspond with a single lady with his name blatantly signed all over it. I suppose he does not have to worry about his reputation, and he must have no fear that I can demand satisfaction.”

“I have not the slightest idea who you mean. I am not corresponding with any gentleman.” The slight blush to Elizabeth’s cheeks betrayed her as she recalled her mislaid letter.

“Do not lie to me.” He pulled out the now-opened letter addressed to his daughter and waved it at her. “Here is the letter from your man, and your maid confirmed a letter to him was sent this morning.”

Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted and was silent. Mr. Bennet considered this sufficient encouragement to continue, “Your mother knows of this and I am uncertain I can keep her silent. At least one maid in the house knows of your correspondence. Heaven only knows what the postman and his clerk have said. I cannot make sense of it. I thought you disliked him, which might explain his actions, but you wrote him. He vows he will not marry you, yet he publicly compromises you.”

After a lengthy pause, he asked very quietly, “Have there been other compromises?”

Elizabeth cried, “Papa! How can you think it of me?”

“What am I meant to think, child?”

Elizabeth still could not credit what she understood from her father’s words and chose to continue her denial, “You have no proof of my alleged letter aside from the maid’s testimony, and I have not read the letter in your hands. I cannot fathom who you mean.”

Her attempt at deceit could not prevail, for her father knew her too well. “I will not play your game, Elizabeth. Now tell me, do you truly hate him, for I think I must appeal to his honour.”

Elizabeth gulped deeply and spoke to her folded hands. She could not meet her father’s eye. “No, I do not hate him. I only wish I could.”

“Very well, that gives me some peace.”

“Papa…surely you have heard how he has treated Mr. Wickham, and I know he has taken Mr. Bingley away from Jane. We cannot hope he will do the honourable thing. If this is known, what shall become of me, of my sisters? How cruel of him!”

“You mailed a letter as well!”

“But I did not mean to!”

“And why not?”

“I cannot respect him! I like him against my will and all reason!”

He laughed heartily and added, “It seems you both love each other against your will.”

Elizabeth’s head sharply lifted at such words, and her eyes flew to the letter Mr. Bennet still held. “Here child, I have kept you in suspense long enough.”

Her hands greedily reached for the letter, and her eyes spoke her thanks. She ran upstairs to her room to read in solitude.



I’m giving away one paperback and one kindle copy of this book, both open internationally. Please leave a comment below with which format you prefer and make sure the email address you enter is a good one to contact you through. Giveaway ends December 7, 11:59 pm EST.

24 thoughts on “Letters from the Heart- Excerpt and Giveaway

  1. This book sounds interesting, Rose. I haven’t CH.1, but I will guess Darcy accidentally mailed the letter as well. I would love a paperback as I have the e book. skamper25 (at) gmail (dot) com


    1. I forgot to put the blurb up! But yes, both wrote letters and they were sent. I don’t think that’s giving too much away. 🙂 It was shocking in that era to correspond with unmarried and unrelated people…what they wrote may be even more shocking. Thanks for entering. Good luck!


  2. Thankfully I have always double checked that I am sending the right letter to the right person, I think in past times I would have hidden my draft letters to hid them from Mrs Bennet.

    I love the paperback
    meikleblog at gmail dot com


    1. Lol! Well…maybe these letters were not even intended to go out at all! Imagine the worst case scenario of are “reply all” e-mail gone wrong. Thanks for entering. Best of luck!


  3. Lovely excerpt! I heard a lot about this story from someone who shall remain unnamed 😉 (in a nutshell, she told me it’s absolutely delightful!) so I’d really love to win a copy. Thanks for the giveaway. [joana_sw at yahoo dot co dot uk]


  4. Sounds wonderful. I have always loved a good letter. I would love to own a paperback copy. Thanks for the giveaway. saganchilds(a)gmail.com


  5. I haven’t read Chapter 1 yet and I’m inching to read it after this. A paperback copy sounds fabulous but an e-book is just as good. Congratulations to you, Rose, for getting a second book published this year. 🙂



  6. I would like to enter. The paperback doesn’t show up at Amazon. I would like to win that. Will the paperback eventually be available on Amazon? Will you offer a “kindle matchbook” deal when the paperback is available at Amazon? I read the “Knowing you by Heart” FF and I loved it, so I’m definitely interested in getting the expanded version! jcn(at)centurytel.net


    1. Ok, I really should not post late at night! The paperback is still proofing so it’s not available yet but will be very soon and I will do the free match. I think you’ll like the expanded story! This kind of story would not have made a good full length novel. The conflict is not really something that is very lasting, but there are some more plot points and minor character attention now. I hope you enjoy it! And good luck in the giveaway!


  7. Wow! That sounds hilarious!:) I enjoyed the excerpt greatly and now I really want to know how Darcy and Elizabeth will deal with all this. Thank you for generous giveaway! If I’m lucky to win, I would like a kindle copy.


  8. I really like this idea! For some reason, I always love reading P&P variations with letters!
    I would love to win a paperback (don’t have an e-reader). Thanks for the giveaway!


    1. Thanks for entering! Yes, I also love the stories with letters! I guess it’s because the original one from him is so important, it seems like more can only be better. One of my favorite stories they meet without animosity and then clandestinely correspond and fall in love- and all they wanted was a friend. Best of luck in the giveaway!


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