New Release! Lizzie’s Pink Poodle Slippers bundled with two favorites.
Whether you prefer Regency, Contemporary or Darcy anytime enjoy this collection by Barbara Silkstone.
MR DARCY ANYTIME: a delightful bundle of two novels, and one short story because, Fitzwilliam Darcy is a pleasure anytime. Whether you prefer Regency or Contemporary Comedy with a touch of mystery, this bundle of three will leave you with a warm glow. All three tales were written by Barbara Silkstone.
Lizzie’s Pink Poodle Slippers ~ A Short Story
Meet two of the accidental stars of the Mister Darcy series of comedic mysteries. An author never knows how readers will respond to some of the quirky characters she creates. In the case of Lizzie Bennet’s poodle slippers, I had no idea they would develop such a lovely following. The slippers speak for Lizzie when the most outrageous things pop into her mind. They are her spokes-slippers.
Thank you for welcoming these darlings in to your hearts!
Mister Darcy’s Dogs ~ Book 1 ~ Mister Darcy Series Comedic Mystery
Doctor Lizzie Bennet, struggling against her conservative English countryside upbringing, determines to prove her worth as a dog psychologist. Nothing will deter her from her career until she meets the uppity and oh-so mysterious Londoner, Mister Darcy. His on-again, off-again flirtatious manner, and his pompous putdowns challenge Lizzie’s short temper. When Mister Darcy hires her to train his lovable basset hounds for an important foxhunt, Lizzie accepts the task despite knowing next to nothing about the sport and harboring an intense fear of horses.
Two of the villains Austen fans love to boo and hiss arrive to torment Lizzie: Caroline Bingley, in hot pursuit of Mister Darcy does all she can to discredit and humiliate Lizzie. Mister Darcy’s old nemesis, George Wickham, stalks the Bennet family.
The Gallant Vicar ~ A Regency Pride and Prejudice variation
Elizabeth Bennet considers the handsome new vicar at Hunsford parsonage to be everything Fitzwilliam Darcy is not. The Reverend Francis Martel is warm, accessible, and has no difficulty showing his feelings for her. Within weeks of rejecting Darcy’s offer, Elizabeth finds herself swept up in a tumult of emotions for the vicar. He shares her wit, her caring for others, and the simple life—so she accepts the vicar’s proposal. Will Darcy recover from his injured ego in time to intervene in their marriage? And how will he separate the couple—only days before their wedding?
Excerpt from Lizzie’s Pink Poodle Slippers
Mrs. Reynolds smiled a tolerant smile. I knew she thought the sun rose and set on Darcy; he would always be her favorite child. Allowing my eyes to grow larger, I whispered as if it were a special secret. “I know we shall be having dinner soon; but I have a craving for a big bowl of strawberry ice cream with no toppings.”
She squeezed my hand lightly. “Back in a spot, dear! I mean, Mrs. Darcy.”
“Dear will do just fine,” I said as she went off on her mission. The sweet lady was more than a housekeeper; she was family.
Squire lifted his head at the word ice cream; barely opening his eyes, he sniffed the air. He must have assumed it was a dog dream as he dropped his head, falling back to sleep. Cats are known for being snoozers, but the bassets slept longer and deeper than our cat, Miss Wonderly. The gray feline had stayed behind in the penthouse, which afforded her the privacy she demanded. She was probably asleep in my lingerie drawer at this very moment.
Reaching into the ottoman, I released the pink poodle slippers from their captivity and dropped them to the floor, kicking off my brogues. I was about to don the poodles, when Mrs. Reynolds returned with my ice cream. She was a speedy thing; either that or she kept strawberry ice cream on tap in the corridor.
The good lady scurried to my side and in one smooth move placed an over-sized serviette in my lap. Then ever so carefully she handed me the bowl and a silver spoon. I fully expected her to offer to feed me; and was relieved when she merely asked if there was anything more that I required.
Thanking her, I told her I was more than satisfied. Forgetting about the slippers for the moment, I settled the ice cream bowl securely in my lap.
Mrs. Reynolds excused herself and stepped towards the door.
Wearing a satisfied grin, I inserted the spoon in the creamy pink orgasmic delight, withholding the urge to moan until the housekeeper left the room. Boris stood in front of me, tilting his head, while Derby and Squire tumbled over one another in a vain attempt to appeal to my better nature. “Dogs don’t like ice cream,” I teased the dynamic duo, knowing full well they would turn tumbles for the opportunity to lick my spoon.
Boris stepped over the bassets, responding to a tension in the air. Standing protectively in front of me he uttered a low ominous growl, his eyes fixed somewhere over the ottoman. The hairs on the back of my neck did a jig, while a chill settled over me. I shivered and it wasn’t from the ice cream. “There’s nothing there, Boris,” I said, not believing myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the poodle slippers appeared to inch along the floor. A hallucination? Perhaps by warning me not to walk in the slippers, Dr. Gutman had instilled a subliminal fear of the slippers? Pregnant women are supposed to have odd dreams—could this be one of them? A daydream?
The right poodle slipper flipped into the air just above Derby’s head. The bassets backed away in fear, mimicking Boris’s threatening rumble. All three dogs sensed something, but what? The slipper landed on its side and labored to turn over; it resembled a fresh-caught trout gasping on the banks of a stream. Right came to rest just as Left minced towards Boris, stopping within inches of the stunned hound.
It was only then that I felt Darcy’s presence as he stepped silently behind me. He kissed the top of my head and then walked around to face me. His lips parted in an unspoken word, and with a soft expression on his face, he brushed a curl from my forehead and ran his fingertips along my jaw. “Thanks for letting me sleep. I needed the rest. Read any good books lately?”
Laughing, I dodged the topic, diverting to dinner. “Umm…not really, but I am ravenous,” I said, placing the empty ice cream bowl on the table next to my chair.
“Then I shall inform Mrs. Reynolds that we are ready to dine,” Darcy said, turning away to pull the bell cord.
While his back was to me, I lunged for the slippers. Stuffing my feet in the poodles, I was unsure if I had actually seen them move or if it was my imagination. My toes met resistance inside the tip of their noses. Perhaps my digits were weak from lack of fried chicken?
Darcy returned. “Dinner will be served in ten minutes,” he said.
My right poodle slipper choked. Cough! Cough!
“What’s wrong with him?” Darcy asked.
“My toes are caught in his throat,” I said, jokingly. I was not about to confess the odd behavior of my footwear. My darling husband would only tease me.
“Something strange is afoot,” said the left slipper in a growly voice.
“Was that the slippers speaking or was that you?” Darcy asked.
There were times when I could not control my naughty pink poodles. “I am in a playful mood, sweetheart,” I said, scrunching my toes to show the slippers that I was the boss of them.
With love & laughter!