The Colonel and a Cup of Cider

Warm spices. Autumnal flavours.

Those are the sorts of scents and special foods that come to my mind whenever I write about Colonel Fitzwilliam.

He is my character who has a sweet tooth when it comes to biscuits and will drop whatever he is doing in pretty much any story for a gingerbread… and in this story, he’ll also drop what he’s doing (even hiding from Caroline Bingley) for a cup of cider.

I think he’d enjoy the mulled cider from the recipe in the short video above since it is a cup of mulled cider that Darcy uses to entice him to enter Netherfield instead of staying out in the cold.

Here’s how his journey to happily ever after (with Caroline — yep, Caroline) begins in One Winter’s Eve:

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Ladies Having Tea (Albert Lynch)

Femmes Prenant le Thé (Women Having Tea), Albert Lynch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

I saw this picture and thought of this rather memorable ladies having tea scene below. Here, Mary Ellen Dobney is sharing the true story behind a story that Lydia heard Captain Harris tell in Brighton. Captain Harris is Mary Ellen’s cousin, and Lydia has never liked him. Enjoy!

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View of Bartlett’s Buildings in Holborn by Thomas Hosmer Shepherd

Thomas Hosmer Shepherd, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Well, here’s a rare occurrence these days — a Wednesday post! As I was getting chapter 3 ready to share, this picture popped into my head. I had seen it way back when I was researching things for His Inconvenient Choice, and I simply could not post tomorrow’s chapter without sharing this image with you. Here’s a little snippet from that chapter to go with the image:

The next morning, after a less than restful night of sleep, Richard stood in front of number eight Bartlett’s Buildings and checked the slip of paper in his hand once again to make sure he had arrived where he was supposed to be. It was a tidy little lane of houses, well-cared for, and quite respectable looking. It seemed as if it would be a perfectly acceptable place to live.

He raised his hand, rapped on the door, and waited. There was a shuffling inside, and then a friendly looking man with a quick smile and spectacles perched on his end of his nose opened the door.

[from His Inconvenient Choice]


The Wedding Dress (Carl Herpfer)

Das Brautkleid , Carl Herpfer (1836-1897), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

I have written three stories that feature Anne as a heroine (so far), and while I have enjoyed fleshing her out in each of those stories, this one just might be my all-time favourite Anne. She is niave, foolish, willful, and every inch her mother’s daughter. It makes for a deviously fun story. And then, there is Alistair who is sensible and stable and so very much in love with Anne and all that she is (even is she does drive him to distraction at times). I hope you enjoy the little bit of story I am sharing below but please be aware that this excerpt is from near the end of the book, so it might contain a spoiler or two. Therefore, if you’ve never read Becoming Entangled, read the rest of this post at your own risk. 😉


Two days later, as Anne stood before her mirror, she carefully positioned her sleeve and gloves so that her mother would not see the bruise on her arm. It was not a large bruise, but Anne knew that it was large enough to cause her mother to inquire after it. She had sworn her cousin and his friend Mr. Bingley, as well as Jack, to silence about the joust at Angelo’s, and she had been careful to keep the paper from her mother’s notice both yesterday and today. She knew that her appearance at Angelo’s would not go unmentioned, especially after the display she had put on following her defeat of Alistair. Her cheeks flushed. It was rather exhilarating to behave so brazenly, but it was not something she planned to repeat or publish any further than it had already been circulated.

“Anne Catherine de Bourgh!” Lady Catherine said as she threw open the door to her daughter’s room.

Anne cringed at the tone of her mother’s voice.

“Lady Metcalfe has just made me aware of a rather shocking story.”

Drat! She had forgotten that Alistair’s mother might see the paper and share the story with her mother.

“What were you thinking? Going to a gentleman’s club and behaving like a…” she waved the paper she held in the air as she sought for the right word, though none seemed to come to her.

As Anne stood before her mirror, a smile spread across her face. She could not remember a single time in her life when her mother had been at a loss for words until now. There was a strange feeling of satisfaction that accompanied the knowledge.

“It was inappropriate,” Anne offered. “And I shall not do it again. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a wedding to attend.”

[from Becoming Entangled]


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Bonchurch Old Church (A. Heaton Cooper)

“Bonchurch Old Church, Near Ventor” (From the book Isle of Wight), painted by A. Heaton Cooper. 1908. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

“Lucy, I am here to offer comfort to you, not garner your praise.” He (Philip) chuckled.

“Passing on my father’s praise gives me comfort. It makes it seem less like he is gone.”

“Then, I shall attempt to receive his compliments graciously.” He leaned back and looked toward the grave next to which she had been kneeling. “You said you were sharing news with your father. Is it anything with which I could be of assistance?”

She tilted her head and gave him a searching look. She had promised her father that she would speak to each of the men on his list. However, she had intended to do so with her Aunt Tess present, not while alone in a churchyard.

[from And Then Love]


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