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I decided to share the images for this post in a bit of a different fashion today, and you have some options. You can press play and listen to the rest of this post being read to you, or you can press play and turn off the sound to see the images before you read the post below. It’s totally up to you how you wish to enjoy it.
While Georgiana’s sketchbook in Protecting Miss Darcy contains only sketches, I couldn’t resist sharing these pretty watercolor flowers that I found, so that, just like Lily (Alfred’s niece), you could “page” through them.
In the excerpt below, you’ll hear a bit about an incident involving a flower and bee and, hopefully, you’ll enjoy watching Alfred come to a surprising conclusion.
I hope your November is off to a tolerable start. 🙂 Ours has been good. Today (Friday) as I am writing this, the skies are gray, and the temperatures are not balmy. My phone tells me it is just 11 degrees Celsius outside (which is not quite 52 F). If it weren’t gray and cloudy, that temperature would feel a bit warmer, I’m sure. 🙂 As it is, I’ve been forced to turn on some heat in the house to keep my fingers, toes, and nose from being too chilled. (Maybe if I type faster, my finger will warm up faster?)
In my writing life, I’ve been busy.
How to Marry An Accomplished Lady (without losing one’s mind) has been sent off to my editor, and the sequel to it is on my writing schedule to be started next week.
I have made the decision to cancel my refresh of Oxford Cottage, which I told you about in a recent What’s Up Wednesday post.
I have finally gotten around to fixing some errors in Finally Mrs. Darcy that have been waiting for me to get to them for quite some time. (I think I also mentioned that in the most recent What’s Up Wednesday post.) I’ve updated the ebook file on Amazon, and just need to re-size the cover for the print book since new formatting software means a different page count (a lower one due to paper saving options) and make a large print version and all the books on sale will contain the corrections.
While I was editing Finally Mrs. Darcy to correct those errors, I put each chapter into Elevenlabs and created audiobook files. If you subscribe to my YouTube channel (which I hope you do because I really need to get to 1000 subscribers), you might already know that the full audiobook edition of Finally Mrs. Darcy is available now to listen to for FREE. I will be putting the files on Kobo and including it in Kobo Plus later this month, and I hope to have news before next month for where you can buy the audiobook directly from me.
All the Teatime Tales stories are now available in regular and large print, and I am currently working on sampling some teas to choose a few that I can use to create a “Tea with Darcy” gift box to add to the Leenie B Books Shop on Etsy.
I have also been working on the next Annilee Nelson novel (that’s my other pen name), and I have written a new portion of our Harriet and the Colonel story which you can read at the end of this newsletter.
There are, of course, several other business type things that I’m doing, but I won’t bore you with those details. 😀
Last month, I mentioned sharing with you how I’m managing to do more projects. It all comes down to lists on paper. Lots of lists. That I clip together into a packet. Each sheet of paper contains things that need to be done for a particular project and room for me to write myself notes about what I’ve finished and what still needs to be done.
Each day, I start with whatever project is top of the list for that day, and once I’ve spent a block of time on that project, I flip to another page and spend another block of time on something else. It comes down to completing small steps on a regular basis, and over time, the big projects get done. It feels organized. It frees my mind from having to keep track of what needs to be done. And, it gives me a sense of accomplishment as I am seeing multiple things getting done and not just one thing. It seems to fit me well, which is likely due to the fact that it’s very similar to how I used to keep track of classes and projects when I was teaching.
It’s not a perfect system, of course. I still miss things or forget to write something down. But for now, I’m really enjoying how it’s working. I’m just so happy that my brain can (mostly) handle all the things these lists are allowing me to accomplish.
That’s it for me for an update. It’s more than enough, right?
Keep scrolling to see the books deals that I have available this month and to get to that new installment of Harriet and the Colonel. (That was a fun, argument-filled bit of writing to do!)
I actually did an author reading of this book for YouTube a couple years ago. I haven’t had time yet to get Christopher to read the story so I can create an audiobook of it. But if you’d like to hear me read it to you, you can do that at starting here at this link.
Later this month, beginning on November 18, my Leenie B Books Shop will be included in a site wide promotion on Etsy. Everything in my store will be 25% off.
SOMETHING NEW TO READ
Our story about Harriet and the Colonel continues. Remember that you can read previous parts of this story under the menu item Harriet and the Colonel.
Chapter 3, Part 1
“Jimmy says your brother is looking for you, miss,” Harriet’s maid, (name of maid), said to her the next morning when she came to help Harriet with her hair.
“Has he been to his study so early?” A smile of deep satisfaction settled peacefully on Harriet’s lips and in her heart. Edmund would not be able to say she was incapable of being married to a man involved in a secretive business.
“Apparently, he was there an hour ago with some gent – you know the sort. Though neither of us are to know that.” She winked at Harriet in the mirror. (name of maid) was an incredible asset. Not only could she care for clothes and pin hair, she was also excellent at gathering information to relay to her mistress.
“It does seem rather early for him to be welcoming callers of any sort,” Harriet said. “I wonder what it was about?”
“It’s hard to say, miss. Your brother likes to keep his association with some even more private than the rest of his business.”
Harriet would have commented on this, but a loud knock at the door kept her from it.
“I dare say that is him,” (name of maid) whispered.
“I am not presentable,” Harriet called out.
“Harriet!”
“It is most certainly Edmund,” she whispered to her maid as they both only allowed a short soft burst of laughter to escape their lips.
“I am not presentable,” she called again. “I will see you in the breakfast room in half an hour.”
“That is unacceptable,” he replied through the door. “I must see you as soon as possible. You will be in my study. In ten minutes.”
“Fifteen,” Harriet called. “And not a minute sooner, but possibly a few later.”
“Ten.”
Oh, he was testy this morning.
“Fifteen.”
“Harriet!”
“Fifteen. That is my final offer. I simply cannot be seen until my hair is complete, and I am wearing clothes. Why, what if you had an early caller, and I was thoroughly disheveled looking. The news of such a thing could get around town by next Tuesday.” She doubted anyone calling on her brother at such an early hour of the day would be the sort to gossip about how they had seen her without her hair tamed and in a dressing gown and slippers.
“Harriet.” The name rumbled through the door in a growl.
“Has something happened?” she asked. “You seem rather disgruntled with your state in life this morning.”
“Miss, you are wicked,” (maid’s name) whispered. “Teasing him as you do.”
She was fortunate that her brother was more long-suffering than some, and she knew it.
“I cannot tell you about itl,” he answered.
“Do you mean that you cannot tell me now because you do not wish to shout it through the keyhole? Or is it one of those things that you cannot tell me at any time and would rather leave for me to discover on my own.”
“Harriet, you go too far.”
“Thank you. My hair looks just right.” Harriet stood before the mirror and looked herself over from front to back before tip-toeing across the floor and swiftly opening the door. “You are in luck. I am ready before my fifteen minutes are up. However, I will need a cup of tea if I am to forego eating as I normally would at this time of day.” She stepped around him. “Shall I bring it to your study?”
“You will take yourself to my study without a cup of tea.”
Oh, he looked decidedly put out. Something was most certainly afoot. However, a lady who intended to convince her brother that she could face danger was not the sort to be cowed by a few harshly spoken words and a glower.
“That will not do. Would it be acceptable to have a cup brought to me in your study?” She fluttered her lashes.
“Have you always been this impossible?” her brother muttered.
“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I fear it is you who brings out the best in my ability to be…” She tapped her lip as if searching for a word. “Passionately independent.”
“Passionately independent?” he cried incredulously before blowing out a breath in exasperation. “Staunchly recalcitrant is more like it! You do realize that most ladies, who speak to their guardian as you have just now, do not do so without suffering for it.”
She swallowed. It was rare that Edmund threatened punishment. Still, she held his gaze without wavering. “Yes. But how else am I to prove to you that I am not the sort of lady who faints at the first sign of danger or flutters and flies about when touched by the smallest amount of anxiety?”
“Of all the stupid things, Harriet.” He pressed his lips together so firmly that they formed a thin line. She had well and truly pushed him to the limits of his patience. However…
“My tea. How shall it be retrieved?”
“I will have it brought to you, but I will not call for it until you are seated in front of my desk. Do I make myself plain?” His shoulders were lifting and lowering noticeably, which normally would be her sign to desist, but she had a point to carry.
Therefore, she patted his cheek and smiled at him. “A simple, ‘we will have tea in my study’ would have sufficed. I am not slow of understanding, and there is no need to overexert yourself.” She turned toward her open bedchamber door. “(maid’s name) could you please see that a cup of tea finds me in Edmund’s study when you are through with my room?” She turned back to Edmund. “There. It is done. Now, if you would offer me your arm, we could reach your study before (maid’s name) is done with her work.”
“Harriet,” he rumbled in a low and somewhat dangerous tone as he extended his arm, “I ought to…” He shook his head.
“What? Lock me in my room?” she asked as they began a quick march towards his office. “Banish me to the country? Require me to drink only watered down port for three days and not else? You are no longer in the army, my dear brother, and flogging one’s sister is frowned upon.”
“I was not going to say have you flogged. What kind of monster do you think I am?” The words were said with some force and a hint of hurt.
Harriet chuckled, though it was a forced thing. “I know you would never be so cruel to me. However, that being said, I am also aware that I have pushed and prodded you to a place where, if I were not your beloved sister, you might have considered it.”
“Why must you torment me as you do?” he asked in a pleading tone. “I do not remember you ever being so obstinate for Andrew or Father.”
She leaned into his arm so that her shoulder bumped his. “Father died before I had to wage a campaign against his opinions about whom I was allowed to marry, and Andrew? Well, you were on the continent for a time, so you do not know how I tried him on the topic, and, as it turns out, he is not as stubborn as you are.”
“Then, this is all about my reluctance to allow Richard to present an offer to you?” he asked.
“That is the main reason, but it is not the only reason.” She released her hold on his arm so that he could open his study door for her.
“What other reason is there?”
She shook her head. “Some things should not be discussed in the corridor,” she whispered before entering his study and taking a seat.
Harriet moved from one case of pretty baubles to another and again, peeked over the shoulder of the person ahead of her to see if anything caught her interest. Shopping was not her favourite activity unless it was shopping for clues, which is what she was doing today. That is not to say she despised the activity. Oh, she tolerated it quite well, but it was a whole lot better than tolerable when the mission was not just to acquire a fan or string of pearls or the like but was instead a covert mission.
“May I be of assistance,” asked a gentleman who was dressed a bit better than the other clerks behind the cases. “We are quite busy today, and I would be very much saddened to see a lady of quality such as yourself leave my shop without being waited upon.”
His shop? Did he mean that he was the proprietor and not just an employee?
“It is a lovely establishment that you have set up for yourself.” She watched his features for how he would respond to this. As she had hoped, he smiled and inclined his head while his chest puffed a bit at the complement.
“I am most pleased to hear you say so. Now, is there anything with which I might assist you? Was there something in particular that you were looking for?”
She opened her reticule and withdrew a hair comb that had been her mothers and was far too lovely to wear as an everyday accessory. As she did so, she made certain that the few pounds she carried were visible. “My father had a pocket watch that matched this in its design. The flowers and leaves that is. It did not sparkle as this does for who needs a watch to shine when it is tucked in one’s pocket?”
The shop owner nodded his head, looking quite attentive, as she spoke.
“My sister’s husband has a birthday in just a month, and she has commissioned me to find him a watch as a surprise. He has always admired my brother’s watch – which as you might have guessed used to be my father’s watch. Would you have anything that would come close to this?” She turned the hair comb this way and that as if admiring it. It truly was a pretty piece of jewelry.
“I have a few watches in a box in the back.” He glanced around the store. “They are not new,” he said softly. “They were accepted on tick, if you understand my meaning.”
“They are not pilfered goods, are they?” She asked the question in a whisper.
“Oh, goodness, no!” The shop owner assured her. “They are simply a means for someone to pay a bill.”
She made a show of blowing out a soft breath in relief. “In that case, I would be happy to examine them.”
“If you will follow me, we can look at them in my office.”
Harriet motioned to Jimmy who was standing near the door, and then, they both followed the man into his office where he proceeded to withdraw a box from inside a small mahogany chiffonier. Inside the box were four watches, all neatly displayed and cleaned. There was not a speck of dust on them.
“Oh,” she said as her eyes fell on the very watch for which she was looking. “They are quite lovely. I am sure that whoever had to part with them was quite sad to do so.” She put out a hand. “May I touch them?”
“To be sure. Pick them up and feel their quality. Inspect their design. We never accept any items, from any source, which are not of the highest workmanship.”
First, she examined the gold watch next to her brother’s stolen silver one. She put her hair comb next to the engraving on the back and made a small tsking noise when it clearly did not match.
“That is a fine watch. Your sister’s husband would be proud to use it,” the shop owner encouraged. “But the one next to it might be closer to what you are looking for.” He lifted it out of the box and handed it to her.
Harriet ran a finger of the glass and then closed the front protective metal face over it. It clicked closed just as it should.
“Oh, it is covered in vines!” she cried in delight. “It is not just the same as this comb, but my does it not come close?” She looked up at the shopkeeper as she turned it over. “Is this the maker’s mark?” She asked when she saw the small G.P., which stood for Giles Philips – her father’s name, on the back.
“It must be,” the man said. “Although it is not one with which I am familiar.”
“He is very good whoever he is,” Harriet said. “Is it terribly expensive?”
“I am afraid I cannot part with it for less than fifty pounds for I must cover what I purchased it for and make a little to pay for housing it.”
Harriet sighed and turned it over in her hands. “My sister was hoping to spend no more than thirty, but I must say this one is exquisite and I do have a few pounds of my own. Are you certain you cannot take forty-five? I just that much in my reticule. The transaction could be complete this instant.”
That lit a gleam in the man’s eyes. “Forty-five, you say?”
Harriet nodded and held her breath.
“This is a private sale,” the man said with a pointed look. “I am no pawnbroker.”
“Oh, I understand. I will not say a word to anyone about where I found this, except for my sister, of course. She will need to know.”
The man’s head bobbed up and down slowly for a moment before he sat forward in his chair and smiled. “I think we have an agreement. Shall I wrap this for you?”
“Oh, no, there is no need. I have come prepared.” She took her money out of her reticule and then, pulled out a small blue velvet pouch. “My sister gave me this so that it would be easy for me to pass it to her without causing any suspicion since it is the bag she uses when she lends me earbobs and broaches.”
“That is very clever,” the man said as he accepted her money.
“Oh, it is, but then, my sister is far cleverer than I. I am sure I never would have thought of it. The things she came up with for us to do when we were young that had I been in charge of the planning we would have been in trouble for sure, but not with her.” She added a laugh at her own expense here.
“There is always one in any lot of siblings, or so my wife says.”
“Indeed, I fear your wife has the right of it from what I have heard,” she agreed as she placed the watch inside her reticule, and then handed the whole thing to Jimmy. “Thank you so much, sir. You have made both me and my sister very happy.” She dipped a curtsey and took her leave.
Would not Edmund be surprised when he found this on his desk tomorrow? Now, if only she could discover whom it was who had sold it to the owner of this shop.
What a month October has been for some already! I hope you’re all hanging in there and are safe. We’re doing well up here in Nova Scotia. The leaves are starting to turn colours and soon we should see the full effect of that change before they start dropping and raking season begins. 🙂
I’ve finished the manuscript for How to Marry An Accomplished Lady and am working my way through some edits before I send it off to be proofread and returned for final edits. I have not started the short sequel that will go with that book yet. It’s on the schedule for next week.
I’m still working slowly through Oxford Cottage’s refresh and discovering that it will be impossible, without a full rewrite, to limit the point of views to just two or three, so I’m going to polish it up, add depth where I can, and limit the number of point of view shifts where possible but not stress over having more POVs than I wanted.
As you should know, I have started creating some audiobook versions of the vignettes that I have shared in the past in these newsletters and sharing them on YouTube. I’ve also started making my story connections posts into audio versions to share on YouTube using the same narrator.
As I am working my way through these short vignettes, I have learned some of the tricks and hacks to working with the digital voice I am using to make the stories sound as natural as is possible. That’s why I started with the short vignettes. (The voice I am using is a cloned voice that is made available for such use by the voice actor who is paid whenever their voice is used.)
I hope that this audio venture will make my writing more accessible to more people and that it will eventually open up a new means of earning money for my writing business through some audiobook sales on select platforms and through monetization of my YouTube channel. (And honestly, my business needs that because it’s struggling.)
One of the requirements for me to monetize my YT channel is to have 1000 subscribers. I’ve got 72 at this moment while I’m writing this. So, obviously, I’ve got a long way to go there! I’d love to have you subscribe to help that number grow!
I’ve also discovered some of the ways I can offer discounts on my Etsy shop, so I have one set up for this month. You can see the details of that below, and I have submitted my shop to be included in a promotion Etsy is running next month. So, that’ll be two new promos tried in two months.
There is so much to learn as you try new things! But one should always be learning in my way of thinking.
Harriet carried her shoes as she tiptoed past her brother’s room on her way to the servant’s staircase. If she was going to prove to him that she could handle danger and be allowed to marry her colonel before she was past her prime, she needed to get an early start on the project.
And early it was.
She yawned as she opened the door to the staircase, startling a maid who was scurrying down the stairs. It had been a late night, or was that better said an early morning, for both her and her brother. Balls, especially ones hosted by Samantha, never ended before the wee hours of the morning. And, on the day after such a soiree, Edmund never rose before ten, which was yet three hours away and that meant that she would be well on her way around town before her brother noticed she was not in the breakfast room.
“Miss Philips!” (Mr. name), the cook cried. “You don’t look like you’re set to scrub my pots.” He teased with a chuckle. “Is this another time when I am not supposed to see you but should offer you a bit of cheese and toast?”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. Of all the cooks she had ever met, he had to be the most personable and likely, the most carefree, for he seemed not to be even a little bit afraid of being reprimanded for letting her escape. Mr. Barlow, the butler, and (Mrs. Name) the housekeeper were less obliging, which is why she liked to make a quick exit through the kitchen when needed.
“A little lunch to carry would be lovely. Have you seen Jimmy?”
(Mr. name) crossed to the kitchen door in three long strides. “Jimmy,” he shouted. “You are needed.” He turned back to Harriet who was buttering a couple of slices of bread. “He’ll be right with you, miss. Sally, get the young miss some cheese.” He took cloth from under his work bench. “Wrap it in this and take enough for Jimmy. We can’t have your protector become faint from hunger just so you can avoid your brother.” The last part was said with a pointed look.
“Are you going to tell him?”
(Mr. name) smiled and flicked his eyebrows upward. “Not until I see him. I do like my job well enough.”
“Where did you work before here?” Harriet asked when she noticed, not for the first time, that their new-as-of-last-autumn, cook walked with a slight limp.
“It’s in me papers, miss,” he answered.
She scowled. “And where would I find those papers?”
“I would imagine in the housekeeper’s room or your brother’s study,” he answered.
“Will you not just tell me?” she asked while wrapping the cheese Sally had brought her and the bread she had buttered in the towel (Mr. name) had given her.
“I know how you like a mystery.” He nodded his head smartly in greeting as Jimmy entered the kitchen.
A smile curled her lips and a chuckle escaped her. “What rank were you?” she asked. “Higher or lower than Jimmy?” Jimmy, she knew had been with her brother on the continent. That was why he was the groom she always asked to accompany her when she went out alone.
(Mr. name) laughed. “What makes you think I was in the army?”
“The way you nodded to Jimmy just now. It reminded me a great deal of how my brother greets Colonel Fitzwilliam.” Her brow furrowed. “In fact, now that I am thinking about it, my brother also greets you that way when he is down here pretending to get biscuits but doing something else which I have not yet quite figured out. However…” she tapped her lip. “I’d wager that what he is doing down here involves you, and that is why you do not fear being sacked as much as Barlow does. He was never on the continent with my brother you see, but Jimmy was, and I dare say so were you.”
(Mr. name) laughed again. “I’ve heard tell that you are clever. I thank you for the demonstration. I was a captain.”
“Which makes your rank higher than Jimmy’s.”
“It does,” Jimmy replied.
“Were you instructed to hide your connection to Edmund from me?”
The cook shook his head. “No, but your brother did think it would be a fun game to see how long it would be before you discovered it.” He nodded to Jimmy. “How long have you known Jimmy was in your brother’s unit?”
Harriet smiled as Jimmy groaned. “Just now. I knew he had been on the continent from his scar, but I had yet to confirm he was part of my brother’s unit.” She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Jimmy. “Is that why you would not tell me? Are you also part of this game my brother is playing?”
Jimmy nodded and smiled sheepishly. “He’s right proud of you.”
“That he is,” the cook agreed. “And I have to say, he said you’d have me figured out before a year was through. I was convinced I could get away with keeping my secret longer.” He tipped his head toward the door. “You should go before we’re discovered.” He put a hand on her parcel of food. “Take care to return safely because I do not want to have to face Colonel Philips as the one who let you escape if you do not.”
“That is why I have Jimmy.” She peeked to her left and her right before lowering her voice. “And a small pistol in my reticule.” The pistol had been a gift from Andrew after he conceded that he could not always see to Harriet’s safety, and therefore, thought it was best if she learned to defend herself.
Her brow furrowed. Had that truly been the reason? Or had Andrew known that trouble was outside the door so to speak. It had only been three months before he had died.
“Is there a problem, miss,” Jimmy asked from where he stood next to the door waiting for her to follow him.
Harriet shook her head. “No, I was just thinking about Andrew for a moment because my gun was a gift from him.” She smiled brightly even if she did not feel the expression. She couldn’t have these men worrying about Colonel Philips’s little sister any more than they likely were already tasked with doing. “Make sure dinner is exceptional, for I promise to return famished.” And with that, she stepped into the alley with Jimmy.
