Steamy Darcy Box Set: Sketching His Character and Darcy's Theta Magic

By Enid Wilson

Sketching His Character (Historical): Elizabeth Bennet can see into the future with a crystal ball. It is a blessing, or is it not?

After she meets Mr. Darcy, she starts to see infamous visions of him coupling with some women. When the “women” turn out to be Lizzy herself, she has the shock of her life. Has she become his mistress or is Mr. Darcy a rake imposing on her?

Mr. Darcy doesn’t want to be attracted to this country mouse but Elizabeth Bennet is tempting him every moment of their time together. When he is blackmailed with scandalous sketches of him with a woman who looks look Elizabeth, he is furious. Is Elizabeth working with another man to milk money from him?

Darcy's Theta Magic (Futuristic): Mr. Darcy has no need for love, but he does needs a wife, fast, since only his quest for Theta magic can save his sister. But who could be courageous and tough enough to endure what he needs to demand from his new wife?
Elizabeth Bennet is determined to brave the ugly beast in order to save her fragile sister. But she doesn't expect the only reason for the match is to create a daughter to help Mr. Darcy with his quest. What if she bears a son instead? Will they succeed in the quest?

The two Pride and Prejudice-Inspired stories have previously been published under the titles of "Clairvoyeur" and "In Quest of Theta Magic". They have been revised to a small degree. If you have bought the two books before, there is no need to buy this box set.

Warning: the stories contain explicit adult content, fortune telling and strange muscles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Enid Wilson
• Release date: Dec 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310462290

Enid Wilson

Enid Wilson loves sexy romance. Her writing career began with a daily newspaper, writing educational advice for students. She then branched out into writing marketing materials and advertising copy.Enid’s novels have been ranked in the top 50 best-selling historical romances on Amazon USA, the top 30 best-selling Regency romances on Amazon Canada, the top 21 romantic short stories on Amazon UK and the top 39 British mysteries on Amazon. Enid loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at enid.wilson28 (at) yahoo.com.au or www.enidwilson.comBooks by Enid:- Outwitting Mr. Darcy- The Truth About the Merry Widow- Deepest Desires, Deadliest Hate- Steamy Darcy Box Set: Sketching His Character and Darcy's Theta Magic- Close Encounters with a Martian Hunk- The Spinster's Vow- Chemical Fusion- Bargain with the Devil- Really Angelic- Fire and Cross- My Darcy Mutates...- Every Savage Can Reproduce- My Darcy Vibrates...- Honor and Integrity

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Steamy Darcy Box Set

Sketching His Character (Historical)

Darcy’s Theta Magic (Futuristic)

A Collection of Two Pride and Prejudice-Inspired Stories

Sketching His Character

When Elizabeth sees into her future…

By

ENID WILSON

Copyright © 2015 by Enid Wilson

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Mihaela

Enid Wilson loves sexy romance. Her writing career began with a daily newspaper, writing educational advice for students. She then branched out into writing marketing materials and advertising copy.

Enid’s novels, Bargain with the Devil has been ranked in the top 50 best-selling historical romances on Amazon USA, Really Angelic in the top 30 best-selling Regency romances on Amazon Canada, My Darcy Mutates in the top 21 romantic short stories on Amazon UK and Fire and Cross in the top 39 British mysteries on Amazon.

Enid loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at enid.wilson28 (at) yahoo.com.au or www.enidwilson.com

Cover design by Steamy D Publishing

Right cover image: John William Waterhouse –The Crystal Ball [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

First published 2012

Sketching His Character © 2015 by Enid Wilson

Prologue

On the day Miss Elizabeth Bennet turned twelve, she rambled to the woods near Netherfield, a neighbouring estate, two miles from her home, and came upon a dark-skinned woman who was suffering from heat stroke. Elizabeth’s quick action in getting her some water from a nearby pond saved her life. She helped the woman out of the woods. As a token of her gratitude, the woman, a fortune teller, gave her a crystal ball, and told her she could see into the future with it.

Elizabeth often took her prized possession out to examine it. Although she did not seem to be able to see the future in the ball at first, she was fascinated by two tiny words engraved on it – Da and CB. Elizabeth was one of four daughters of an impoverished country gentleman, and the estate had been entailed away in the male line.

Four years later, she met the elderly woman again, telling fortunes in a circus in Lambeth, London. Mesmerised by the fortune teller’s uncanny ability to foretell the future, she soon found herself learning the skills of a gypsy. Since then, with the help of her uncle and aunt living in London, she performed the rites and rituals of a gypsy fortune teller secretly for a few days every year under the elderly woman’s guidance. However, in spite of her training, she was still unable to see anything, beyond that of her family members, in the crystal ball. Nevertheless, she enjoyed observing people and would use her sharp observation skills to sketch people’s characters. She loved learning about people’s personalities and their fate. It also provided her with some pin money, most of which she diligently saved, although she did spend some on her sisters. She normally charged just a few farthings for fortune telling, unless patrons looked excessively rich or annoying.

Chapter 1

1821 Lambeth, London

Elizabeth sat inside the gypsy wagon, counting her day's earnings; two pounds! Londoners were very generous indeed. She had to pay the circus owner half of her earnings, but still, two pounds was a good sum. And a few interesting characters had entered her wagon that day. She went to the back door and was about to slip out to tell her uncle she was finished for the day when she heard two people speaking near her wagon.

Come, I have heard from my dear friends that this is the residence of Videre the Gypsy Queen, who is a very accurate fortune teller. Do you not want to know what the future holds for you? a woman with a shrill voice asked.

Thank you, Miss Bingley. I believe the future is in our own hands, a male baritone voice replied. The voice of the man disturbed Elizabeth. It sounded mature, decisive, and authoritative. On the one hand, she agreed with him, as she was a woman with a positive attitude; on the other hand, she believed in the magical power of the crystal ball, which she had used for many years.

You are such a killjoy. Do you truly not want to know anything… about your bride, for instance? Is she as tall as I am? Is she as slim as I? Does she like you dressed in green like I do?

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. The woman was testing her patience; but she wished the man would come into her wagon and allow her to predict his life. His voice was intriguing, and he must have an interesting character.

No, thank you, the man said. I prefer to leave my prospects to the future. Physical beauty cannot last a lifetime. It is the character traits of my bride that are most important.

Oh, your philosophy is so noble! But I for once want to indulge myself and see the strong gentleman who shall protect me forever. Perhaps my life shall be tied to… a tall gentleman from the north. Now, you promise you will wait for me here? I will be excessively scared if I come out from the wagon and cannot find my way back to our carriage.

I promised Bingley to deliver you back to the carriage.

Until then, sir, my future awaits, the woman said in a flirty manner.

Very soon, Elizabeth heard the bell ring as the door of her tent was pushed open. Due to the immense popularity of Videre the Gypsy Queen throughout the years, her uncle had talked the circus owner into putting a light blue stained-glass screen from an old church in the tent, which separated Elizabeth physically from her patrons.

Through the screen, Elizabeth saw a tall woman wrapped in fashionable silk. Her head was decorated with feathers, and she walked elegantly. Her flirty manner, however, evaporated when she entered the tent. She scowled at the dimness of the wagon and used her hand to cover her nose. She did not seem to like the smell of the incense Elizabeth burned in the wagon. She moved forward and sat gingerly on the cushion on the floor. Then, in an abrupt tone, totally different from the flirty demeanour she portrayed for the gentleman waiting for her outside, she said, My friends told me you were a fine fortune teller. Can you tell me if the man outside, my heart's desire, will make an offer to me soon?

Lady of high fashion, your outlook comes with a price. Elizabeth said.

My friends told me you cost a fortune. How much?

My fee is one pound.

One pound! That is a ransom. How much time will you give me? What if your prediction is wrong? I could have no recompense. I will give you five pence instead.

Your future is not worth a farthing! You can bargain with the devil but not fate’s messenger. Leave now if you are not serious about your future.

Miss Bingley’s eyes glared with anger. She reluctantly pulled out the money from her reticule and threw it on the table. You had better tell me something good or I will send the bailiff to chase you down.

There is no good or bad, but only the truth. Pray, give me your right hand. Elizabeth put her left hand through the screen. She used some powder and paste to make her hand look dark and wrinkled like that of an old woman.

Your hand is filthy. Can you not tell my fortune without touching me?

Hand on the crystal ball and I shall tell all, Elizabeth demanded in a stern voice.

Reluctantly, the woman put out her hand. It was neatly manicured. Her fingers were long and her skin smooth, showing her to be a woman who did not have to do harsh work. Elizabeth pulled her hand toward her, placed it on the crystal ball and covered her hand with her own. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and willed herself to see into Miss Bingley’s future. No picture came into her mind. She sighed. She had to rely on herself. From the dismissive tone of the man outside, he was not interested in her. Elizabeth wanted to save the woman from heartache. She said with a compassionate voice, The master of the large estate is not your destiny.

What! I am certain Mr. Darcy paid me more attention this year than he did the last. Why would he agree to accompany me to the circus today if he is not interested in me?

The man is not her heart’s desire, not even her betrothed. The woman is deluding herself if she believes Mr. Darcy will offer his hand to her in marriage. Elizabeth was certain of her speculation and tried to dissuade Miss Bingley’s hope again. The master of the large estate is not courting you.

You are lying! He shall be travelling with us to a backwater place for more than a month soon. We shall be in each other’s company every day. There will be no woman as elegant or possessing such exquisite taste as I. There will be no competition to me. What can he find more interesting than my company for the next few weeks? I am certain he accompanies me only to court me with the prospect of marriage in mind.

Elizabeth shook her head and repeated, The master of the large estate will not offer his hand to you in marriage.

If he does not court me, I can think of a scheme to compromise him. He shall be mine soon. You are a fake! Give me back my one pound!

Forced marriage leads only to heartache and unhappiness, Elizabeth said, her sympathies secretly but expressly favouring Mr. Darcy.

Miss Bingley squealed loudly, pulling her hand from Elizabeth’s grasp and thumping it on the table where the crystal ball was. I shall not believe in your lies! Filthy, ugly, old gypsy! I shall make Mr. Darcy offer me his charms in marriage by next summer. I shall come back and tell the whole of London you are a phoney. Now give me back my one pound!

Elizabeth lost her patience with the woman. She delivered a warning, Lady of high fashion, let bygones be bygones! Improve your character and a bright future awaits. Continue your temperament and a dark prospect prevails.

Miss Bingley was screaming loudly by now. She was banging on the glass screen and yelling, Give me back my one pound! Give me back one pound! The bell rang and a man with blond hair pushed open the door. He rushed in.

Caroline! What on earth is the matter? Why are you screaming? The man’s voice was filled with concern. It was not the voice of the man Elizabeth had heard before.

The woman stood up, pointed her finger at Elizabeth and said, This gypsy cheat tricked me out of one pound. She talked rubbish. She said Mr. Darcy was not interested in me. When I demanded she give me back the money, she refused! Can you believe the audacity of this dirty con?

Shhh, it is only one pound. You paid five times more for some ugly feather not half an hour ago. Darcy is standing just outside. You do not want him to overhear your tantrum. Remember, I told you not to believe in fortune telling. You chose to trust your friends instead, so bear with it. Though I believe the woman is correct. Darcy is not interested in you. Now we will go and find Louisa.

The conversation drew Elizabeth’s attention to the tall gentleman standing a few feet from her wagon. Through the open door, she could see that this Mr. Darcy had dark curly hair and broad shoulders. He was immaculately dressed in a green overcoat, light brown breeches, and shiny boots. He was standing still, seemingly deep in thought.

As Miss Bingley and the blond man walked out of the wagon, the man with the dark curl hair turned around to look at them. The outgoing pair blocked Elizabeth’s vision, and she managed to catch only a glimpse of his ear.

~*~*~*~

That night at her uncle’s house, Elizabeth was following her ritual of wiping the crystal ball clean after her fortune telling session, when a sudden urge to see into the future overwhelmed her.

In the past, when she’d had this urge, she mainly saw people she knew well such as her sisters, her father, and her family. The events would usually come true not long afterwards. In fact, none of her predictions had gone unconfirmed for more than a year or two.

She was eager to see what was in store for her that night. She closed her eyes, put both hands on the ball and concentrated. First she saw a tastefully furnished room that gave the appearance of wealth, but not a vulgar display of money. The room was spacious and adorned with pastel green wallpaper covered with a pattern of wildflowers. Then a huge bed appeared, with rumpled, lavender-patterned bed sheets that indicated the bed had been slept in recently. Two golden pillows on the bed, each with an indentation, confirmed this was a couple’s room.

Her vision moved deeper into the crystal ball, and to her utter shock she saw the naked back of a man bathing. He was in the company of a woman, but could see neither of their faces. She felt her face flush because this was the first time she had seen anything so scandalous. She continued the vision.

The man had short dark curly hair and wide muscular shoulders. He looked vaguely familiar to her. His fingers were slowly massaging the woman’s head. He then took an ivory-coloured comb from the side table by the bath and drew it through the woman’s cascading dark tresses. He was slow and attentive, making his movements sensual and caring. After a few minutes, the man abandoned the comb and used his fingers to massage the woman’s head, hair and neck before sliding them over her shoulders. His fingers were long and his hands strong. He lowered his head, pushed the woman’s hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulders.

Elizabeth had never beheld such a sight in her fortune telling. She felt hot and flustered, as if she were intruding on the couple’s most private moments. She wanted to end the session, but her hands might as well have been glued to the crystal ball. She did not understand why she could not take her hands away.

She then saw the man press the woman to the side of the bathtub, her face away from him. He raised his body slightly and she could see a birthmark on the back of his waist, near the spine. It was heart shaped.

She watched him move in slow motion, as if he was riding… riding the woman! Elizabeth’s breath became shallow. She was shocked and mortified to witness this intimate coupling. She did not know couples could make love in a bath and that a man could ride a woman in that fashion from behind. She tried to pull her hands away from the crystal ball, but they would not move.

The muscles on his back rippled during the motion. His big body covered the petite shape of the woman. One of his hands entwined with hers on the edge of the bath while the other was dipped into the water, out of Elizabeth’s vision, doing lord knows what.

After a long time of riding and thrusting forward, his frantic pounding motion stopped with an arching posture. He thrashed his head slightly backward to the side, allowing Elizabeth to catch a glimpse of his features. His ear attracted her attention. Her breathing nearly stopped. It looked vaguely familiar!

Elizabeth finally managed to open her eyes and take her hands away from the transparent globe. She put her hands on her cheeks; they burned. She ran toward the mirror and looked at herself. Her face was red and she was panting. She noticed her nipples had hardened and pushed against the cotton nightgown. She did not know what was happening to her.

As a country girl, she had seen animals mating before, but watching a virile man throbbing into his woman up close was totally unimaginable. She wondered how they could feel pleasure in such an awkward position. The direction of her own thoughts shamed her, and she ran back to lie on the bed, where she pulled the bed sheets over her head, blocking the vision from her mind. But it wouldn’t go away.

That night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. By dawn, she gave up and took out her sketchbook. She had another talent. She loved sketching caricatures to amuse her sisters and father. She sketched the bathing scene in pencil, exaggerating the potency of the man’s big body in comic drawing style. She could remember it so clearly!

Every ripple of his muscles, his powerful hands, his distinctive birthmark, the energy of his body and his charming ear! But Elizabeth could not remember the woman's features at all. In trying to capture the details of her body, her face, Elizabeth could only produce a blurry figure. Clearly her focus had been the overwhelming physicality of the man’s actions last night. When she finished the sketch, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~

About 10 days after Elizabeth returned from London, she came face to face with Miss Bingley at the Meryton Assembly. Behind her were her younger sister Louisa and her brother, the blond Mr. Bingley, and the dark-haired Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth caught a glimpse of his ear. It looked extremely familiar. How can I be so obsessed with a man's ear; a man without a face!

Chapter 2

The Meryton Assembly was a success for Elizabeth’s elder sister Jane, as she seemed to claim the attention of Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth did not achieve the same success; she overhead Mr. Darcy decline his friend’s initiative to introduce to her. And now she felt distinctly uncordial towards Mr. Darcy. In spite of this, she could not stop sneaking glances at him whenever he wasn’t looking at her. There was no doubt in her mind: he was the man in the bath.

That night, in the privacy of her bedroom, Elizabeth had an urge to look into the future again. On each of the 10 nights since her return from London, she had taken out the Crystal Ball with a measure of anticipation and apprehension, and willed herself to meet or to miss seeing the man with the heart-shaped birthmark again. No vision ever came to her mind. That night, after the Meryton Assembly, the crystal ball was calling for her.

She locked her door, put her hands on the crystal ball and let it take her to another world. It was a library. It looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. The room was splashed with extravagant decorations, and seemed to be lacking a full complement of books. The few books on each shelf looked too tidy; unused and unread. Elizabeth’s eyes continued to move through the room. There was a big chocolate-coloured desk decorated in gold on the corners. It was very untidy, with piles of paper on it that suggested their owner was clearly an untidy person.

Her vision moved to the left of the desk. To her utter astonishment, she saw the man again! The same tall man with the well-built, broad back she had seen in the bath. She was sure of