Losing Mr. Darcy: A Pride and Prejudice Intimate Novella: Master Darcy, #3

By Sara English

A continuation from the second book in the Master Darcy series, Losing Mr. Darcy...

Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy have parted under the most uncomfortable of circumstances. Released from her contract as Mr. Darcy's mistress, Elizabeth is on her own, thrown to the London ton.

Much to her distress, she has realized that her feelings for Mr. Darcy run deeper than the superficial. Armed with a new confidence, Elizabeth decides to chase after her heart's desire: she may no longer be Mr. Darcy’s mistress, but she wishes to be his wife.

Even if he was the one who ruined her, will Mr. Darcy be willing to marry her after everything that has passed between them? Find out in this next addition in the Master Darcy series.⁠⁠⁠⁠

Previous Books in the Master Darcy Series:

1) Obeying Mr. Darcy
2) Defying Mr. Darcy
3) Losing Mr. Darcy
4) Trusting Mr. Darcy (Coming in August 2017)
5) Loving Mr. Darcy (Coming September 2017)

This intimate and sensual Pride and Prejudice alternate novella is best suited for those above the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sara English
• Release date: Aug 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386423720

Book preview

One

The steady drip-drip-drip of water against the glassed in windows was her only companion. There was nothing for her now, in London - or anywhere, really, Elizabeth thought as she lay on the guest bed in her aunt and uncle’s house in London.

She could hear the cries of her cousins downstairs as they played, roughhousing in the

drawing

room

.

Aunt and Uncle Gardiner had taken her in with no question as to her arrival, and no strange looks at the luggage that she brought with her. Mr. Darcy had furnished his pet well with new trunks, and a new wardrobe, all the finest that money

could

buy

.

When she had first arrived, her uncle had looked as if he wanted to ask, but her aunt had shushed him and quickly ushered Elizabeth upstairs. There was a small pan-bath, nothing like the luxury of Darcy House, but Elizabeth had washed in it regardless, trying not to notice as her salt-tears fell to the pan below with hollow th-thunk noises as

they

did

.

As for Mr. Darcy, she didn’t know of his whereabouts. He had not been in Darcy House any of the days before she packed her things and left, and she had not expected him to return while she remained there.

She tried to think back on their last moments together, how his face had closed off to her, how she had broken something inside of him that she was certain could never be fixed again.

She felt like a monster for it. Mr. Darcy had been nothing but kind to her, in most ways that counted, and she, in turn, had disobeyed him and pushed him when he asked her

not

to

.

If he felt wrong for raising a hand and striking her bare skin, then she had surely done the same thing, only worse. She had struck his heart, his secrets, his pride.

For that, she knew, there could be no forgiveness. Once Mr. Darcy’s good opinion was lost, it was lost forever.

The thought echoed in her mind, and she buried herself in the quilts on her bed and sobbed. The tears came for extended periods of time, then dried up while she lay there, a hollow, husk of the girl she had used to be. Under Mr. Darcy’s care, she had flourished, felt greater pride in herself than ever, but now she was alone… alone, and ruined.

Oddly, the thought of being an old spinster and never taking a husband seemed to be less of a dreary idea now that she had so much money to draw upon. And also, how could she ever have any man that was not Mr. Darcy? Such thoughts made her chest ache, and her throat draw closed. It was not to be born. She could not marry, she knew in the deepest places of her soul, unless the one she married was Mr. Darcy. Her heart would not stand

for

it