Bound by Mr. Darcy

By Rose Steele

When Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy finds scandalous drawings hidden in Pemberley's library, she is shocked... and intrigued.

 

Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy is still adjusting to her life as mistress of Pemberley when she discovers a stash of illicit artwork in the library. Instead of frightened, Elizabeth feels compelled by the bound woman in the images. Do they reflect her husband's secret desires? And if so, does Elizabeth share them?

 

Find out in Bound by Mr. Darcy, a steamy Pride and Prejudice variation that adds a little spice to ODC's undying love. This short book offers a tasty morsel meant to be savored over the course of an evening. Relax, pour a glass of tea or wine, and enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Global Grafx Press
• Release date: Sep 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201209025

Book preview

Chapter 1

Rain beat down over the eaves of Pemberley estate as, heart racing, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy stole into the second-floor library. It should not have felt like stealing. Elizabeth was the mistress of Pemberley now, and she had the right to go wherever she liked on the grounds of her own home, yet with her husband away, she felt at once like a guest and an impostor.

Except here.

Elizabeth breathed in the smell of leather-bound volumes and aged paper, and a sense of rightness passed over her.

Dozens of bookshelves along every wall, each crammed to capacity with leather-bound volumes. A desk stood on the far side of the room, a blue velvet rug in front of it. Though the curtains were thrown wide to expose the large glass windows, the storm’s grey light cast everything in shadow.

Not wishing to bother a servant, she strode to the mantle for a spill to light the nearby candles, passing the fingertip of flame from wick to wick until the room took on a more cheerful aspect.

Now, for something to read.

Elizabeth walked between the shelves, running fingertips over the spines. Each book felt like a friend, either known, or more often in this vast place, as yet unmet.

Then, on a shelf within arm’s reach of the large desk, the light of Elizabeth’s candle flame passed over something decidedly odd.

Five antiquated volumes on the subject of animal husbandry, four of the spines stiff and dulled with the appearance of disuse, the fifth cracked and grooved.

Elizabeth lowered her candle to the shelf beneath the books, noting a scuff beneath the fifth volume as though someone had pulled it free and replaced often.

While Elizabeth’s husband was a dedicated to his duties as master of Pemberley, he had shown no special passion for the day-to-day minutiae of running his estate, preferring, like most of his class, including Elizabeth’s father, to leave the details to his steward, with whom he corresponded with frequently and periodically met.

And why would Fitzwilliam frequently consult a volume nearly eighty years old? And only Volume IV, but no others of the set!

Curiosity piqued, Elizabeth carefully set the candle down, pulled the volume free, and carried it to the desk. The leather-bound cover lay closed on an upward slant with something wedged into the pages.

Elizabeth’s heart sped again, her breath shallow with anticipation.

She slid her fingers along the pages, feeling for the gap, and finding it, opened the book.

A drawing?

In ink and watercolor, the subject was set against a backdrop of red roses, a woman bound in a sweep of soft, white