The Flight Path LESS Travelled

Welcome Back Dear Readers!

I am back! Uni is killing me, obviously 🙄 but that’s uni for you. But lately, I was contacted by Leigh Dreyer, an author who I hosted here on my blog, last year with her first book; “The Best Laid Flight Plans”, and Leigh asked if I would be interested in hosting her again, this time with her second book and the sequel to her first book. And naturally, I couldn’t refuse her.

Welcome back, to one of my favourite modern P&P authoresses; Leigh Dreyer, with her second book; “The Flight Path LESS Travelled”

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“The Flight Path Less Travelled” picks up nearly where book 1 ends, and it was good to be back in “familiar” surroundings of Netherfield, with the newlywed Bingleys and Darcy and Elizabeth, after the accident.

I was quite surprised to see a character from another beloved Austen book, appear as a flight doc, more specifically Elizabeth’s doctor! Namely the charming if roguish Willoughby from Sense and Sensibility – and just to put it mildly, Darcy dislikes him, immediately – not that that was such a surprise since Darcy is head over heels for Elizabeth. And besides, I didn’t like him either, to be honest!

Drama ensues at Longbourn, when old history is dredged up, after Elizabeth’s accident, which makes Elizabeth’s life turn upside down.

With a decision about her future, will Elizabeth follow her ambition or will she follow her heart?
Leigh has answered some questions for me, so enjoy the authoress Q&A;

1. Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I work as a speech pathologist, currently in the Las Vegas area. I work both in person at a charter middle/high school and a long term acute care facility and doing teletherapy (which I absolutely love) from my home. Yes. I have three jobs plus writing because I apparently enjoy being crazy. I write while my kids take naps, during teletherapy breaks, and at night. I have an incredible husband who is a pilot in the Air Force and two amazing kids. My son is four and my daughter is two. Both my husband and I are children of Air Force pilots which makes for fun family get-togethers. Needless to say, I very rarely have to do a lot of plane-related research.

2. Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Elizabeth Bennet has just gone through tremendous trauma at the end of The Best Laid Flight Plans and now she has to get back up, brush herself off, and push forward. In the original Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth faces a lot of invisible enemies (marriage or lack thereof, the entailment, etc.), but I wanted to see where she would take me when her enemies were very much physical. Would she be strong and fight?

3. Which writers inspire you?

Jane Austen is the obvious answer, but I’m also inspired by so many JAFF authors. People like (in no particular order) Linda Wells, Joy King, Diana J Oaks, Maria Grace, Abigail Reynolds, Jenetta James, Karen Cox, Beau North, Jan Hahn, Elizabeth Ann West, Rose Fairbanks, etc. inspire me to fall more deeply in love with characters I already enjoy. I also love Diana Gabaldon, Neil Gaman, Aled Hossein, Tom Wolfe, William Makepeace Thackeray, Agatha Christie, and CS Forester.

4. What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?

After going through The Best Laid Flight Plans I changed the ending because I just wasn’t ready for it to end. I wanted to see what happened next and leave the door open to really learn more about Mr and Mrs Bennet, Colonel Fitzwilliam, etc. I needed another book or two or three for the story to end for me.

5. This book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?

The Flight Path Less Traveled is book two in a series of three planned books: The Best Laid Flight Plans, The Flight Path Less Traveled and Came a Flight Gently. The first book is a P&P variation whose storyline closely follows the events of P&P. The next two are original continuations although you will definitely see other favourite Austen characters and events as the story continues. Each book is an altered line from a poem that I find meaningful and that I feel speaks to the tone of the book I wanted to write.

6. What is your favourite movie and why?

Gone With The Wind. Partly because I am an eighty-five-year-old woman trapped in a thirty-year-old’s body (please see my love for all classic film, 1940s jazz and classical music, and other habits like insisting my family eat at the table) I love the costumes, the romance, the huge sets, the language. I love it all. Scarlett is one of my all-time favourite characters. She doesn’t let other people tell her she can’t achieve. She needs to take care of her family, so she does, in whatever way she can. I find her strong, capable head something I would love to emulate, even if she is a little stupid with her heart.

7. What advice would you give to your younger self?

Just do it. Jump in. You can figure it out while you’re doing it, but if you wait until you understand every nuance of a task, years will pass and it still won’t be done.

8. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Write. Also, edit. I recently had a friend who decided her NaNoWriMo draft was ready for publication. She had not even re-read it. Yikes. I tell every aspiring writer I know to write and then let someone read it and critique it. Critique can be hard to accept, but you’ll only get better.


In this modern Pride and Prejudice continuation and sequel to The Best Laid Flight Plans, 2nd Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet and Captain William Darcy are facing trials after the events of Elizabeth’s last flight. Darcy’s proposal lingers between them as Elizabeth becomes almost single sighted to her rehabilitation and her return to pilot training. A secret is revealed to Elizabeth about Mr. and Mrs. Bennet’s past that throws all she has known to be true into a tail spin. The romance between our hero and heroine begins to blossom through military separations, sisterly pranks, and miscommunications. Can Darcy and Elizabeth come together or will flying in the Air Force keep them apart?

Leigh has been also been a dear and allowed us to view, and read the first two chapters of her book, though forgive me for not posting ch2 as well.

CHAPTER 1; A Flight Path LESS Travelled.

Rain. She shuddered with a sudden chill as a raindrop slid down the back of her shirt. The dark, heavy clouds settled around her, prickling her skin. Her eyes searched for shelter from the storm and spotted the familiar stone house in the distance. Running toward it, her shoes heavy in the mud, she felt herself pick up speed. Soon she found herself on a winding, paved driveway.
To her left was a small stream that emptied into a quaint pond. Raindrops rippled at the banks. It’s a great day if you’re a duck. She smiled as a single drake waddled from the bank, then glided effortlessly into the pool.
The house loomed in front of her and she soon found herself at the door. She knocked loudly and waited, rubbing her arms in an attempt to stay warm.
There was no answer.
She knocked again, much louder this time, and looked around the entrance for a doorbell of some kind. She shuffled anxiously from one foot to the other, shivering, and hoping that someone would answer the door.
No answer.
She pounded against the door, then walked back a few steps, looking at the windows in the home, trying to ascertain if anyone was there.
Finally, she saw him. He was as handsome as she had ever seen him. Dressed in a sweater and jeans with his hair perfectly in place, he looked out at her through the window and smiled. Warmth immediately flooded her chest and she felt alive. She needed him.
She stretched out her hands and he came to her with a thought. She looked into his dark eyes and her stomach turned in anticipation of his touch. He brushed her cheeks with his thumbs, pulling her face gently to him, touching his lips to hers. As he kissed her, his fingers combed through her wet hair and ran down her back. Every part of her touched by him was on fire, electric somehow, and every sensation was heightened by the contrast with the cold rain around them.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss that seemed to touch her very soul. The raindrops ran down their faces and she sighed. Warm, content, happy, and in love. She closed her eyes gently, letting her body take over. He moaned in response, a deep vibration against her chest and suddenly―
Second Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She felt the world around her vibrate when the propeller sprang into motion. She stretched her legs to move the rudders and turned onto the runway. The number one plane was thirty feet diagonally ahead of her and, as the lead nodded to roll forward, she pushed the throttle full. Gravity pushed her body into the seat as she took off. The sun beat on the cockpit glass and sweat dripped down the neck of her flight suit.
Elizabeth loved flying, soaring from cloud to cloud. Sometimes she imagined she was in one of the old biplanes and could let the wind whip her scarf and long dark hair behind her. She would dance the foxtrot through the skies. When she was younger, she read a book about the wing walkers of the 1920s, and since then, she had wanted to stand on the wings of a plane and feel the rush of the sky around her. She sighed as she took one long look out of the cockpit and watched the powerful clouds eddy as she rocketed through.
This check ride was important. It was the last bastion to conquer before she could track to the shiny, fast, sexy T-38s. She had wanted to fly the jet since she started pilot training and then move on to fighter jets in the real world. Maybe the F-22? Maybe even the F-35 if it was not still grounded by the time she graduated in six months.
She took a deep breath. Her oxygen mask pressed on the bridge of her nose uncomfortably. She repositioned it and remembered where she was and what she needed to accomplish.
The number one plane in front of her rocked its wings and Elizabeth pushed the stick firmly to the left, completed a roll, and watched the world spin through the glass cockpit. Over the intercom, she heard a familiar instructor pilot: “Nice job, Bennet. Keep it a little tighter in the formation and watch your altimeter. Straight and level.”
Elizabeth felt unexpectedly nervous. Her pulse quickened and roared in her ears. Ignoring her emotions, she trained her mind back to the task at hand. She watched the number one, moved her wing a little closer to maintain tight formation mere feet from the wing of the other plane, and waited anxiously for the next signal.
Abruptly, the stick was pushed forward. She started, her heart pumping rapidly. She grabbed the stick with both hands, planted her feet to the floor, and strained against the metal to pull it back into neutral position.
“Straight and level. Straight and level.” The haunting echo began to repeat in her headset. She pulled the stick back again and again. She pushed her legs down on the rudders forcing the muscles in her thighs to contract. Her boots slipped on the metal surfaces as she desperately tugged. Her heart pounded in terror as she watched the ground zoom closer.
“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! MOA 6. Nuke 62. Going down,” Elizabeth shouted into the radio. The harness pushed painfully against her breast while she changed from correcting the plane to saving herself from her horrifying dive toward the ground. She saw the trees growing bigger and bigger in her view and prayed hysterically for a miracle.
Oh God—don’t let me die.
His handsome features and serious mien sprang unbidden to her mind. Darcy.
Nausea hit and she vomited into her mask. It was crushed to her face with the G-forces and she dug her nails into her cheeks to peel it off. She could not breathe. She needed to breathe. Through tears, she searched her panel for the altimeter and finally ripped off the mask. Two thousand feet. She could only see blackness.
She was blind. Her stomach churned, warning her the plane was still falling. Opening her eyes, she saw the ground screaming toward her. It was close enough to touch. She reached out her hand, fingers stretched. She blinked and the ground was far away and she had time to think.
I have to get out of this plane! She did not want to die. She was running through Longbourn’s backyard and pushing Jane on the swing. Mary playing the piano. Her father reading to Elizabeth while seated on his lap in the comfy chair of his office. Her crying mother receiving a triangular folded flag. A uniformed soldier playing “Taps” on a trumpet. Her sisters weeping over a casket that contained nothing but the charred and blackened bits of the former Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet.
“Straight and level! Straight and level!” Who was shouting at her? Did they not see her trying? Pull up, damn it! Pull up!
She felt between her thighs for the yellow ejection handle. She had to get out of this careening metal coffin. Where was the handle? She was blind and no amount of blinking would bring the ground back into her view. She searched furiously for the spot between her knees where she had been trained to pull. Her helmet was filled with vomit. She tried to open her eyes and search for the distinct looped handle. One hand continued to pull at the stick in a weak, desperate attempt to right the plane while the other roved under the seat in an attempt to locate her only chance of survival.
“Straight and level! Straight and level,” repeated the scratchy voice in her helmet.
The ground was coming up fast again. Every movement of her body was strangely slow and halted like she was moving through mud. Her thoughts seemed alien as she searched through her emergency procedures checklist to find the correct protocols for “hurtling to demise.” In desperation, she grasped at the stick and made another weak attempt to pull up. Her arms exhausted from the strain, she screamed. She looked once more at the ground through the sweat and vomit and closed her eyes, bracing for impact.
The plane shook Elizabeth violently as they continued to shoot through the sky. Elizabeth pondered the movement of time and was surprised that it took so long for her to hit. It felt like she had been falling forever. Turbulence would not kill her. Turbulence did not kill anybody. All it ever did was frighten passengers on 747s. She was not a flight attendant walking through the aisle serving Diet Cokes and pretzels. She was a pilot. She had studied for this. She had to find that ejection handle.
Elizabeth screamed again. The stick would not budge. She could not find the ejection handle. She felt the plane rock, and her mind jolted back to her vision of the dirt below. It was close. No more than ten seconds. She reached out a hand to touch it.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
“Elizabeth! Please wake up!”
Elizabeth shook. She must have hit. She waited for the scent of exploding fuel and burning flesh she knew would come and the sharp metallic taste of blood that would likely accompany it. She expected the crash to be painful, instead, she was shaking. She felt the shoulder straps of her harness push against her as she continued to struggle. Suddenly, she was smothered by her helmet, her face crushed inside her mask, her nose pinched.
She took a gasping breath.
Her eyes blinked open to see a man’s chest hovering above her. Her eyes fluttered and her breath continued to come in gulps, burning in her throat as she pushed away, ready to claw the man holding her down.
Her hands grappled with something besides her head and next to her body strangling her movement; she had expected grass but found only soft fabric. After another moment, her brain registered the sheets and pillow of her bed.
Darcy looked down at her; his dark eyes creased in concern.
“I was crashing,” Elizabeth said, her voice rough, eyes darting around her bedroom at Netherfield. The green curtains. The dark dresser. The potted plant she had received in the hospital was dying; she had liked to look at it in the rehab facility. Darcy loomed above her.
“How did I get here?” She still felt the sickening lurch in her stomach of the plane dropping. She swallowed hard.
“You’re at Netherfield. Jane’s just in the other room.” Elizabeth’s skin prickled as Darcy’s deep voice vibrated in his chest when he spoke. Her head was cloudy with the sensations of her flight, and she found it difficult to reason. “Elizabeth, breathe and think. What felt real?”
She took one shaky breath. “The crash. I couldn’t find the ejection handle. It wasn’t there.” Her voice cracked and she felt hot tears spill down her cheeks, and she became furious at her inability to control herself. “It wasn’t there! Who the hell doesn’t put an ejection handle in a plane? What kind of idiot was on maintenance? How on earth do they expect someone to survive without an ejection handle?”
“Honey,” Darcy began, pulling Elizabeth to his chest. She pushed him away.
“Don’t ‘honey’ me. I couldn’t get out! I could have been killed! The stick was stuck forward—I couldn’t lift it…”
She could feel the hysteria begin to take over once more, and she took a gulping breath, letting it out slowly.
Darcy leaned down to look directly into Elizabeth’s eyes. They looked wild and vulnerable. He reached down to rub her arms, then slowly pressed her petite frame to his chest.
Darcy whispered into her ear. “You got out. You’re here. I’ve got you. You’re all right. We’re here at Netherfield. The crash was weeks ago; do you remember? You didn’t want to go home for fear your mother’s nerves would smother you. Jane and Bingley are married and are sleeping in the other room. You were screaming, so I came.”
“Oh god.” Elizabeth looked around. Find two things you can see. The window. The dresser. Find one thing you can feel. The sheets. Find one thing you can smell. Sandalwood and pine…Darcy—he always smells fresh. She started over. She was in pajamas, sitting in her bed; she could feel the cotton. Darcy was shirtless but wearing sweatpants. She suddenly felt a warmth in her stomach before she remembered their precarious arrangement. She loved him, and he knew she loved him. He had loved her much longer. After one incredible kiss in the hospital just after the crash, they had barely touched each other. They were both too anxious to give the other space to figure things out. Now on the third night home from hospital and rehab, she had to embarrass herself by freaking out. What must he think of me?
She was humiliated and tired—exhausted—if she was honest with herself. She also realized with a sudden blush that perhaps this ugly old shirt from high school and yoga pants with a hole in the knee should be retired as her nightwear of choice. She was frightened but, as she relaxed into Darcy, the feeling of her body against his was the only bearable thing in her existence, so she concentrated on that.
She slowly shook off the remnants of her nightmare, and her thoughts began to clear like a fuzzy TV channel coming in tune. Netherfield. She was at Netherfield. It was too stressful to go home to Longbourn Inn with her mother checking on her every ten minutes and her father shutting himself in his office to avoid her mother. As Mary, Kitty, and Lydia were equal parts annoying and dreadful, plus the constant hum of guests, Jane offered her new home. Elizabeth had taken up residence directly upon release from the rehabilitation center.
Her therapist had said to expect nightmares and flashbacks. Thoughts of the dream brought feelings of shame for being so weak, and she felt a slow blush creep up her cheeks and into her hairline.
“I’m completely embarrassed. Of course—none of it is real. I can’t believe I made you get up.” She let out a long, exasperated sigh and looked around the room, pushing away from him, much gentler this time, and combing through her matted curls with her fingers. “Go back to sleep. You have to fly tomorrow.”
“Elizabeth, it’s no big deal.”
“It is a big deal. You have to fly. You can’t show tired after dealing with me being a baby all night.”
Darcy shrugged and sat next to her in the bed. “It’s a less demanding sortie. Besides, I don’t show till ten. I’ve got plenty of time.” He reached out and gently smoothed the frizz and tangles that had overtaken her hair from her thrashing. “Want me to stay with you a little while?” He offered his arms. She hesitated, then tentatively moved into them.
Elizabeth’s mind was calm as she inhaled his scent and felt the warm, calming pressure of his arms enfolding her. She released a breath she did not know she had been holding, relishing the quiet and the steady beat of his heartbeat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. She matched her breath to his, breathing deeper and slower than normal. Her eyelids drooped, and she relaxed into his arms.
“Want me to stay?”
“Nod or shake your head?”
Elizabeth did neither as she nestled closer to his chest. Darcy felt her body relax against him and he smiled. He pulled her close and leaned against the headboard where he was found moments later by Jane. Darcy opened his eyes slowly and looked at Elizabeth’s sister as she walked clumsily into the dark room.
Darcy pressed his finger to his lips and Jane nodded at him.
“Is she back asleep?” she whispered.
Darcy nodded.
“Go ahead and lay her down. I’ll stay with her.”
He moved Elizabeth’s sleeping form onto the pillow and maneuvered himself out of her embrace. They needed to figure out their relationship soon because he hated leaving her like this. He was sure the Air Force would have a reprimand for living in the same house, regardless of their intimate relationship or lack thereof. It was why he had proposed in the first place at Rosings during the hearing for the Base Closure Committee without so much as a first date! He did not want to tempt a court-martial for either of them. She sighed and snuggled into her pillow, her hair tumbled over her shoulders. Darcy looked at her again before leaving the room as quietly as Jane had entered.
Jane lay down by her sister, grateful that she had the next day off from work. She and Charles had only been home from their honeymoon for two weeks and, while Charles understood Jane’s need to care for Lizzy, it was difficult on their new relationship. Lizzy had come straight to Netherfield, not even stopping at home for clothes. Darcy had been insistent, and Jane knew Longbourn would drive Lizzy crazy within forty-eight hours.
Jane closed her eyes and tried to relax by reviewing her list for the next day. Clean. As Caroline had refused to keep up with any task she thought below her. Sort out trimming the trees on the road to the house. Because Caroline had neglected them the fall before. Take Lizzy to the doctor. Get groceries… Caroline had not cooked a meal since the wedding! Jane added “speak to Charles about his sister—again” to her list.
Lizzy must be in serious pain. Jane had never so much as broken a bone, but Lizzy had broken half of her body. Now with the nightmares, Jane had no idea how to comfort her sister. While Lizzy had been in the hospital and then rehab, Jane had been able to get things done for her job and around the house, but now she feared that Lizzy’s care would come with a list she could never accomplish. Her sister’s pain was not a line item she could simply cross off, and it was not something she could take away.
Lizzy kicked Jane, and Jane grunted and rolled over. She had forgotten Lizzy kicked in her sleep, and the cast slamming into her shin was painful. Thank goodness, Charles slept like the dead. Jane did not miss this particular aspect of her sister’s many charms, but soon, Jane drifted off.
The morning arrived soft and new. Elizabeth sighed deeply as she looked out the window at the bashful rays shooting through her curtains. Despite several casts and slings, she was able to sit up and, with assistance, move around the house. They were all to be removed in the next week and she was anxiously awaiting further independence. The doctors had told her it was good that she had been healthy and active before the crash otherwise she would have had a very different outcome. She would like to lie in bed for a few more hours reading a book but she desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
Elizabeth turned her head and found Jane’s blonde hair sticking out from under the sheet covering her sister’s face. She looks like an especially comfortable pineapple. How anyone could sleep like that without being suffocated, Elizabeth would never know. She nudged Jane gently and startled when Jane sprang into action.
“Lizzy! Are you okay? Do you need a drink? Should I get Will or Charles?”
“Shh…” Elizabeth held her finger to her lips. Jane’s eyes were wide. “I’m fine. I just need to use the bathroom.”
Jane relaxed and rolled off the bed, yawning and stretching. “I’m going to go back to Charles for a bit before he has to go to work.”
“Okay. I’m up. Tell Charles thanks for letting me borrow you last night.”
Jane scratched her head and stumbled sleepily out of the room, mumbling. “Sure thing.”
Elizabeth got herself to and from the bathroom with the aid of her old lady cane and the handicapped bars in the hallways that Darcy had installed before she came home. After what seemed a painful eternity, she made her way to the living room where she reclined on the couch and read.
Within the hour, Jane bustled in the kitchen; Charles joined her soon after, laughing and talking about his plans for the day. Caroline stalked into the room, shot darts at the happy couple (and Elizabeth), retrieved her coffee cup, and slinked back up the stairs away from the felicity flowing about downstairs. Elizabeth watched all from a spot on the couch, grateful she was not at Longbourn, listening to the screeches of her sisters. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep, lulled by the sounds of utensils on plates and conversation humming from the kitchen.

Author Bio;

Leigh Dreyer is a huge fan of Jane Austen variations and the JAFF community. She is blessed to have multi-generational military connections through herself and her husband, who she met in pilot training. She often describes her formative years in this way: “You know the ‘Great Balls of Fire’ scene in Top Gun (‘Goose, you big stud!’), where Goose and Meg Ryan have their kid on the piano? I was that kid.” Leigh lives with her pilot husband, a plane-obsessed son, a daughter who will one day be old enough to watch romantic movies with her, and another little one expected in September 2019.

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Hi Guys, that was this for this time! But do not despair, I will be back in April with Jayne Bamber, and her P&P books. So I hope to see you again soon. Cheers!


Edinburgh 2019

Edinburgh 2019

Another year has passed, and so have the third annual Regency Ball in Edinburgh!

After a horribly bumpy ride up to Edinburgh from Copenhagen, due to turbulence, I arrived 1h30 minutes later to find my friend and regency sister Christin waiting for me. We started with heading straight for a book shop, surprise 😂😂

Saturday started with breakfast, a walk to find Jamie from Outlander and his print shop from season 3 of the famous book/tv series – where Clair arrives and Jamie faints by the mere sight of his wife.

After a walk to Flourish and Blotts, where books were bought, and wands admired. Then we walked to the Assembly Rooms, where the dance practice, for the evening’s ball was going on. Here our friend Elaine arrived, we had only just heard that she was going to attend a few days before, due to something at home. So, we learned a new dance, for the same evening’s ball. After two hours’ worth of dancing practice, we made our way to our apartment.  20190309_172107150_iOS

In the apartment, we hurried to eat a bit, prepare and redress for the ball, and style hair, all within small two and half small hours.

The ball was as always, a great success, with many familiar faces, a few new ones and the famous Dancing Master Stuart Marsden, who called the dancing, in a mix of English and French.
A few new dances appeared, and a lot of laughter ensued. Two familiar faces made me smile, a dancing and music Master Andrew Rawe and his lovely girlfriend, I got a glance at her dance card, and Mr Rawe had signed for THREE dances, so I could not help myself but ask if there was any news coming from them, the only response I got was smiles from them both, and an answer, which made me smile.

The first four dances, with both old friends, and acquaintances alike, dinner happened. A delicious Cog Au Vin and a delightful chicken in a white sauce with mushrooms. Dinner conversation flowed at our table, about Australia, the ball and news of people around the table.

The ball was again a grand success, and many congratulated Talitha on an event, well done, though sadly she was ready to hand the reins over to someone else. Which I hope happens, since the ball is one of the highlights of my spring calendar. I was dancing twice with an old friend, by the name of Jack, you know who you are – and to say it lightly, he is a horrible flirt, a good friend and a wonderful dancer. To use a Regency term, he is a “disgrace” hehe.

Saturday night was continued by a small group of ball-goers at “The Dome”, a fancy bar, quite near to the Assembly Rooms. Where gossip, proper catch-up and small talk was done. A few drinks were consumed, and the evening ended on quite a pleasant note, with Elaine, Christin and I hitting our beds.

Sunday, it rained cats and dogs, not a surprise for Scotland, so Christin, Elaine and I dressed in civilian clothes, and made our way to the Georgian House, with a stop at Waverley Bus Station, where I dropped my suitcase. Once at the Georgian House, our acquaintances arrived in full Regency clothes. Elaine, Christin and I then borrowed dresses from the Georgian House, so we could dance alongside our friends. 20190312_131543000_iOS

A quick drive through some of the city, in a carriage, in the company of Talitha. The girls and I made our way past Waterstone’s, a book shop, where we took tea and Christin and I bought a bag each, a Harry Potter themed on, hehe. Then I sadly had to make my way towards Edinburgh Airport for my flight home to Denmark.

I will be back next week, with a returning authoress, Leigh Dreyer and her new book. So hang tight, see you next week. Cheers.



Through A Different Lens

Welcome Back Dear Readers,

This time I am visited by a returning authoress, who visited my very own blog, last year with her book, “The Assistant” namely the lovely Riana Everly. different lens cover 450x675[4886]

Welcome Back Riana!

Riana’s new book, “Through a Different Lens” is A tale of second glances and second chances

Elizabeth Bennet has disliked the aloof and arrogant Mr. Darcy since he insulted her at a village dance several months before. But an unexpected conversation with a startling turn of phrase suddenly causes her to reassess everything she thought she knew about the infuriating and humourless gentleman.

Elizabeth knows something of people who think differently. Her young cousin in London has always been different from his siblings and peers, and Lizzy sees something of this boy’s unusual traits in the stern gentleman from Derbyshire whose presence has plagued her for so long. She approaches him in friendship and the two begin a tentative association. But is Lizzy’s new understanding of Mr. Darcy accurate? Or was she right the first time? And will the unwelcome appearance of a nemesis from the past destroy any hopes they might have of happiness?

!!Warning!! This variation of Jane Austen’s classic Pride and Prejudice depicts our hero as having a neurological difference. If you need your hero to be perfect, this might not be the book for you. But if you like adorable children, annoying birds, and wonderful dogs, and are open to a character who struggles to make his way in a world he does not quite comprehend, with a heroine who can see the man behind his challenges, and who celebrates his strengths while supporting his weaknesses, then read on! You, too, can learn what wonders can be found when we see the familiar through a different lens.

Authoress Bio of our dear Riana! riana everly head shot[4887]

Riana Everly was born in South Africa but has called Canada home since she was eight years old. She has a Master’s degree in Medieval Studies and is trained as a classical musician, specializing in Baroque and early Classical music. She first encountered Jane Austen when her father handed her a copy of Emma at age 11 and has never looked back.

Riana now lives in Toronto with her family. When she is not writing, she can often be found playing string quartets with friends, biking around the beautiful province of Ontario with her husband, trying to improve her photography, thinking about what to make for dinner, and, of course, reading!
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Riana’s second novel, The Assistant, was awarded the Jane Austen Award by Jane Austen Readers’ Awards, and her debut novel, Teaching Eliza, was listed on a list of 2017 Favourite Books on the blog Savvy Verse & Wit. For both of these honours, she is delighted and very proud!

You can follow Riana’s blog at, and join her on Facebook ( and Twitter (@RianaEverly). She loves meeting readers!

Dear Readers, I have put some questions to Riana, about her book, and here they are;

  1. How did you come up with a Darcy/Gardiner who have the Asperger’s syndrome?

I had thought for a long time that Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy has Asperger’s Syndrome, which is a type “high-functioning” autism. A lot of what we see of him in Pride and Prejudice fits with the traits of Asperger’s. More importantly, his own words at Rosings really resonate with one of the main characteristics of the autism spectrum: “I certainly have not the talent which some people possess of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.” And Elizabeth just goads him and complains that he doesn’t try enough. But what if he really cannot understand all those unspoken pieces of communication that most of us take so much for granted?

I then wondered what would happen if Elizabeth did realize that Darcy isn’t just being a jerk but has some issue that makes socializing difficult. The best way she would know this is if she had someone she loved with a similar condition. Knowing the close relationship between Austen’s Lizzy Bennet and the Gardiners, I imagined a cousin with autism, who had taught her as much as she taught him. And this is how Sammy Gardiner came into being.

  1. Do you have personal experience with this “condition”?

These days, with increasing awareness of autism, almost everybody knows someone on the spectrum. I could name all sorts of friends with children somehow affected, some very lightly, others quite profoundly. In my family, my son was diagnosed with Asperger’s several years ago. He is just on the very edge of the spectrum, and most of the time seems perfectly “normal,” but even there I can see the challenges he has with some aspects of non-verbal communication, such as tone or voice or understanding figurative language.

What I have also learned from my son, however, is that along with the challenges can come amazing gifts. He thinks differently; his brain works differently. He can’t tell from my voice that I’m getting angry, but he does crazy math in his head. He speaks four languages fluently, is learning two more, and composes amazing music. So, I can’t call his version of Asperger’s a disability. Rather, it’s a different ability.

  1. Why you chose to write it as the primary element of problem for Darcy?

Partly, I wanted to explore this side of Austen’s Darcy. I took her character and pushed him just a little further along the spectrum, emphasising his autistic traits rather than forcing them on him. Partly, I wanted to write a story where the hero is not perfect, but is a hero nonetheless. Darcy and Sammy are heroes not in spite of their neurological differences, but because of them. Lizzy doesn’t try to fix Darcy. She tries to help him, but she accepts and loves him for who he is.

I didn’t write this book with a strong message in mind, but I wanted to show how when we open our eyes to what’s really important, we can see all sorts of wonderful things that have been hiding right in plain sight all along.

  1. How do you get your ideas for your books?

Ideas come from all different places. Sometimes there is something in the original text that makes me think, “what if…” like how this story came about. Sometimes a small story from the history books sparks an idea, or a minor character cries out for more attention. That’s how The Assistant began—with a question about how the Gardiners met. I have two JAFF mysteries written, (but not yet published) with plans for some more, where Mary Bennet finds that sitting on the edges and watching everyone else have the fun actually makes her a pretty good detective, because she sees and hears so much.

Another unpublished novel I have sitting on my computer casts Lizzy and Darcy into a world of spies and espionage as England is at war with Napoleon’s France, and that one began with the thought, “What if Mr. Bennet wasn’t who he said he was?” There are so many sources of inspiration. They all begin with one question.

  1. What made you write at the very beginning?

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and I keep finding short stories that I wrote when I was a child. Most of them I had completely forgotten about, but they’re in my handwriting, so they must have come from my brain! About five years ago I set myself a challenge to try a full-length novel, which was a modern P&P digression, and I was more surprised than I thought when I finally completed the 100,000-word-long manuscript. It was so much fun to write, and I loved getting into the heads of my characters and watching them as they came to life and told me what they were going to do next.

This was like an addict’s first taste of something, I think. Once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. Luckily, writing isn’t so bad for my health (except when I write and don’t exercise) and it doesn’t make me a dangerous driver (except when I get so lost in thought about what will happen next), so it’s fairly harmless addiction. And if it makes other people smile, then that’s wonderful too!

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(Darcy is accompanying Lizzy and her young cousins on an excursion to the park. Twelve-year-old Sammy has formed a wonderful connection with Darcy’s dog Cabal, but he doesn’t do so well with unpredictable pigeons! )

By now they had reached the pond, which was indeed brilliant with a thousand spangles of reflected light. As the children watched their boats sail across the sparkling water, Elizabeth began to wish that she, too, was in possession of a pair of tinted spectacles, for the glare off the water was distracting in its intensity! But the children seemed not to be bothered in the slightest, and even Samuel laughed and dashed about with a carefree smile upon his face that seemed quite unaffected by the brightness. His boat lost to his brother’s, but he contented himself by holding onto Cabal’s lead and scratching the hound’s head at intervals, to the apparent pleasure of both boy and dog.

When the experiment with the boats was complete, Miss Pierce lived up to her promise and handed small sacks of seed to the younger Gardiner children. Lizzy and Mr. Darcy chatted lightly with the governess as the children tossed the seeds to the waiting pigeons and waterfowl, at first one piece at a time, and then as their excitement grew, in greater quantities. Through this, Samuel stood aside under the shade of one of the large trees, lush with the bright green foliage of ripe springtime, one hand holding Cabal’s lead, the other resting on the dog’s furred head, as the beast sat calmly at his side.

“How well they get along together!” Lizzy directed Mr. Darcy’s attention to the pair—boy and dog—in the shade of the tree, just a step away from the noisy children and the hungry birds, and yet a world apart. “I must talk to my aunt again to see if a pet dog could fit into the household. Perhaps you will have some advice for her on the best breeds. I imagine he would do better with one that is large and calm rather than an active sort of a pet.”

“Indeed, Miss Bennet. I have some definite thoughts on the matter, and if she wishes, can inquire about a pup from one of the breeders in Derby—”

His thought was cut short by a great cry from the direction of the pond. Little Julia, in her exuberance and joy, had flung a great handful of seed into the air whilst spinning on her feet as small children are wont to do. Instead of landing at the edge of the pond, as she had surely expected, some of the seeds fell instead by Samuel, and some even ended up in his hair.

The pigeons, quite unconcerned as to where their food landed, began rushing towards the pair in the shade in a flurry of feathers and beaks and loud caws. Sammy’s eyes widened in horror as the birds descended upon him. Some landed inches from his feet, pecking at the seeds on the grass before him; others had seen or smelled the kernels in his hair and flapped about his head. “No!” he cried, waving his hands about him. “No, no, no!”

The wild motion of his hands scattered the flock for a moment, but the damage had been done. Samuel’s voice rang with panic, and as Lizzy watched, his eyes lost focus as he continued to cry out against the aborted attack of feathered fiends. He continued to flail wildly as he shouted, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.

“Miss Elizabeth, watch the children.” Lizzy barely heard Miss Pierce’s voice. It had a been so long a time since last she had witnessed her cousin so distressed that she was quite in shock. Beside her, she sensed rather than observed Mr. Darcy’s similar reaction. He stood perfectly still, eyes fixed unblinking upon her poor cousin and the effects of the trauma caused by the birds.

She blinked. Miss Pierce had spoken, had needed her. “Yes, yes of course! The children.” She gathered the youngsters about her, all three of them wrapped within the circle of her arms. Julia was now crying as well. “I made Sammy sad! I didn’t wanna make him sad. I’m sorry!” The little girl wept, leaving wet stains on Elizabeth’s walking dress and tearing at the flowers on her bonnet.


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The Avenger: Thomas Bennet & A Father’s Lament

“The Avenger: Thomas Bennet & A Father’s Lament”
By Don Jacobson, 2018

Dear Readers! Welcome Back! And Happy New Year (in two days)

I have been so fortunate as to be able to get on Don Jacobson’s review team yet again, this time it was for his newest book, “The Avenger: Thomas Bennet and a Father’s Lament” aka Mr Bennet’s story. Further down, Don offers a giveaway of this amazing book! So, keep reading, I promise its worth it!Avenger Blog Tour Banner HorzM[4562]





“Bennet looked at his wife’s swollen lips, softly bruised from several deeply loving kisses, and her flushed complexion, as alluring when gracing the countenance of a woman of four-and-forty as that of a girl of nine-and-ten. He was one of the lucky few to have fallen in love with the same woman at both ages.”

Thomas Bennet, Master of Longbourn, had always counted himself amongst the few educated gentlemen of his acquaintance. But he had to travel over 120 years into the future to discover how little he knew about the woman sharing his life.

Once again, the amazing Bennet Wardrobe proved to be the schoolmaster. Tom Bennet’s lesson? Mrs Bennet had been formed especially for him. Yet, it would be the good lady herself who taught him the power of the Fifth and Sixth Loves: Redemption and Forgiveness.

Fanny Bennet also would uncover deep wells of courage and inspiration as she stood by her man’s side in the bleak years after World War II. Together they would lead their descendants in pursuit of the beast who had wronged every member of the Five Families.


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Review of “The Avenger”

The Wardrobe has once again a lesson to teach to a Bennet. This time the Master of Longbourn is the one who needs to learn something. But as seen in earlier works, the wardrobe has a nasty sense of humour, as Lydia so nicely coined the phrase.

The book starts out at the very end of 1945, where we meet ‘Rose’ who is the captive of a group of the last and most fanatical SS-officers. This leads to a plot on the Fitzwilliam family, not only in Scotland but also at the Beach House in Deauville. From here we as readers are transported back to the early autumn of 1814 in Hertfordshire where Mr and Mrs Bennet are starting over in their marriage when Mr Bennet gets the idea of travelling to see Lady Kate.

Only when they arrive, they arrive in a time and place, where WWII has only just finished, and their beloved fourth daughter has gone with Death as an old friend, into the next great adventure after her final meeting with an old enemy. This puts Mr and Mrs Bennet on a new course, where Mr Bennet not only learns the two most profound powers of; forgiveness and love, and but he also intends to avenge his ‘Kitty-cat.’

Did I hold my breath several times, during this book? The answer is; YES! Did I nearly bite off my nails in pure agony of the ending? Emphatically yes! Am I already waiting impatiently for the next book? YES! And most importantly, did I love this book? Well… I am sure the answer is quite easy to guess.

The Bennet Wardrobe series stands alone

The Avenger takes us on a new journey through The Bennet Wardrobe – an alternate universe rising from Don Jacobson’s vivid imagination and based upon the immortal Pride and Prejudice. The Avenger is another important step leading to the culmination of this enchanting trip: one that has drawn us into its reality to travel side-by-side with richly sketched characters. Each book has left us wanting more.

The Bennet Wardrobe series stands alone as a unique result of originality focused on beloved characters as they move—and grow—through surprising plotlines.

Lory Lilian, author of Rainy Days


Author Bio:

Don Jacobson has written professionally for forty years.  His output has ranged from news and features to advertising, television and radio.  His work has been nominated for Emmys and other awards.  He has previously published five books, all non-fiction.  In 2016, he published the first volume of The Bennet Wardrobe SeriesThe Keeper: Mary Bennet’s Extraordinary Journey, novel that grew from two earlier novellas. The Exile is the second volume of The Bennet Wardrobe Series.  Other JAFF P&P Variations include the paired books “Of Fortune’s Reversal” and “The Maid and The Footman.”

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 Jacobson holds an advanced degree in History with a specialty in American Foreign Relations.  As a college instructor, Don teaches United States History, World History, the History of Western Civilization and Research Writing.

He is a member of JASNA-Puget Sound.  Likewise, Don is a member of the Austen Authors collective (see the internet, Facebook and Twitter).

He lives in the Seattle, WA area with his wife and co-author, Pam, a woman Ms. Austen would have been hard-pressed to categorize, and their rather assertive four-and-twenty-pound cat, Bear.  Besides thoroughly immersing himself in the JAFF world, Don also enjoys cooking; dining out, fine wine and well-aged scotch whiskey.

His other passion is cycling.  Most days from April through October will find him “putting in the miles” around the Seattle area (yes there are hills).  He has ridden several “centuries” (100-mile days).  Don is especially proud that he successfully completed the AIDS Ride—Midwest (500 miles from Minneapolis to Chicago) and the Make-A-Wish Miracle Ride (300 miles from Traverse City, MI to Brooklyn, MI).

 Contact Possibilities;

You as a reader can contact Don via these contact possibilities;

Don Jacobson’s Amazon Author’s Page

Goodreads Author’s Page (with blog)

Author Website (with blog)

Twitter  (@AustenesqueAuth)

Buy Info:

Don will get a buy link to you right after Christmas. The book is supposed to release on Christmas Day.

Pre-order Link:

Pre-order will be over by the time the blog tour starts. If you should want to promote it on Facebook or other social media, the link is below.

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And now, the Giveaway! Which you have all been impatiently waiting for, so without further procrastination, I give you;


Don is giving away 4 eBooks of The Avenger: Thomas Bennet and a Father’s Lament

Use the link below to link to rafflecopter on website.

The Jane Austen Festival 2018

Another September is drawing to a close, and that means that the annually Jane Austen Festival in Bath has ended, yet again, and except with some rainy weather, it was another amazing visit to my favourite British city.

The visit started with a visit to Jane Austen’s house, 4 Sydney Place, where Christin and I took several pictures where I couldn’t keep my face straight from being so happy and pleased to be back with my regency sister in lovely Bath, a quick visit to the shops to get food and then off to meet with Elaine who arrived alongside of Emma and Gary.

After food and talk, we took a late night walk through the Gravel Walk, where I clearly could imagine lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows of the trees. My thoughts did wonder to the man of my own affections, at that point 😉😍

The next day started, with breakfast and dressing up in all our regency finery, for a day in the city, when we came outside it was raining quite a bit, so our first stop had to be a shop where umbrellas was sold, afterwards we made our way to Bath Abbey, where we, finally, met up with our dear friend Emma and her boyfriend, who we have heard so much about, Gary. We where photographed quite a bit in the Abbey, since we were dressed up as ladies of 1818, instead of women of the 21st century, which was another point which made us laugh quite heartily.

The next stop the five of us made was to The Jane Austen Centre near Queen Square, where we were greeted by one of Bath’s most well-known men, “Mr. Bennet” or Martin as we all know him as. Then up the rickety stairs to the tearoom where we got the full treat of “Tea with Mr Darcy” which included finger sandwiches, scones, and dainty small cakes and the Jane Austen blend tea, to which followed the exchange of birthday gifts to Emma, since I had received mine the evening before. It was wonderful to have a true and full afternoon tea with my dearest friends.

Then we made our way to the historical Assembly Rooms, where we had practice for the same evening’s Assembly Ball. It was so good to see so many familiar faces, and a few new ones as well. The dances was familiar when they caught up with you, and relearned with our hostess and caller for the evening. It’s not so weird that several of us have memories of being berated for laughing too much or not having our attention on the dances. After practice my friends and I returned to our small if cosy apartment just off of Pultney Bridge at Argyll Street, which couldn’t have been more central, we were 3 minutes away from Bath Abbey and 10 from the Assembly Rooms, so near perfect. Though one day, I want to try and stay at Bath Boutique Apartments or other spectacular places in Bath.

Though we got ready, for the ball, and the rain continued to fall, we called a carriage to take us to the ball. The Assembly Rooms was dressed and was looking wonderful, it was lit with lots of lights and the dinner rooms was ready to have the guests sitting for dinner. After greeting old friends, and catching up, the dancing commence. We danced and danced for two hours, until dinner was ready.

Dinner came and went, and after more talk, with new friends who was from Paris and we spoke of French Art, French Literature and Monet’s House in Gieverny. I love to hear French spoken correctly, especially by French.

The dancing recommenced and with lots of laughing and silliness we all danced all the night, until midnight. We took pictures, talked and laughed with our friends and acquaintances through the evening. Then sadly the ball ended, and it was a wonderful evening, with talk, flirting and lots of dancing. My friends and I returned to our apartment, where the talk continued until the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday morning dawned and surprise, it rained! Therefore my friends and I ended up in civil clothes, which was good since it was only 8 degrees. We had breakfast in the beautiful Pump Rooms, where talk ensued between the five of us; Gary, Emma, Elaine, Christin and I. Though I did regret that I hadn’t dressed up in regency for the mini promenade. But all in all, it was a lovely weekend. We walked along with the mini promenade, where the sun appeared, finally, and Christin and I got some amazingly funny pictures.

The weekend ended in London, with the flight leaving LHR towards Copenhagen. I cannot wait to go back, soon, 2019, already being planned 😉

The Autumn & Summer Gone

Hi Guys! Sorry I have been absent so long! Life happened sadly, but now I’m back!

Well, yet again the calendar states that it’s September and that means One thing and only 1 thing, namely; The Jane Austen Festival in Bath! And I’m going again for a few days to have fun with good friends who I have now known for 3, 4 and 5 years respectively. We are to attend the dance practice for the Farthingales Ball and Supper on Saturday afternoon, hopefully a visit to Prior Park, or so I hope if the weather will cooperate this year, the ball itself and the mini promenade on Sunday.

It has been a long summer this year, with university and practical training, and yet a fantastic tour back to the States and Bahamas.

August was in the sign of holidays, Florida/Fort Lauderdale where I haven’t been since I was a lass of 2 years of age. Bahamas was amazing, imagine crystal blue water, miles of white sandy beaches, green palm trees and cold drinks and leap of luxury at Grand Baha Hyatt Hotel outside of Nassau.

Bahamas is mostly known for its cigars, violent weather conditions during the autumn and winter season and tourism. Though for my visit, the whole point of the 9 day stay was to relax, swim, explore and just have fun. It’s not every girl who can boast of having celebrated her 25th birthday on a tropical island.

My twenty-fifth birthday started with waffles and fruit for breakfast and my sisters birthday gift for me; in form of a Rainbow necklace and the sweetest letter imaginable. When our waiter discovered it was my birthday, I was given a very fine dessert of chocolate ice cream with the proclamation; Happy Birthday from the kitchen staff.

The rest of the day was spent on the beach, with getting a golden tan and of course a lengthy long promised phone call from my boyfriend, who was out on assignment himself in the Baltic Sea. The family then treated me to drinks in the pool bar, during the afternoon and then dinner where I was gifted with a fancy new hair slide from the pets, a book of the most romantic poems in history; Shakespeare, Keats, Tennyson to mention a few and the most surprising gift from my parents was a white-gold ring with an emerald.

After 9 gloriously sunny days, the trip took the family and myself back to Fort Lauderdale and Fort Meyers, which is quite near the Mexican Gulf, where there was red tide which meant we couldn’t bathe in the sea. But we had rented a very large and nice house, with pool and a somewhat smart system to lock and open the house. Fort Meyers also meant a trip to Everglades National Park, to see gators and other wild life.

It was amazing to think that the last time I had been there, it was 1995 and I was being vastly unfair to my parents about driving so far, and my parents were therefore singing/humming the melody to Indiana Jones, which I do believe started my happiness with music. This time I was the one humming the melody to the music of John Williams from the Indiana Jones movies.

After 3 weeks of much needed holidays, I returned home to the news of a replaced practical placement in a kindergarten, which meant I could continue on with my class in December and only a week until the return of my boyfriend.

The reunion between my boyfriend Daniel and I were to say it in plain terms; passionate ❤️

Now, September means the Jane Austen Festival, for my fifth year in Bath. Amazing! Already 5 years! Be prepared for my blog about my weekend in Bath in 1818.

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Hej Guys!2nd year anniversary

I just noticed that I have now been running this blog for 2 years! Imagine that! I have already written so much about my passion for the Regency world, and I have met so many people, lovely authors and bloggers, who have written about Miss Austen’s beloved characters in their own setting, time and frame.
I just want to say thank you to everyone who has visited, commented, helped or just seen my blog, I am glad that I am able to entertain and hold your interest, with my travels, reviews and book tours that I have been part of, these last two years, it is a delight to find so many like-minded people around the Globe.

Here’s to many years of writing, reading and more friendships, and acquaintances to come.

Cheers, see you next time