Friday, October 25, 2019

Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire - Books I and II by Colette L. Saucier

Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire
I and II
Colette L. Saucier
Paranormal Regency Romance 

THE FIRST TIME EVER: The definitive vampire adaptation of Pride and
Prejudice and its sultry sequel in one volume!

1 and 2 of the award-winning, international bestselling Confession of
Mr. Darcy, Vampire, re-released in this special edition only on eBook
for a limited time at an incredible price.

I: Pulse and Prejudice

Magazine selection "A Most Inventive Adaptation" (April,
"Readers' Choice, Top 5 Books of the Year" (2012)
Place Winner in Category, 2013 Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction
Fitzwilliam Darcy - elegant, dark, brooding...vampire. The Master of
Pemberley tells his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and
forbidden love.

cannot express enough how skeptical I was upon starting this book.
Pride & Prejudice with a touch of vampires was enough to send me
into fits of eye rolls. But, within only the first chapter, I found
myself strangely drawn to the story. The vampire Darcy weaves his
spell quickly." - Austenprose


Elizabeth could not help but be diverted by her companion’s silence, as he had been relatively talkative during the last few evenings. She thought it unlikely he could be embarrassed by their awkward encounter the night before. She wondered that he might have been offended by her comments concerning his defects of character, although he had not seemed so at the time. That she may have the power to offend him diverted her; and in the midst of these musings, her attention turned away from her embroidery to him. In her distraction, she inadvertently scraped the point of her needle across the tip of the middle finger of her left hand.

She cried out mildly and raised her hand to examine the cut. Startling her, Darcy immediately stood before her, gripping her hand in his. “Miss Bennet, you are hurt!” he exclaimed.

Amused by his sudden and dramatic concern, she laughingly said, “It is merely a flesh wound, I assure you, Mr. Darcy. Pray do not concern yourself.” Her amusement gave way to distress, however, as his attention remained focused on the dark, red blood that emerged from the shallow cut. “Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth cried, attempting to wrench her hand from his grasp. “Mr. Darcy! Release my hand!”

Darcy peered into her wide, dark eyes, which showed more surprise than horror. Holding them in his stare, he crouched beside her. Her hand captive in his left, he pressed lightly on her temple with the fingertips of his right while penetrating her with his gaze until she relaxed against the back of her chair, her eyes at half-mast. He traced gentle fingers down her cheek and across her jaw then took her hand in both of his and brought it to his mouth.

She was correct; the cut was not deep, but what little blood touched his tongue caused him to tremble in delight and desire. The few drops from her, so deliciously warm and sweet, only increased his hunger. He held his hand upon her neck and felt her pulse until it echoed in his head. He could have her, here and now, he thought. The hand on her neck slid to her nape, baring her throat enticingly to him. He lowered his face to her—the aroma of blood coursing below her skin prickled his senses, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against her pulse, its rhythm beating upon his lips. He remained thus, embracing her warmth, desperate for more, until he could muster the strength to pull away from her. He had to believe there existed enough of Darcy the man to prevent him from such a despicable act. He stood and caressed her cheek before allowing himself a final kiss upon her forehead.

Darcy returned to his seat and turned his attention to his book. In a moment, Elizabeth stirred and realized she must have dozed off. She glanced at Darcy, but he had not seemed to notice. She smiled as she thought how they had managed to spend half an hour alone together without even speaking.

II: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth
this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the
newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to
the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans. As Elizabeth discovers the
trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe
that she loves him as he is? Or will his jealousy tear them

is the sequel to Pulse and Prejudice; however, as it is not an Austen
adaptation, the reader will find it darker, bloodier, and more
provocative than Book 1.

taking the plunge into this dark and haunting world, I am bloody
thrilled to say that I just loved this sequel! The story examines the
beauties and frailties of Darcy and Elizabeth's love and devotion to
each other while folding it into a world filled with gothic danger.
It is action-packed and left me turning pages rather quickly, while
at the same time being filled with well-developed characters whose
inner turmoils make the reader empathize with each of their own
Pepe, Just Jane 1813


Crimson drops fell onto the white snow, staining it pink.

Darcy had not intended this—to drink from his wife—when he claimed his prize of a kiss after catching her as they raced through the hedge maze at Pemberley. Elizabeth had actually done surprisingly well in evading him, considering his intuitive abilities; but, of course, he caught her—laughing in his arms, eyes ablaze, cheeks chafed from the cold.

“And now my prize!” As had so often occurred in the span of their brief marriage, his tender kiss escalated quickly into fervent ardour. The laughter then in her eyes, his wife had taken hold of the lapels of his greatcoat and, falling back onto the snow, pulled him down with her. As their kisses deepened, so, too, had his hunger and desire. He pulled off his gloves and trailed his cold fingers down her face. Untying her bonnet and unfastening her cape, he exposed her neck for his lips and his teeth.

She moaned softly as he drew the blood from her throat, sharing her warmth and her pulse, savouring the rich, metallic taste. He pulled back to watch her, only then noticing that a few precious drops of lifeblood had escaped his embrace and fallen onto the snow.

“William,” she whispered in a half-plea, her hand running down the front of his trousers to convey her intent.

He gazed into her eyes. “Should not we go in? Are not you cold?”

“Cover me to keep me warm.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth onto hers, sharing the taste of her blood as their tongues intertwined.

Darcy slid up her skirts and brought the hem to her knees. He reached his hand up between her cold thighs to the hot core that drew him in. She gasped against his mouth as he touched her there, but he wasted little time in freeing himself from his trousers and thrusting deep within her.

Afterward he held her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he kissed her beatific face. His thoughts of his good fortune in finding and winning this woman were disrupted when he comprehended that, even in their current state of dishabille, she was stuffing snow down his back. He reacted dramatically, rolling up to shake out the snow; and Elizabeth availed of his distraction to make her escape.

“Madam, you use your wiles and allures to seduce me and gain an advantage!”

As she stood up, though, she stumbled and fell forward onto the soft snow, thus providing her husband the opportunity to reciprocate by putting snow down her gown and eliciting her squeals.

“I surrender!” She laughed, trying to dislodge the snow from her back. “You have bested me once again, Mr. Darcy.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “Perhaps we should consider it a draw.”

They walked from the hedges to the house with an appropriate space between them for the benefit of the servants’ sizing eyes to temper any gossip about the master and his bride, though Darcy wondered if the household would be insensible to the affection he shared with his wife when he noted her swollen lips and the mirth in her eyes. Indeed, he doubted his countenance could conceal his own jubilance. The staff of Pemberley could not but be affected by their master’s joy, which proved contagious. He could see his own easy smiles reflected in their faces.

Darcy felt he had undergone a metamorphosis of sorts, a second transformation to reverse the pain and shame of the first. After years of self-loathing, disgust for the beast he had become, the indignity of even pronouncing the word, he had found someone who not only accepted his dark nature but embraced it—welcomed it, reveled in it!—gaining from it a satisfaction to match his own.

Naturally, no one could possibly have imagined the secret of their marriage bed; but anyone seeing him standing a bit taller, walking with a self-assurance heretofore unknown, could not doubt that marriage agreed with him.

Fitzwilliam Darcy, vampire, was happy.

L. Saucier is a bestselling and award-winning author in a variety of
genres under multiple pseudonyms. Her novel Pulse and Prejudice, Book
I: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire; the highly-acclaimed
paranormal adaptation of the Jane Austen classic, was the 2013
Chatelaine Awards 1st Place Winner in Category, Romantic Fiction.
Elle Magazine named Pulse and Prejudice a "Most Inventive
Adaptation" of Pride & Prejudice in their April 2016
edition. It was also selected the 2013 1st Place Winner in Category:
Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction.

abridged version of The Proud and the Prejudiced: A Modern Twist on
Pride and Prejudice was selected a 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel
Semi-finalist and Austensque Reviews’ Favorite Modern Adaptation
under the title All My Tomorrows.

latest release is the controversial erotic noir suspense, The Widow.
She will be releasing Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, Book II: The
Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire in eBook August, 2016, and print in

writer, world-traveler, empty-nester, and a literature, history, wine
& cheese lover; Colette lives in Southeast Louisiana with her
historian husband and their dogs.

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