Bøker av Valerie Lennox

When Mr. Collins arrives at Longbourn before the Meryton Assembly, his intentions towards Elizabeth Bennet are quite clear, and she wants nothing to do with marrying that odious man. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy is odious, too, of course. He's a haughty man who has insulted her pride, but he is fending off his own unwanted romantic attentions in the form of a very determined Miss Caroline Bingley. So, when he proposes a mutually beneficial arrangement between himself and Elizabeth--pretending to be engaged in order to chase off their disagreeable prospective partners--she agrees. As part of the arrangement, Mr. Darcy claims he'll help her find a real match and introduce her to a man who might truly align himself with someone of her status. When a man named Wickham arrives, claiming to be Mr. Darcy's dear boyhood friend, she finds him positively perfect, exactly the sort of man she would want to marry. But, of course, Mr. Wickham isn't at all what he seems. Dear reader, though this book has a number of light and amusing moments, the book also contains quite a bit of scandalous angst, disturbing revelations about characters' pasts, and Mr. Wickham being, well, himself. Also, yes, after our dear couple marries, there are on-page lovemaking scenes of the detailed variety. Please be forewarned before reading.

The secret baby JAFF you didn't know you wanted! The night of the Netherfield Ball, Fitzwilliam Darcy watches Elizabeth Bennet dance twice with Mr. William Collins and knows what the man intends. When Mr. Darcy's own dance with the lady in question goes disastrously, he despairs of ever wooing her from the man who duty demands she wed. He takes solace in absinthe, as one does. Elizabeth is not the least bit pleased at the prospect of marrying Mr. Collins and begins drinking heavily, too. When a very inebriated Mr. Darcy appears and takes her off to his room, she doesn't resist. She doesn't resist anything at all. Morning dawns, and all his drunken promises of marriage have evaporated. He doesn't remember bedding her. She has no choice but to marry Mr. Collins. Especially when she realizes that Mr. Darcy's seed has taken root in her, and she will now bear his child. Passing another man's child off as her husband's is an ignominious future Elizabeth had not wished for herself, but nothing matters now except survival. Hers and her unborn child's. It's only unfortunate, of course, that she's going to settle so near to Mr. Darcy's close relation Lady Catherine. Elizabeth would like nothing more than to never see Mr. Darcy again. But he will visit Rosings. He will see her. And he will see his son. Dear reader, this is a bit of angsty fluff that should hurt in all the best ways. Do watch out for a very dastardly Wickham, who is portrayed here as a clear predator and rapist-it's dark. Obviously, if Lizzy and Darcy are having a drunken interlude at Netherfield, I'm narrating every single scandalous second of it. Steam alert! You have been warned.

Mr. Darcy is the steward of a grand estate. Elizabeth Bennet is a lowly housemaid.It's P&P, but all the characters are servants below stairs All Elizabeth Bennet wants is to escape. The housemaid position in the refuge of Donwell Abbey seems to be the answer to all her prayers. She finds an immediate friend in fellow housemaid Jane Langley, and she respects the housekeeper, Mrs. Charlotte Lucas. Certainly, the steward, Mr. Darcy, is haughty and proper and thinks she's not handsome enough to tempt anyone, but he's easily avoided. Soon, however, Elizabeth must dodge the advances of the butler, Mr. Collins, who has determined making her his wife will greatly increase his happiness, and the jealousy of fellow housemaid Caroline Bingley. And if that weren't bad enough, a dark man from her past lurks outside on the grounds, ready to destroy her new life. Mr. Wickham knows all her secrets, and he can crush her if so decides. Dear reader, this variation places all the characters we know and love as servants in Donwell Abbey-yes, Mr. Knightley's Donwell Abbey. This timeline takes place after the events in Emma and features the happily married couple and a cantankerous Mr. Woodhouse. I wanted everyone to read it, so I did my very best to keep it clean. And I mostly succeeded (mostly, mostly, but you know me, so there are some innuendos...), however I could not help but write a bonus steamy wedding night scene at the very end of the book for my spice-loving JAFF aficionados! Enjoy!

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was in an awful carriage accident in the fall of 1811, and he never made it to see his friend Mr. Bingley's rented house in Hertfordshire. He was laid up all through the spring of the following year, and so it's not until August, as she's touring Pemberley with her aunt and uncle, that Mr. Darcy first sets eyes on Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He's sopping wet from a dip in the lake, and he should be mortified, but she manages to ease a dreadful pain in his hand-a malady that lingers from the carriage accident. Her fingers on his wet palm are some kind of sorcery, and she's beautiful and witty, and he begins to feel his danger immediately. But then she is called home on urgent family business, and it's some time until Mr. Darcy sees her again. When he does, he's half-mad in his desire to be close to her. There is no barrier that will stop him-not her lack of connections, not her disgraced family owing to her sister Lydia's indiscretion, not even propriety itself. Elizabeth Bennet has bewitched him, body and soul, and he must have her near him. Dear reader, this is a book you get when you cross the Colin Firth lake scene with the Matthew McFayden hand flex, toss in a bit of homage to The Crucible, and then somehow get buried in spicy scenes, including, er, a bit of size kink. Adventurous readers only, I'm afraid. You have been warned.

Elizabeth Bennet has trained for years with her father to extract magic from poetry. It is painstaking and difficult work, fraught with elation and emotion. They send magic wands full of extracted power to the crown to be used in the war on the continent. When Fitzwilliam Darcy arrives-himself an accomplished magic extractor-he doesn't like Miss Elizabeth. Too improper, not remotely feminine, nothing to match his exacting standards. And his standards must be exacting. He is a half fae prince. His father is the King of the Summer Court. But years ago, the Gates to the land of Faerie close, and poetry is the only path to magic now. Mr. Darcy grudgingly acknowledges Elizabeth is good at extraction. He respects her for that, anyway. The pair work well together. They fill wands, but they vex each other. They claim to dislike the other, but their work brings them closer and closer. When they open the Gate to Faerie, they must work together. They are now England's best and only hope for a magical treaty that could defeat Napoleon once and for all. Dear reader, this book is my love letter to fellow former English majors everywhere. Expect lots of very nerdy rumination over the meaning of all sorts of British poets (John Donne! William Blake! Andrew Marvell!) and a very special guest cameo from the original bad boy himself, Lord Byron. Plus magic, magic, lots of fae magic, a healthy dollop of dark academia atmosphere, Charlotte plus Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Mr. Darcy's hands inside Elizabeth's stays.

She gaped at him. "Are you provoking me on purpose, Mr. Darcy?"Mr. Darcy gazed at her with a transfixed expression on his face. "Are you... provoked, Miss Bennet?""Do you enjoy provoking me?" Her voice was rising."If I did," he whispered, "what would you do about that?" In this Regency England that never was, the worst thing for any woman is to present as an alpha. No man would want an alpha woman, after all, an abrasive, shrewish, loud, demanding sort of woman, a woman who knows her own mind. A woman like Elizabeth Bennet, who must hide her designation from the world, even as her elder sister Jane, an omega, is sought after by the eligible alpha gentlemen who have alighted on this assembly at Meryton. Except one of them, the haughty and dismissive Fitzwilliam Darcy? Elizabeth scents him. He's not an alpha at all. He's pretending to be one, hiding his true designation because it's shameful for men to present the way he has. Mr. Darcy is an omega. Now, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are on a collision course for each other, sure to meet in sparks and heat and passion. Dear reader, this book is probably the filthiest JAFF you've ever read and yet simultaneously the most tame omegaverse in history. In other words-it's all relative. See author's note in book for further content advisories.

When Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy barges half-dressed into the room where Miss Elizabeth Bennet is staying at Netherfield, apparently on the run from Miss Caroline Bingley's attempt to engineer a compromise and trap him in a marriage, he claims to have compromised Elizabeth instead. Elizabeth is not pleased at this turn of events, considering that Mr. Darcy is the most arrogant and altogether worst man she has ever met. She's particularly displeased at having her choices taken away and being obliged to become this man's wife. Mr. Darcy's ardent admiration of her is some consolation, however, and there is something to be said for the way he seems to be able to reduce her shivers with a look. They have a connection, something powerful, physical, and undeniable. If only Miss Bingley weren't determined to work her revenge on the newlyweds, and if only Mr. Darcy's past with a certain Mr. Wickham weren't lurking in the shadows, ready to rear its ugly head. Dear reader, this is a quintessential Valerie Lennox JAFF-winking irreverence, a dollop of angst, and enough steam to choke on. It returns to some of my favorite tropes and situations (forced marriage, a scheming Caroline, a darker Mr. Darcy) and gives them a little bit of a different spin. I sincerely hope you enjoy!