The theme this week: One Sexy Night
"Have you ever heard of a moment in time, day or night, that changes everything? That one sexy night can right all life’s wrongs, make the old new again and help our characters find the love of their lives. For this week’s theme, we are making that special moment happen during the night time. One sexy night that will have our characters wanting a lifetime of special moments with that extraordinary someone. It is during that time when sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, we realize the life we knew before that moment no longer exists. We can no longer look at things the same way as before."
Hence, today I am sharing one of my favourite scenes from Pulse and Prejudice, the paranormal adaptation of the Austen classic which tells Mr. Darcy's story as a vampire. (Next week's theme is "My Sexy Addiction," so I'll have to come back with another excerpt from Pulse and Prejudice since Mr. Darcy struggles with his attraction to Miss Elizabeth Bennet as being love or blood lust!)
As this is an adaptation, my novel follows the plot of Jane Austen's classic romance but primarily from Darcy's point of view as if Miss Austen had always conceived his character as a vampire.
I do, however, have to add a few scenes from Elizabeth's point of view because for some reason Miss Austen never had Elizabeth learn his dark secret, and this is one of those scenes!
In this excerpt, Elizabeth has become lost in the hedge maze on the grounds of Pemberley, and she begins to wonder if it was such a good idea to visit the home of a vampire...
Cursing her own temerity, Elizabeth walked faster, to meet or to evade her destiny all the sooner, each corner taking her either to her escape or deeper into the cage. Heady and anxious, the hedges seemed to grow over her, consuming her. The moon momentarily obscured by clouds, darkness descended upon her. Her pulse throbbed wildly in her neck. She walked into a hedge then turned around violently and fell against Mr. Darcy with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, her clenched fists against his chest. He rested his hands on her shoulders, and the clouds drifted away, allowing the moon to illuminate him before her. She stared into his face, his eyes as black as midnight on a moonless night, and held her breath.
“Elizabeth,” she heard him say, but he could not have because his lips did not move. He leaned in towards her face, his mouth hovering over her own, and she thought he intended to kiss her. They stood thusly through several rapid beats of her heart.
Pulling her ever so closer, he lowered his head, his lips grazing the soft skin by her ear as he whispered, “Are you afraid of me now?”
Releasing a serrated breath, she said, “Should I be?”
Mr. Darcy took a step back, sliding his hands down her arms until he