Book Tour: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth Book 2: The Confession of Mr #Darcy, #Vampire! #Giveaways #Sales

Greetings, dear readers!
I decided that, as I am having a blog tour for Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, and I also happen to have a blog, I might as well participate as well!  Not only are there GIVEAWAYS, but also the eBook version of Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire, is on sale for 40% off throughout October! (That's only $2.99 US!)  The print version will be available by the end of the month.
PLUS - Book 1: Pulse and Prejudice is now available in paperback with a special introductory price of $13.50 - $4.50 off retail! It's available from Amazon, which is great if you have free shipping, or through Southern Girl Press for a dollar less, but then you pay for the shipping.
So, without further ado, here is the blog tour post; HOWEVER, I have a special excerpt for you!

Enjoy~

Colette

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth

Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire

Colette L. Saucier

Genre:  Historical paranormal romance

Publisher: Southern Girl Press

Date of Publication: eBook August 8, 2016;

Date of Publication: print October, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-9969974-0-9

ISBN: 978-0-9863718-8-2

ASIN:  B01K3DP652

Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique

Book Description:

The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy - elegant, dark, brooding...vampire. In Pulse and Prejudice, the definitive vampire adaptation of Jane Austen’s classic, the Master of Pemberley reveals his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and forbidden love.

His story continues in Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, the lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, as 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 apart?

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PULSE AND PREJUDICE

Note:  Pulse and Prejudice is not “fan fiction” but a complete stand-alone adaptation. No prior knowledge of Pride and Prejudice is required for full enjoyment of this remarkable novel.

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Excerpt from Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth:

In this scene, the newlyweds are settling into married life; and Elizabeth tries to make accommodations for Darcy's condition...

Elizabeth stood from the dining table and retrieved a bottle that had been secreted away in the cabinet of the sideboard. A lump formed in Darcy’s throat and a rock in his stomach as he watched his wife pour the dark red, viscous liquid into his wine glass.

“What is this?” he struggled to say.

She blinked back her confusion. “It is blood.”

“I know what it is,” his voice low and stern. “What are you doing with it?”

She still stood beside him, the amber coloured bottle in her hand until he wrenched it away from her and set it down on the table with a thud.

“I…I got it from Rivens.”

“Rivens. I knew he was hiding something.”

She sat back down and roused confidence to her voice. “Do not blame him. I asked him for it. I thought we could… dine together.”

Darcy resisted the urge to throw the glass across the room. He sat in silence for some time before he could master his emotions and comprehend that she had done this—all this—to please him, to make his situation more comfortable. She would not understand how the stark evidence of his condition sitting on the table before his wife filled him with disgust.

He hoped he could maintain civility in his tone. “Elizabeth, I understand that you intended no harm.” Still unable to face her, he saw the tension straighten her posture in his peripheral vision. “However, I do not want you to be involved in this part of my–” When he could find no appropriate word, he settled on “–life.”

“Involved!” Elizabeth’s voice rang with anger. “Am I not already involved?” She removed the fichu from her gown, thus exposing the tiny marks he had left on her neck, and forced his attention. “What is this then?”

He met her glare. “That is not the same. That has nothing to do with what I must take for sustenance!” He would kill Rivens if he could.

“Would it be preferable if that were my own blood in the glass?”

Darcy winced and turned away, suppressing the hunger that the very thought aroused within him and fearful he might not be capable of disguising it if he answered.

She sighed and took his hand again. “William, I am your wife; and as your wife, I intend to be involved in every part of your life.”

He stared at her several moments before nodding slightly. She smiled and appeared satisfied as she served food onto her plate. Possibly sensible of his discomfort, she attended her dinner most assiduously and paid no attention when he brought the glass of blood to his lips. He did not drink it down all at once as he was wont to do, averse to her thinking his hunger controlled him.

Elizabeth talked about different household matters, discussions she had had with the housekeeper Mrs. Reynolds that morning, and his wife’s natural affability—in concert with the effects of the blood—relaxed him sufficiently that he finished the contents of the glass in her presence; and he began to accept the soundness of her efforts. He offered her a smile, which she returned, his distress replaced with bliss.

“All right, Mrs. Darcy. This round to you. I will confess to this being the most pleasant meal I have had in some time.”

She laughed. “You make it sound as if we are at odds!”

“Perhaps had I not been taken by surprise. Forewarned is forearmed! Do you have any other changes in store for me?”

“I did want to discuss something with you.” She took a sip of wine, and then another, before continuing. “It is about the staff.”

“As you say, you are now mistress of Pemberley. If you are unhappy with any of the servants, then dismiss them. You need only discuss it with Mrs. Reynolds.”

“No, I am not unhappy with anyone.”

“I fear I do not understand. What is it about the staff?”

“You once told me that there were others…such as yourself…in Northern England. I thought perhaps we might hire some servants from amongst them.”

Darcy pushed back from the table, as if he could distance himself from the unsavoury topic. “No! What do you mean? Why would you suggest such a thing?”

“Pray hear me out. Think of the charade you perform for the footmen with meals. If our footmen were like you—”

Darcy shook his head. “No.”

“—you would not have to pretend. And think of your odd sleep habits.”

“No.”

“Would it not be preferable to have a staff to serve your needs rather than you having to take such effort in concealing—”

“No!” he yelled and slammed his palm against the table, causing the silverware and Elizabeth to jump. “You go too far, madam! I will not have a household full of revenants! The subject is closed!”

She turned her eyes downward to her plate and then her lap. She raised her napkin to her lips before tossing it on the table. “Pray excuse me,” she said tersely as she stood from the table. “I have lost my appetite.”

Darcy remained seated as he listened to her exit. Too angry to follow, he emptied the contents of the bottle into his wineglass and drank it all at once; then he resisted the urge no longer and flung the glass into the fireplace.

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