A Good Memory is Unpardonable: New Book Excerpt

I suppose this post accidentally goes along with our June theme of Blossoming Love, because… well, that’s what’s happening. Oh, and there are flowers on the cover.

So, I was in the throes of another project, one that I’ve been super excited about for a few months, and I wasn’t quite ready to share. However, just as it always does, the dreaded “50-75% slump” hit, and I really needed something fresh to work on for a little while.  I’m not sure why, but starting another story when one hits a snag has always helped me, so I went with it. Here is the result.


Sometimes the facts matter less than the truth

On their twentieth anniversary of wedded bliss, Elizabeth Darcy persuades her husband to do something entirely out of character. They will each turn to their private journals, then compile their love story to share with the world.

What Fitzwilliam Darcy presumes for a simple recitation of history becomes something completely different when he opens the box of his treasured feelings. Peek over his shoulder as he explores his deepest secrets: from the first day he met his future, as she was marrying another man, to the moment when he finally won her heart.

Strangely enough, however, Elizabeth remembers their story… a little differently. Clever, light-hearted, and saucy as ever, she sets the facts straight and keeps her love on his toes as she tells how she fell for the proud gentleman from Derbyshire.

Who is telling the story as it really happened? Probably neither one, but there is one thing they both agree on: Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.


Yes, it’s a memoir! And to be quite honest, Darcy and Elizabeth don’t have the same memories about every detail.

Unpardonable is just shy of 24,000 words, so it’s slightly longer than my other novellas, but it’s still a satisfying, complete romance that you can enjoy in less than two hours. The story is also a variation in the traditional sense, in that there are some tweaks to the main story line that create different outcomes. In this case, Elizabeth starts out the story as (eek) a widow! And the identity of the man she married? Why, Charles Bingley’s older brother, who barely got to know her before I had to kill him off.

Darcy was naturally his pre-Disastrous-Hunsford-Proposal Self, and Elizabeth was as tart and stubborn as ever. They made me laugh quite a bit, and I hope they do the same for you. I’ll share an excerpt below for your reading pleasure. I had intended to share the first chapter, but this one probably fits the month’s theme better. Enjoy!


A Good Memory is Unpardonable

Chapter Four Excerpt

The way Elizabeth usually tells it, I was only lured to Hertfordshire by means of duress. She has probably written something about a wager in which she pitted her wit against my pride and felt assured of the victory. Nothing could be further from the truth. I do not doubt that she expected to foist one of her sisters off on me. She claims she was nearly successful, but I was never in any danger of falling for one of the Bennet sisters.

The simple reason is that the sister I learned to prefer was no longer a Bennet.

But there, I am getting ahead of myself. Charles—I shall hereafter call him Bingley, for the family name was now his by right—had little experience of the world beyond Eton and Cambridge. Barely graduated, he had expected a Grand Tour and a few years of leisure before assuming any sort of responsibility. I had once counseled Andrew not to keep his illness from his younger brother, but it was his judgment that sorrow deferred was sorrow foreshortened. And so, Bingley had but two months of intelligence before he had to bury his brother and head the household.

When I arrived in Hertfordshire, I expected disorder and confusion. I was disappointed.

It was Elizabeth—ahem, Mrs. Bingley, as we were not yet on intimate terms—it was she who saw that I was received properly since Bingley was riding the perimeter of his new estate at the moment. And when I say “received properly,” I do not mean that she arrayed the servants and set out a formal tea service. I mean that she hushed everyone up and hastened me upstairs to refresh myself in peace before Miss Bingley learned of my arrival. This gesture alone fixed her firmly in my mind as a kindred spirit.

I later discovered that she had gained her wisdom in managing discreetly by surviving nineteen years with her mother. To this day, I am in awe of that feat, for my first meeting with Mrs. Bennet nearly sent me speeding back to London.

I had not completed my bow to her before she laid claim to me for her daughters. A local Assembly was in the offing, and we were all expected to attend. Even Elizabeth, a widow in half-mourning, would make her appearance to sit on the edge of the room with the other matrons. As a bachelor, I was assured that my company in the neighborhood would be most joyously received, but not until I had promised a dance to each of the Bennet sisters—and Miss Bingley. With half my evening thus spoken for, and Bingley’s as well, I expect Mrs. Bennet felt herself quite at an advantage of her neighbors.

One thing was certain. Elizabeth was correct in declaring her sisters beautiful. What she failed to inform me of was that each one possessed some fatal shortcoming.

Jane, the eldest, seemed the most likely to catch a man’s interest. Firstly, there was her age, for she was two and twenty, ripe yet fresh, and full of the sort of mature sweetness one might hope to find in a prospective wife. And she did possess rather remarkable looks—golden hair and eyes so blue they were nearly violet. I confess, I did look at her two or three times, but I found her rather bland and empty-headed. Not that she lacked intelligence; she simply lacked the passion to spark her interest in anything.

I could never declare this to Elizabeth, for it became obvious at once that of all her sisters, Jane was her favorite. However, I no longer wondered why Andrew had chosen to break with convention and marry the second sister.

After Jane came Mary, and her beauty was understated, but still evident if one could entice her to look up from her book. I shall end my observations there because someday Elizabeth will read this, and I dare not describe my impressions of her sister’s musical talent.

Catherine was next, and there I drew the line, for she was the same age as my “baby” sister Georgiana. And though she brushed it off with inelegant carelessness, it was all too soon apparent that she was far less sure of herself and even more willing to follow bad advice than my sister had ever been… a staggering accomplishment.

Then there was Lydia.

I shall say no more.

The only person who truly intrigued me from Longbourn was Mr. Bennet. He sat in near silence, his forehead frequently resting on his index finger as he watched the various performances of his women folk. He seldom looked Elizabeth’s way, but he nearly always found it necessary to remove some dust from his eye when he did.

He was an older man, probably double his wife’s years, and he had the stooped posture of one who read more than he walked. Very well, I could speak equitably with a learned man. But there was a dry sort of bitterness in his words that I could not like. He reminded me of one of my masters at Eton—a man of brilliant mind and nearly limitless abilities, but a series of misfortunes and disappointments had made him a scant shell of a human who resorted to mocking others for his own amusement.

That was my first impression of Elizabeth’s family, and it did not leave a pleasant flavor.

“Well, Mr. Darcy,” she challenged me later over a rather stimulating game of chess, “which is it to be? My suggestion would be Jane, for she is ten times prettier than any of the rest of us, but you are quite free to choose for yourself.”

I feigned a frown and moved my rook and wondered what was wrong with Mrs. Bingley’s mirror. “You needn’t trouble yourself to push your sisters my way, as I am certain Mrs. Bennet will do the job creditably.”

She placed her knight and smiled brightly. “Which is why I must pretend to be cooperating with her. But am I in earnest, or am I merely sporting with you because I enjoy provoking you?”

“If I presume the former,” I replied evenly as I considered the board, “it would be no credit to you. If the latter…” I put my pawn in her way, drawing a knowing smile… “it would be no credit to myself.”

“Come, Darcy, do you two mean to play all night?” Bingley protested from his stance by the hearth. “I never understood why people enjoy that tiresome game.”

“Mr. Darcy was a champion at Cambridge,” Miss Bingley informed him archly. “You ought to try it, Charles, for I always say the mark of a true gentleman is in his pursuits.”

Elizabeth’s mouth twitched as she claimed my pawn. “Is that true, Mr. Darcy?”

“Is what true? That I was captain of the Chess Club, or that it is the pursuit of a gentleman?”

“The latter, for you would have denied the former out of hand if it were an exaggeration.”

“Then I shall deny the latter.” I made my move and enjoyed to the fullest the expression of awe in her chocolate-colored eyes when she saw why I had sacrificed my pawn. “Any man can play a game. A gentleman makes an art of it.”

“It is only a pity there is no one available to match your skill, Mr. Darcy,” Miss Bingley interjected. I did not miss the pointed look that passed between the sisters by law, but Elizabeth, to her credit, smiled sweetly in the face of the other’s scorn.

“Indeed, it is a pity. I hope my humble abilities are sufficient to provide an hour or two of amusement, but I am under no illusions about my prowess.”

I captured her knight, and set it aside with care. “Consider me vastly amused, Mrs. Bingley.”

She pursed her lips and tilted her head. “That is all well and good, but you miss the entire reason I agreed to the match in the first place.”

“So you could make use of your captive audience to extol the fine qualities of your sisters?” I asked mildly.

“You know, Mr. Darcy, you are not half as thick as you look.”

“Oh, do not be fooled, madam. I am quite inflexibly thick when I set my mind to it.”

I think my favorite way of meditating on Elizabeth’s face is with that quirk to her brow—playful and clever or thoughtful and cool, that same look can convey a thousand moods. She favored me with it again, and that was the first time I felt my grip on my heart slipping.

“And what have you set your mind to at the moment, if I may ask?”

“I was thinking of asking one of them to play a game of chess.”

“Chess? Now there is a fine picture!” Miss Bingley snorted.

Dash it all, I had nearly forgot she was listening, and she looked none too pleased about my continued presence at the chess table while she waited on the sofa.

“Miss Kitty, or Miss Lydia, trying to hold two thoughts in their heads is quite outlandish enough, but to try to match you! Oh, no, Mr. Darcy, it would be humiliating to yourself, even if they do not share the capacity for shame.”

For the first time, I noticed that Elizabeth’s cheek was flinching. Her jaw was tight, her eyes hard, and her nostrils fluttering with anger. But she refused to allow Miss Bingley to goad her. I understood then that this must have been a regular thing between them, and to my dismay, Bingley scarcely noticed.

There was nothing to be done by me, however, save to play along with the innocent party. I folded my arms and returned a sage look for Miss Bingley’s acerbity. “As a matter of fact, I do have my opponent chosen, and I have no doubt it will prove interesting. I believe I will challenge Mr. Bennet.”

Elizabeth rewarded me with a grateful smile. I remember that most of all, above anything else that happened all that week. I had come to the house as a near stranger to her, and now, I had won a friend.

I had few true friends in life. Perhaps it was because I was so cautious in the choosing of my inner circles, and the loss of Andrew had been a devastating blow that Charles could never make up. His widow, however, was beginning to step slowly and inexorably into that wounded hole.

It was a pity I had to beat her at chess.

 


Well, does it sound like fun? The book launches on June 30, which, by strange coincidence, happens to be my 20th anniversary with my own personal romantic hero. Hurrah! I’m going to celebrate in a very Elizabeth Darcy fashion: meaning I won’t tell you all the best details. <3 <3 <3

Also, for the first time, I’ll be launching this book to a wide audience rather than exclusively on Amazon. You can find your favorite store by clicking here: https://books2read.com/unpardonable. If your preferred retailer is not showing up yet, check back soon!

Let me know what you think of the other venues!

Love,

Nicole

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    • Robin G. on June 10, 2021 at 12:27 am
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    Looks fun! Thanks for sharing and good luck on this latest release.

    1. Thank you, Robin!

    • denise on June 10, 2021 at 1:11 am
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    Happy Anniversary!

    1. Thank you!

    • Carie on June 10, 2021 at 1:46 am
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    Already has me giggling, can’t wait! :)… And Happy Anniversary!

    1. Ooh, goody! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you!

    • Ann Garland on June 10, 2021 at 3:04 am
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    Your new book sounds very interesting. I look forward to reading it.

    1. Thank you, Ann! Hope you enjoy it. 🥰

    • Sarah P on June 10, 2021 at 4:04 am
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    I love your Alix James stories. Great snippet of your latest offering, Elizabeth married to a Bingley, now that is certainly a new one on me. Can’t wait to see where you take us this time around.

    1. 😁 Let’s just say Charles makes a cute “older/younger brother”. Thank you, Sarah!

    • Glynis on June 10, 2021 at 5:57 am
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    I’m seriously beginning to wonder how Miss Bingley has survived this long! You would think the poison coming from her tongue would have finished her off by now! Darcy really needs to point out her character flaws to her clueless brother and tell him to deal with her!
    It seems Darcy has already made his choice from the Bennet (or ex Bennet) sisters 😉 I can’t wait for more and I hope you manage to fully enjoy your anniversary!

      • Nicole Clarkston on June 10, 2021 at 8:05 am
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      Gee, you’d think, right? All that toxicity has to go to the brain! And yes, I think Darcy made his choice pretty darn early, even if he wasn’t aware of it! ;-P

    • Sheila R Tumpach on June 10, 2021 at 11:49 am
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    I love it so much already!!! What a unique approach and your dialogue is fabulous. Count me in as soon as it’s published!!

    1. Why, thank you oodles, Sheila! Hope you enjoy it!

    • Mihaela on June 10, 2021 at 1:03 pm
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    I was to copy your “eek” – at Elizabeth being a widow – to Bingley’s brother (eek) which made her sister to Miss Bingley (double eek) – but it seemed that she forgot she was a widow, and frankly so did I!
    Only one to recall this details seemed to be Darcy ! (eek)

    😉

    I loved Darcy’s banter and his playfull and witty internal remarks!
    His portraying of the Bennets was hilarious!

    Happy anniversary in advance and happy launch!

    1. She’s not a very good widow, is she? 😂 Let the flirt-a-thon begin! I hope it’s a fun read for you, Mihaela!

  1. Oh, what a clever twist on both Elizabeth’s role (as Andrew Bingley’s widow) and the narrative approach. Dual retrospectives — what fun! Congrats, Nicole, on this upcoming release!

    1. Thank you Christina! It was a lot of fun to write. 🥰

  2. This is soooo good!

    Happy 20th anniversary! My husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary on the 2nd 🙂

    1. Wow, congratulations!!! Happy anniversary to you and your fella!

    • Lisa on June 11, 2021 at 2:15 pm
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    Oh, this is fun! Excited to read to whole story! Happy Anniversary!

    1. Thank you, Lisa!

  3. Love the excerpt, Nicole. Looking forward to the rest of the story. 🙂

  4. Love the excerpt, Nicole. Look forward to reading the rest of the story.

    1. Thank you, Gianna!

    • Gwyn on June 11, 2021 at 9:45 pm
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    Happy Anniversary to both of us. DH and I have our 23rd at the end of the month. I love this chapter and am eager for more!

    1. Thank you, and happy anniversary to you, too, Gwyn! Congratulations on 23 years!

    • Lois on June 12, 2021 at 3:19 am
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    I was hoping Elizabeth was going to win the chess match. Looking forward to the story.

    1. Hah! Well, given how much they go back and forth, I’m not entirely sure which one of them won that match. I guess the important thing is they both enjoyed it! 😂

    • Sheila L. Majczan on June 28, 2021 at 10:56 am
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    This story got a 5 star review from me. I recommend it.

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