Thursday, May 24, 2018

Blog tour: The Best Laid Flight Plans by Leigh Dreyer - giveaway!






I am thrilled today to be part of the blog tour for Leigh Dreyer's release, The Best Laid Flight Plans. Welcome to my blog, Leigh!











In this modern Pride and Prejudice variation, Captain William “Fitz” Darcy has just received a new assignment as an instructor pilot at Meryton Air Force Base. Soon he meets the intrepid 2nd Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet, a new student at the base that he cannot keep out of his head. Elizabeth, on the other hand, finds Captain Darcy to be arrogant and prideful and attempts to avoid him at every turn. Despite Darcy’s insulting manners, Elizabeth soars her way through pilot training, but can she soar her way into love as well?


Hello Readers!

During my blog tour, I’ve had a fantastic time talking about different aspects of my book and introducing myself. Something I love about Jane Austen’s collected works are how they feel so modern, despite being set two hundred years ago. I always feel like I am sitting in the dinner or dancing in the ball and feel like I can relate and empathize with Austen’s heroines—something that many modern novels fail to achieve. I love reading JAFF and learning more about the period and the history, but always appreciate how fresh the stories feel to me no matter how many times I have devoured them.

After following Laughing with Lizzie for several years now, I love her love for the Regency time period (her costumes and posts are always an inspiration to me while reading JAFF). I wanted to share how that inspiration translates into my novel. While The Best Laid Flight Plans is set in the modern era, it has many similarities with its Regency predecessor.

1.       Men and Women follow strict rules of conduct while in each other’s presence

Obviously, the millennium compared to the Regency is incredibly progressive about the view of women, what they can do and who they can do it with. I haven’t personally known anyone to walk through the park with a date and a chaperone. However, in the United States military there are still cultural codes of conduct that have been established. For example, an officer in a leadership over another should not be in a romantic relationship for risk of being accused of fraternization and sexual harassment. While men and women can fly and speak privately, unlike their Regency counterparts, the rules of fraternization make it things difficult for Captain Darcy and 2nd Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet.

2.       A Woman in a Man’s World

The Bennet sisters must marry well in order to secure their family’s place in society both socially and economically. Women during the Regency had very little power, except as a widow of a powerful man. Elizabeth flouts the conventions of the time by refusing not one, but two suitors who could provide for both herself and her family. In The Best Laid Flight Plans, Elizabeth Bennet is a female in pilot training who desires to fly fighter jets. Of the 62,112 women in the Air Force only 723 of them are pilots (about 1 percent of the women in the Air Force). Female pilots generally make up about 5 percent of the total pilots in the Air Force. In The Best Laid Flight Plans, Elizabeth must not only navigate a male dominated military, but she has to wade through the overconfident, proud opinions of Captain Darcy, who, like many men, underestimates a woman’s ability to become an excellent pilot.

Likewise, Lady Catherine, who is able to wield an impressive amount of power in Pride and Prejudice makes her appearance as a female senator. Catherine has moved forward with an advantageous marriage and an impressive amount of condescension to rise in the ranks and find herself in a position of power.

3.       Officers!

In America, a war was fought partially over the forced quartering of British soldiers as seen in Pride and Prejudice. America maintains more than 800 bases of various sizes around the world where soldiers (officers and enlisted alike) are housed, but their effect on the local economy is much the same. The influx of significant numbers of mostly single men with money burning holes in their pockets leads to an economy boost and the lending of significant amounts of money.

Encompassing the Regency time period, the Great French Wars lasted from 1792-1815, a period of 23 years. Likewise, America has been at war since 2001, a period of 17 years. The soldiers who have joined the military in both eras (voluntarily or through conscription) both have been at war likely their entire careers and for many of them, their countries have been actively involved in a war for their entire lives.

4.       “There were more Dancers than the Room could conveniently hold, which is enough to constitute a good Ball at any time.” –Jane Austen

Jane Austen’s novels contain multiple Balls as a setting for her heroines to move about their world. In The Best Laid Flight Plans, our heroes meet again at the Air Force Ball, the annual celebration of the air force’s birthday. While Jane Austen’s times had more rules for etiquette and dancing, but in modern balls like those in Austen’s day, “Man has the advantage of choice, woman only the power of refusal.” (Henry Tilney). The excerpt below is from the scene of the Air Force Ball. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Excerpt from Chapter Twelve of The Best Laid Flight Plans


The club was decorated with air force blue and silver fabric, flowers, and confetti, transforming the same room where Drop Night had been. Round tables of eight were arranged around a large wooden dance floor. A local deejay played easy jazz.

            Elizabeth swiftly ditched Collins at the reception line, while he toadied up to highranking officers, and strolled around the tables looking for the place card bearing her name. Luckily, Collins would be seated at the head table near the wing commander as his personal guest, so she would not have to worry about listening to his blather throughout the night. She grabbed a Manhattan from the bar and found her name next to Jane’s and Bingley’s. She glanced at the card on the other side of her plate and slumped. Captain William Darcy. Was there never a way to escape that man? Now she was to be subjected to his arrogant, know-it-all comments or his haughty silences. No. I will not let his disagreeableness affect my night. She was going to have a good time, regardless of the company. She looked again and noted that Caroline Bingley and her stares of displeasure would be seated at the other side of Darcy. Lovely.

            Elizabeth walked around the table reading the name cards to see who else would be there. A pestering voice in the back of her mind told her to look for Wickham, as she had secretly hoped to be entertained by his quick wit. On her tiptoes, she peeked over the centerpiece at the next table. A shadow passed over her and she found herself staring at a white shirt and blue jacket tailored tightly over a broad chest. She dropped to her heels and looked up to see William Darcy’s eyes boring down on her. His earthy cologne enveloped her, and she felt her blood pressure race next to his impressive physical presence.

            “Looking for someone?” Darcy’s quiet voice reverberated near Elizabeth’s ear.

            She shook herself out of her fog. He probably gets in my personal space to disconcert me—but she would not fall under his spell.

            “No, uh… Just admiring the general splendor.” She turned away and swallowed deeply from her glass, glimpsing Jane leading Bingley to the table. He carried their drinks behind her and seemed entranced by the cut of Jane’s dress and her exposed back. Jane smiled knowingly as Elizabeth pressed her lips together and widened her eyes in attempts to convey her irritation at the presence of Darcy.

            A bell rang and the emcee, a nervous major, clearly emceeing for the first time, called for everyone to be seated. The head table, including the guest speaker and an already wilting Mr. Collins, was herded into their seats by committee members. Five minutes later, following the national anthem, Caroline, wearing a vivid burnt orange cocktail dress, arrived and sat down next to Darcy. Her tardiness was noted by the surrounding tables and more than one eye roll was hidden behind programs.

            “Charles, you left me!”

            “I told you when I had to leave, and you said you needed another thirty minutes. It’s not my fault you didn’t want to come with Darcy, besides you have a car.”

            “Darcy didn’t tell me when he left.”

            “Well, I imagine he thought you would just come with me.”

            Caroline’s grunt of frustration overpowered the speaker’s lengthy introduction of the chaplain.

First, Collins, then Darcy is next to me, and now Caroline. Super. Elizabeth sighed thinking she would likely burn in Hell thinking such uncharitable thoughts during the chaplain’s prayer over the proceedings. Immediately following this bleak thought, Jane leaned over and touched Elizabeth’s knee gently.

“Lizzy, I’ve asked around”—in a hushed voice she continued—“I know you were hoping to see Wickham tonight, but someone said they’ve got him working some special duty. I don’t know that he is coming. I’m so, so sorry, Lizzy.”

Elizabeth’s dreary demeanor had deflated further, and she decided to drown her sorrows in her cocktail. Of course, she discovered her glass empty, so water would have to do until she could get back to the bar. At this point, she expected rain to come pouring through the ceiling and wondered if she should have brought her umbrella.

The wing commander then stood and began his introductory remarks of welcome.

“Per tradition”—the wing commander rang out over the microphone in the room—“we will start our proceedings by toasting persons who are prisoners of war, killed in action, or missing in action. Please stand and raise your glasses.

‘We toast our hearty comrades who have fallen from the skies,

And were gently caught by God’s own hands to be with him on high,

To dwell among the soaring clouds, they have known so well before,

From victory roll to tail chase, at heaven’s very door.

And as we fly among them, we’re sure to hear their plea,

Take care, my friend, watch your six, and do one more roll for me.

To our comrades killed in action, missing in action, or prisoners of war!’”

A resounding, “Hear, hear!” was heard throughout the crowd.

The wing commander then introduced the guest speaker who gave an inspiring speech about his squadron during Vietnam and how they overcame their trials. During the speech, Elizabeth heard a low buzz of whispers between Jane and Bingley, leaning toward each other, foreheads almost touching. Elizabeth’s heart glowed to see the romantic scene and she distracted herself through the rest of the speeches, imagining Jane’s wedding. You are as bad as Mom. She reached for her glass. Still water.

“How are the flights going, Elizabeth? Where is your class right now?” asked Bingley as he accepted his plate from the waiter.

“Going well. I had my Dollar Ride with Dashwood—”

“I like him. Really knows his stuff.”

“And did you do well?” Darcy asked.

“Well, I didn’t hook, so I suppose that’s the best any student could hope for.”

“Lizzy is just being modest,” interjected Jane. “She told me she had the best grade in the flight.”

“I’m sure Eliza just didn’t want the rest of the company to feel embarrassed about their own performance in the plane. Of course, William has no reason to blush. Always Distinguished Graduate.” Caroline’s voice purred as she reached out and brushed Darcy’s arm from shoulder to elbow. Darcy maneuvered his chair closer to Elizabeth.

“Trying for 38s?”

“Of course.” Elizabeth looked directly into Darcy’s dark eyes and remembered his comments about women pilots and how they should leave the real work to the men. “I know we lady pilots seem demure, but I plan on being the best pilot the air force has to offer.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure the WASPs would be proud.” His mouth crooked into a half smile.

Elizabeth smiled sweetly back at him. The WASPs proud that a woman actually gets credit for her contribution for once? Shocking! She received her plate and immediately dove into her food, attempting to ward off more conversation with the man sitting next to her and listened to Jane and Bingley discuss the shows they watched together and whatever other trivial topics they discussed.

Eventually, dinner plates were cleared, and dancing music commenced, encouraging Bingley to sweep Jane to the dance floor for the first song. Caroline, Darcy, and Elizabeth meanwhile remained at the table. Caroline silently watched Darcy who stared straight ahead. Elizabeth yawned and fought the urge to lay her head on the table and let the evening wash over her. Mr. Collins, who had moved from the head table, had been following commanding officers around as they took flight from his greasy prattle. He ultimately landed in Jane’s seat and began a running commentary on the events of the ball so far.

“I’m so glad you are here to witness what has been such a prestigious event. Never before have I attended an evening of such beautiful military precision outside of the purview of my wonderful manager, Senator de Bourgh. I find that that lady not only has the exquisite taste that comes with someone of high society, but she also graciously condescends to those who could never imagine the life of class that she is able to create. Despite being an employee of hers, I find that I am often grateful for what she has taught me regarding how to properly run an event. I flatter the organizers here by thinking that Senator de Bourgh would be very impressed how this ball has been run. My duties for the senator obviously take precedence over any sort of joyous occasions of celebration, but I flatter myself that I have been to one or two thus far in my employment.”

Elizabeth, who had chosen to not pay attention to the former speech, nodded appropriately and Mr. Collins continued, this time, to Elizabeth’s horror, speaking directly to Darcy and Caroline.

“I am William Collins. And who are you? Friends of the Bennets?” He looked at them expectantly and Elizabeth nearly bolted from her seat. She had intentionally not introduced him in hopes that he would not humiliate her.

 “Caroline Bingley. How do you do?”

“Captain William Darcy.”

“Oh, Captain Darcy? Not the famous Pemberley Wines, William Darcy?”

Darcy looked around as if to find another William Darcy had walked up and entered the conversation.

“I own Pemberley.”

“Captain Darcy. I must tell you that your aunt, Senator de Bourgh, was well when I left her one month ago.”

Darcy twisted his lip but maintained his stoicism that had come to define him in Elizabeth’s mind.

“Thank you for that information.”

Darcy turned away. Elizabeth pulled out her phone to check for messages while planning a quiet exit. She could not exactly abandon Collins, but maybe she could coordinate another ride through the wing commander’s assistant. As she put her phone back in her purse, Darcy asked, “Are you having fun?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know, loads.”

“Would you like to dance?”

Anything to get away from Collins.

“Sure.” Elizabeth was shocked to hear her voice and felt an overpowering urge to retract her answer and run but reminded herself that every attempt to intimidate her must be a reason for her courage to rise. Caroline scowled, and Elizabeth sensed the toady Collins meant to say something. Smiling graciously, she stood up. Despite her annoyance at Darcy’s pompous existence, the man made her pulse quicken.

Darcy led Elizabeth to the dance floor without touching her, but still, she could feel the electricity sparking between them. What song played Elizabeth would never know because when he took her hand and placed his other hand on the small of her back, the music seemed to fade away. And all she could hear was her pulse in her ears and the pressure of his fingers on her spine.

“Well, Captain Darcy, it seems like the committee has done an outstanding job this year.” Looking up to his face, Elizabeth acknowledged that he was a very handsome man. Beneath his dark jacket, she could feel lean muscle as he led her smoothly around the dance floor.

“I see you prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. But conversation makes this all so much more enjoyable, don’t you think?”

“Well, please, do continue.”

“I talked about the committee and program, maybe you can start with the attendees or the deejay?”

“In that case...seems like a good crowd.”

Elizabeth scrutinized his expression but he pointedly ignored her eyes. She began searching the room again for Wickham to determine if maybe her night might not be a total wash.

“Looking for someone?”

“Yeah, actually. I thought George Wickham would be here tonight.”

“Wickham?” Darcy practically growled the name.

“Yeah, he said you guys were once friends.”

“Yeah, at one time. He certainly makes friends, but I wouldn’t say he has ever kept any.”

“I suppose he should be upset for losing your friendship?”

Darcy frowned. “What is it you Southerners say? Bless his heart.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word and Elizabeth was stunned that she had ever thought Captain William Darcy handsome as he displayed his disgust.

The pair had stopped moving, both with hands clenched at their sides.

“You should stay away from him. He is nothing but bad news. He shouldn’t be trusted.” Darcy then lefther fuming in the middle of the dance floor and stalked out of the room.



Author Bio

Leigh Dreyer is a huge fan of Jane Austen variations and the JAFF community. She is blessed to have multi-generational military connections through herself and her husband, who she met in pilot training. She often describes her formative years in this way, “You know the Great Balls of Fire scene in Top Gun (“Goose you big stud!!!”), where Goose and Meg Ryan have their kid on the piano? I was that kid.” Leigh lives with her pilot husband, a plane-obsessed son and a daughter who is almost walking.

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Friday, April 27, 2018

Sponsor me to Walk to Netherfield and back!



On the 12th May, I am going to participate in a 10km walk around the South Downs, a beautiful area of Southern England.  This is hosted by Just Walk’. 

I plan to dress in Regency attire for the walk, as I am doing it to raise money for the Jane Austen Literacy Foundation Literacy Libraries Program, managed in partnership with Worldreader, to fund a new e-library and e-readers for Suhum MA Experimental C school located in the eastern region of Ghana.

“The distance is nothing when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner.” 

10 kilometres is just over 6 miles, so funnily enough, this is the distance from Longbourn to Netherfield and back again - hopefully I won’t need to stop off half way, to care for someone with a cold! 

“Elizabeth continued her walk alone, crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over styles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the”

finishing line...

 “with weary ankles, dirty stockings and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.” 

I am taking on this challenge on my own, and as well as raising money for the e-library, I am also raising awareness for Fibromyalgia Action UK  Fibromyalgia is a debilitating health condition and one that I have suffered from since the age of 17. 

“That she should have walked three miles so early in the day ... was almost incredible.” 

I used to be able to walk such distances very easily, but when I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia nearly 5 years ago, my stamina, fitness and life changed dramatically. Jane Austen’s novels and letters were there to help and support me and saw me through the toughest times, while I was coming to terms with my new circumstances. 


“She really looked almost wild ... her hair so untidy, so blowsy ... and her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain.” 

This 10km walk is going to be a big challenge for me, but I have begun some training and have already received great encouragement from Caroline Jane Knight and JALF.  I am really looking forward to being able to raise money for such a good cause. I am sure my own muddy and dishevelled appearance will be most ‘shocking’ when I have completed the walk, however perhaps my eyes, at least, will be “brightened by the exercise”!



"We are so proud to have Sophie as an Ambassador for the Jane Austen Literacy Foundation.  Sophie has become somewhat of a celebrity in the Jane Austen community and was featured in the BBC documentary, My Friend Jane, to commemorate the bi-centenary of Jane Austen’s death in 2017.  Sophie’s own story is a wonderful example of how Jane Austen can change the lives of people today and now Sophie is asking the Jane Austen community to help us change the lives of children in developing countries.  Sophie’s sponsored 10km walk is a wonderful start to the Jane Austen Literacy Foundation Literacy Libraries campaign to raise £10,000 to buy a new e-library and e-readers for Suhum MA Experimental C school in Ghana.

Thank you Sophie, you are wonderful example to the Jane Austen community and I hope everyone gets behind you as you walk ‘to Netherfield and back’."

Caroline Jane Knight
Jane Austen’s fifth great niece and Jane Austen Literacy Foundation founder & chair


If you feel you could support my efforts by donating to the cause, please go online at the link below.  Any donation will be very much appreciated.  100% of donations received will go towards the £10,000 needed to fund an e-readers and a new e-library for Suhum MA Experimental C school in Ghana.







Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Blog Tour: Lover's Knot by Jenetta James - with giveaway!


I am thrilled today to be part of the blog tour for Jenetta James' release, Lover's Knot. My thanks also goes to Claudine Pepe for inviting me to take part.



A great love. A perplexing murder. Netherfield Park — a house of secrets.

Fitzwilliam Darcy is in a tangle. Captivated by Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a girl of no fortune and few connections. Embroiled in an infamous murder in the home of his friend, Charles Bingley. He is being tested in every way. Fearing for Elizabeth’s safety, Darcy moves to protect her in the only way he knows but is thwarted. Thus, he is forced to turn detective. Can he overcome his pride for the sake of Elizabeth? Can he, with a broken heart, fathom the villainy that has invaded their lives? Is there even a chance for love born of such strife?

Lover’s Knot is a romantic Pride & Prejudice variation, with a bit of mystery thrown in.



Lovers Knot - excerpt 5 taken from Chapter 2

My friend having departed, I make for his library. Opening the great oak door onto the leather lined, flame-flickered space within, I am astonished to see Miss Elizabeth look up from a seat by the fire. The orange light dances on her face and falls softly on the fabric of her gown. She holds in her small hands a book, half read. The white flesh of her left foot, glows before me. I recall the feeling of her arm beneath my hand only the previous evening and feel myself pinned to the door. I have, in my life, seen more than the bare flesh of a womans foot. And yet this sight suspends me. After a moment of seeming hesitation, she shifts the fabric of her gown to conceal the wink of flesh, smiles slightly and bids me good morning. The ordinary formality of her manner, brings me back to myself.

Good morning, Miss Elizabeth. May I?
I take up a book, discovered the previous day, and as she nods, sit on the chaise neighbouring her chair. Here we remain, in silence, for some time. Her proximity reminds me of the long night, just passed in reveries of her. I begin to feel rather hot. This cannot continue.
Miss Elizabeth, may I enquire what you are reading?
Certainly, Mr. Darcy. I am enjoying Evelina by Frances Burney. Have you read it?
I have. It is a classic, as is Cecelia. Do you read novels generally?
I suppose I do, although not exclusively. I also read histories. I have even been known to experiment with philosophies. I try to read as widely as I am able, Mr. Darcy.
Inside and out?
She looks up and her eyes spark like matches. Yes.She laughs, and I feel suddenly lighter, having drawn that response from her. But not today.She inclines her head towards the window, currently lashed by the rain. The water forms a hazy impenetrable skin on the glass. My sister sleeps and for some relief, I read here rather than in her chamber. I hope that I have not invaded your own sanctuary?
Certainly not, Miss Elizabeth.I wish to say more, but words desert me. Her shiny curls turn back to the page and the moment is lost. I stare, unseeing, at my own page and grow impatient for progress.
Miss Elizabeth, I hope that you are not too distressed by the events of last evening? You are quite safe now. The house is very well guarded, and Mr. Bingley is for Longbourn to your father.
Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I am quite well.She looks solemn. I observed Mr. Bingleys carriage departing from Janes window. But I did not know his destination. I am worried, sir, that my sister is not yet well enough to return home.
I do not believe that is the purpose of his visit. The magistrate, Mr. Allwood, arrived this morning Miss Elizabeth. And hewell, he is likely to wish to speak with you.
I see. Of course.With this, she stares into the burning glow of the fire. Mr. Allwood is known as a formidable man in this part of the country, Mr. Darcy. And somewhat of an enigma. Should I quake at my questioning, do you think?
I hope not. Do you quake at anything?
I assure you, I do. I quake at events such as that last evening.
Of course. I did not mean to be flippant. As to Mr. Allwood, I imagine your interview with him shall be of short duration, as of course, it should be.
Should it?
Of course.
Why?
Why?At this question, I am incredulous. Because you are a gentlemans daughter and you have had horror enough. You were in an unfortunate place at an unfortunate time and are an innocent who can have no information apart from that already known. I accept that he must speak to you. But he ought to be circumspect about what he may learn. And frankly, my view is that he should leave you and Miss Bennet and the ladies of the house in peace.
Do you think that the ladies should be excused from truth telling then, Mr. Darcy?
I did not say that.
You suggested it though. I cannot agree, I am afraid. My own analysis is that a terrible crime has been committed, and we must all assist. I cannot say that I should be questioned less critically or less thoroughly because I am a gentlemans daughter.
The lightness that had warmed me before is gone from her face. My mind races to keep up with her changing attitude.
It is not about the obligation to tell the truth, Miss Elizabeth. That rests on you as it rests on us all. And you shall no doubt dispatch it fully, as shall I. It is not that. It is about you and Miss Bennet, as innocent bystanders with very little information, being treated as respectfully as possible.
I thank you for your solicitousness, Mr. Darcy, and for the steps that you and Mr. Bingley have taken to ensure the safety of the house. But I ought also to be clear with you. I am not the sort of young lady who requires to be sheltered like a rare orchid in a sharp breeze. I have no pretensions to the sort of femininity that consists in closing my eyes to the truth or to the moral compass that compels us all.
Her eyes glow fiercely, drawing me closer. Without knowing it, I have moved and find myself on the edge of the chaise, leaning towards her, searching for words. At that moment, the door opens, and a maid bobs a curtsy.
Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Bennet has arrived. He is waiting for you in the drawing room.
A smile breaks across her face and she stands. As she leaves the room in the maids wake, she says, Goodbye, Mr. Darcy,without even looking back.
In her absence, I cannot simply sit. On my feet, I pace the room for some time, considering the rain-drenched carriage outside the window and recall the lightness of her figure as she had departed. I can make no sense of my time with her. She has a way of assuming opinions I do not possess, of catching my words erroneously. At the same time, we have been alone in this room, by the fire, among the pages. And she has looked me squarely in the face, as a person who may have known me all my life might. She does not demure from challenge as some ladies would. She smiles and even laughs. I cling to the memory of that laugh and the knowledge that I, alone, elicited it.



Jenetta James is a mother, writer, lawyer and taker-on of too much. She grew up in Cambridge and read history at Oxford University where she was a scholar and president of the Oxford University History Society. After graduating, she took to the law and now practices full-time as a barrister. Over the years, she has lived in France, Hungary, and Trinidad as well as her native England. Jenetta currently lives in London with her husband and children where she enjoys reading, laughing, and playing with Lego. She has written, Suddenly Mrs. Darcy and The Elizabeth Papers as well as contributed short stories to both The Darcy Monologues and Dangerous to Know: Jane Austen’s Rakes and Gentlemen Rogues.



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Jenetta has selected a lovely giveaway package where one lucky winner will receive a Pride & Prejudice scarf, a Kindle cover and paperback copies of all five of her JAFF books.

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Readers may enter the drawing by tweeting once each day and by commenting daily on a blog post or review that has a giveaway attached to this tour. Entrants must provide the name of the blog where they commented.

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My thanks again goes to Jenetta for this great extract! My thanks also to Claudine for setting up this tour.

I wish Jenetta all the best with this release as well as any stories in the future!




Lover’s Knot Tour Schedule



March 29My Jane Austen Book Club/ Guest Post & Giveaway

March 30 Savvy Verse & Wit / Guest Post & Giveaway

March 31 Liz's Reading Life / Book Review & Giveaway

April 1My Vices and Weaknesses/  Excerpt Post & Giveaway

April 2Of Pens and Pages / Book Review & Giveaway

April 3So Little Time/  Guest Post & Giveaway

April 4  Austenesque Reviews/ Author Interview & Giveaway

April 5From Pemberley to Milton/  Excerpt Post & Giveaway

April 6Babblings of a Bookworm/  Book Review & Giveaway

April 7More Agreeably Engaged/ Book Review & Giveaway

April 8My Love for Jane Austen/ Guest Post & Giveaway

April 9Diary of an Eccentric/  Guest Post & Giveaway

April 10Laughing with Lizzie/  Excerpt Post & Giveaway

April 11 Margie’s Must Reads/ Book Review & Giveaway

April 12 Just Jane 1813/ Author Interview & Giveaway