Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Blog Tour: A Life Worth Choosing by Anngela Schroeder - with giveaway!

“You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.”

Reeling from the unexpected rejection of his proposal, Fitzwilliam Darcy prepares to quit Hunsford for London but not before he defends himself against Elizabeth Bennet's accusations. He cannot forgive her harsh words; her assertion Mr. Wickham would have made a better son has cut him to the core. 

Suffering an accident while delivering the fated letter, he wakes to a world he does not know—and to those who do not recognize him. With a new life, a different  name, and a fresh chance at winning the woman he loves, Darcy must decide which is “A Life Worth Choosing”––the past he remembers or a future he has created for himself.

Hello, Sophie!  Thank you so much for having me here today at Laughing with Lizzie. I hope you and your readers are having a wonderful holiday season and are looking forward to the New Year. I am grateful you’ve given me the opportunity to guest post and also share a bit about my newest book, “A Life Worth Choosing,” with you.

In the summer of 2019, I was able to take my family on a dream trip to England. My husband and I had traveled there before, but we wanted to take our three sons to experience the UK. Deciding to do a two-week home exchange near London, we added an extra week at the beginning of our trip in the North. Miraculously, about three months before we left, Chatsworth House advertised a summer Pride and Prejudice Ball. Without telling my husband, I purchased tickets, and then set out to convince him that this was integral to every bucket list/wish list/desire of my heart. He is a good man, and after making me worry for a week, he consented. It was then that I told him I had already purchased tickets, and he had passed ‘The Greatest Husband in the World’ test.

We arrived at the Cavendish Hotel the day before the ball, and my boys and husband wanted to rest a bit before dinner, so they napped. I popped in my airpods, and began the 30 minute walk from the hotel to the estate house, all the while listening to the soundtrack from the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice. As I came ‘through’ a grove of trees, I looked up at the climax of “Liz on Top of the World” to have the fa├žade of Chatsworth before me. I began to cry. Although there is an argument about which is the better version of P&P (I won’t begin that discussion here), the music for the 2005 version speaks to my soul, and I listen to it constantly while I write. I had not felt as at peace as I did at that moment, on a ramble through the British countryside like Lizzy Bennet with a herd of red deer running in the distance.

My husband and I had a wonderful time the next evening, getting a private tour of a section of Chatsworth with the other attendants after appetizers, before then being escorted through the garden to a courtyard restaurant where the ball was held.  We danced, and felt like the Bennets as we were truly the last to leave the ball! We didn’t dance every dance, but we did speak of books, even if only for a moment.

While being engrossed in the world of Jane Austen, I could not help but feel like Mr. Darcy, from my newest book “A Life Worth Choosing.” In the novel, Mr. Darcy finds himself in an alternate life, and although he initially yearns for his old one, he realizes just how wonderful things can be and must determine which life he’ll choose to live in.  Although I had no such choice (our boys were back at the hotel loving the wi-fi and air conditioning—so I couldn’t make any permanent changes), for an evening, I was a lady of the ton enjoying the Season. Once again, my husband (a history teacher) was a good sport, and even dressed up without much fuss, saying that he wouldn’t mind doing that again (but not in the too near future).

I want to thank Sophie again for allowing me to come out today, and wish you all a Happy and safe New Year!  

*** Giveaway - ends 20th January ***

Today’s international giveaway is to win an ebook copy of A Life Worth Choosing, when it is released later in January. 
All you need to do to win is to comment on this blog post.

Please include your email so I can contact you easily if you are they lucky winner. The winner will be chosen at random.

What a wonderful trip you had! And such a beautiful dress. I have never done the Chatsworth ball myself, but have done many others - balls are what I enjoy the most! I look forward to the release of your book in January - goo luck with it! And thank you for the giveaway!

Friday, November 27, 2020

Blog tour: North Fanger by Jayne Bamber, with giveaway!

A campy, vampy fusion of Pride & Prejudice with Northanger Abbey...

Elizabeth Bennet and her cousin Catherine Morland travel into Kent to visit the recently married Collinses in the village of Hunsford, near the great estate of Rosings Park. Elizabeth anticipates that the visit will be very dull indeed, while Catherine believes adventure and romance await them there, just as in the gothic novels she adores.

Within a week, both women have their expectations subverted by the sudden arrival of a vampire into their midst. The ladies at the parsonage take flight, accompanied by the outraged Colonel Fitzwilliam, his outwitted cousin, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy – and an out-of-control fledgling vampire.

Proving herself indispensable during the undead Darcy debacle, Elizabeth becomes the heroine her cousin Catherine always knew she was – and enviously wishes to be herself – as she leads them to Bath in search of the wily Silas Bennet, an expert in all matters vampiric.

But amidst the hunt for Uncle Silas, other predators enter the fray, all in search of one very old man, and a very young vampire. In Bath they encounter the Tilneys, the Thorpes, and an array of familiar faces and vicious villains bent on wreaking bloody havoc, leading a merry band of misfits to take shelter in a place too spooky not to hold secrets of it’s own: Northanger Abbey.


After Catherine and her new friend parted ways with Elizabeth, it was but a short walk to the Allens’ lodgings in Pulteney Street. She had already discovered the essentials about her new friend - Miss Tilney had lost her mother nine years before, and her oldest brother not long after. She was four-and-twenty, nearly a spinster, and perhaps this was why she rather reminded Catherine of Charlotte.

“I wonder that you have never married, Miss Tilney,” Catherine observed. “You are not so very plain, your manners are open and easy, and I think you said your father is a gentleman….”

Miss Tilney colored for a moment, and looked away. “Call me Eleanor, please.” She was quiet just long enough for Catherine to repent her impertinent question, but at length she answered, “I have wished to marry, to be sure - but I could never leave my brother Henry. I am all he has in the world.”

“What of your father?”

“My father is - well… Henry and I are very close, and he is so ill.”

“Oh! And he is not married, then?”

“No, and more’s the pity.” Eleanor smiled wryly. “He is very handsome, you know. He wished to be a parson, before… before he fell ill.”

“What is his affliction?”

Eleanor’s face belied a long-suffering melancholy. “It is a… a hematological disorder, a very uncommon thing - we have every hope of finding a doctor here in Bath who can cure him.”

“I hope you do! Is he very ill, then?” Catherine did not recognize the word Eleanor had used to describe her brother’s affliction, but she was too embarrassed to admit as much to her older and wiser companion. Her interest was captivated by the thought of her brave and kindly friend tending to a handsome, ailing brother - if he was truly so like Eleanor in disposition, Catherine thought she would very much like to meet him. “Is he confined to a sick bed, or might he take the waters? Shall he go out in society at all here in Bath?”

Eleanor bit her lip and knit her brow for a moment. “It is a curious thing - it comes and goes. I have every hope of coaxing him out of the house some evening - particularly as I now have some acquaintance here. He is generally unable to leave the house in the mornings and afternoons, but perhaps an assembly might tempt him.”

“Sick in the mornings! My mother was thus when she carried all my brothers and sisters - of course, I daresay your brother does not suffer that affliction. If he does not go out in the day, but only of an evening, I might guess he was a vampire!” Catherine laughed at her own folly, but Miss Tilney grew serious.

“He is very hopeful of finding a cure, and leading a perfectly normal life thereafter.”

“Oh - well, I am very glad for him, then,” Catherine said, fretting over her own silliness. By now they had reached the Allens’ lodgings, and Mrs. Allen appeared at the window, waving merrily at them. Eleanor was tempted to come inside and be introduced, though she insisted she must go away directly.

“Of course - it is nearly sundown, and we cannot let you walk all the way back to Laura place in the dark,” Mrs. Allen observed, simultaneously admiring the lace and intricate trim of Eleanor’s day dress. “But you must stay for dinner - what a fine thing, Cathy, for James is to bring guests tonight - my old school friend Mrs. Thorpe is in Bath, and her daughters - and your brother James is intimately acquainted with them - but surely your father will not object, Miss Tilney!”

Miss Tilney gently declined, Catherine pressed, Mrs. Allen pressed more, and in the end an engagement was formed for the following night instead - Miss Tilney would dine with them at seven in Pulteney Street, and convey the invitation to her invalid brother. 




Mr. Tilney, as it happened, was very handsome. He was fair, like his sister and looked no older than Eleanor, and though his countenance might be called pale, his face conveyed such candid affability and mischievous energy as to render him uncommonly good looking. He was tall and lean, but nothing about his person indicated the slightest detectable ailment. 

His vitality was coupled with impish charm and easy manners; ten minutes served to acquaint him so well with his six new friends as to rival a friendship of many years. Only when they sat down to dinner did Catherine recall his illness. 

He waved away the soup with a self-deprecating laugh, “You will think me far older than I appear - but I cannot possibly take a morsel of food - I hope I do not offend your gracious hospitality, Mrs. Allen. I am an invalid, you see.”

“You have come to the right place, then, sir!”

Now he turned to address Catherine in particular. “Do you think me very odd, Miss Morland? I must regiment my diet ever so carefully, until Dr. Bennet can advise me. But when I am cured, I am sure I shall devour every pheasant, quail, and pig in the county!”

Elizabeth coughed, and Mr. Darcy, seated at her side, quickly patted her back and gestured for her to drink some wine. Catherine gave her brother a knowing look, and he rolled his eyes from further down the table. Once she had recovered, Elizabeth asked incredulously, “Dr. Bennet?”

“Yes,” Eleanor replied. “When I asked after your relations yesterday, I thought there might be some connection. My father is hoping to secure my brother a meeting with Dr. Bennet, though I understand he is rather elusive - quite in demand, I imagine.”

“Ah. Well, my uncle is a merchant, not a physician,” Elizabeth replied. Catherine happily observed that her cousin and Mr. Darcy now appeared to be holding hands under the table. 

“You have not answered my question, Miss Morland. Do you think me very odd?”

“Very odd,” she said with a smirk.

He held her gaze for a moment, suppressing a smile as he pretended to pout. “I shall make but a poor figure in your journal tomorrow.”

“My journal?”

“Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Sunday, dinner at Pulteney Street. Appeared much to advantage, but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted invalid, who refused to eat any of Mrs. Allen’s fine fare, and distressed me by his nonsense.”

Catherine laughed. “Indeed I shall say no such thing.”

“Shall I tell you what you ought to say?”

“If you please.”

“I dined with a very agreeable man - danced a reel after, thought him exceedingly light on his feet and heavy with praise of me - seems most an extraordinary genius - I hope I may know more of him, so I have agreed to join him and his relations at the theatre tomorrow. That, my dear Miss Morland, is what I wish you to say.”

Catherine grinned at him, and he laughed at himself, smiling at her as though she were the only person in the room. Catherine felt a warm, pleasant sensation spread across her chest - a frightening fluttering of her heart - she realized she was being flirted with by this exceptionally handsome, charming, and entirely vital man - at last! 

Before she could reply, Mrs. Allen cried out with excitement. “But we are already engaged for the theatre tomorrow! What a fine thing - we are sure to see you there!”

“And will you come to the theatre Miss Bennet, Mr. Darcy?”

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy exchanged a look of private conversation before the gentleman answered. “My sister is not yet out in society, and the widow Collins is a guest of the house….”

“I shall attend,” Elizabeth declared, with a look of teasing defiance at Mr. Darcy. “I should not like to be out very late, but I should like to accompany you, Cathy. And Cousin James, I hope your Isabella will be in attendance.”

“I believe she will be.”

“Well!” Mrs. Allen clapped her hands. “What a fine thing! How very merry we shall be!”

Catherine shivered with anticipation, and in her mission to live as the heroine from one of her novels, she was far from disappointed. By the end of the evening she was satisfied enough that she knew she could, in all sincerity, make exactly the journal entry Mr. Tilney had predicted. They spoke of books between themselves at such length, even while dancing the promised reel, that Catherine fell asleep with her head full of romantic scenes between a dashing, fair-haired hero and a rather lusty heroine who looked remarkably like herself.


Jayne Bamber is a life-long Austen fan, and a total sucker for costume dramas. Jayne read her first Austen variation as a teenager and has spent more than a decade devouring as many of them as she can. This of course has led her to the ultimate conclusion of her addiction, writing one herself.

Jayne’s favorite Austen work is Sense and Sensibility, though Sanditon is a strong second. Despite her love for Pride and Prejudice, Jayne realizes that she is no Lizzy Bennet, and is in fact growing up to be Mrs. Bennet more and more each day. link

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Thank you so much for stopping by Jayne! Your book sounds like a lot of fun! Great extract. Good luck with it! 

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Blog Tour: Back to the Bonnet by Jennifer Duke









What if it was Mary Bennet who was really behind the important events of Pride and Prejudice? In Back to the Bonnet, Jennifer Duke explores how the story could look from the unique perspective of plain, overlooked but clever Mary who happens to have inherited a bonnet that allows her to travel in time.

‘Mary Bennet takes matters into her own hands in this hilarious and enjoyable time-travelling version of Pride and Prejudice.’ 


‘This is a sweet treat of a book: exciting, insightful and enormous fun.’ 



Book blurb:


“Oh really, Miss Mary!” He lowered his voice and leant closer. “Does convention hold you back? You who deny all conventions of time, twisting it from its proper course?”

Matrimony is not a destiny that attracts plain but clever Miss Mary Bennet.

With her family’s fortunes threatened by their own foolish mistakes, deceptive rogues and the inconvenience of male heirs to her family home, the future looks unstable, even bleak. But Mary possesses a secret weapon . . . a bonnet that allows her to travel in time. 

In orchestrating events according to her own inclinations, Mary takes an unconventional route to protect her family from ruin. However, she is unprepared for the dark path down which duty and power will lead her.


In the following excerpt, Mary discovers another power the bonnet possesses in addition to that of time-travel.


Excerpt from Volume One, Chapter Two ‘A Stitch Lost’


. . . I winced at the shrill laughter coming from Kitty and Lydias room. Their chatter was indistinct. However, I surmised that they were discussing the new occupant of Netherfield Park. My tidying task done and books on botany, anatomy and philosophy chosen, I set my mind to reflect upon my observations of the previous evening. Mr Thorpe clearly found novels of the supernatural enjoyable, though he attempted, several times, to persuade us that he did not think much of novels at all. He spent much time with Kitty but persistently looked about for Jane. He gave the impression of someone rich but asked pointed questions in an effort to establish what our level of wealth was, something a gentleman of means would be unlikely to do.

    If only I could know Mr Thorpes mind,” I said to myself.

    At that moment, the door of my closet creaked open several inches. I had felt no draught; the window was shut and the unmoving trees outside testified to the stillness of the air. The closet door opened further and this time the grating of the hinges was accompanied by a sound I could not account for. It was as if two fat birds were warbling to one another in a far off tree – only the sound came from a pile of blankets and linen. I shifted the folded bedclothes out of the way.

    The sounds were coming from the band box.

    I recoiled, staring at the lid. Impossible,” I said, whilst acknowledging that the evidence of my own ears suggested otherwise.

    Eventually, I drew closer, noticing how my heart galloped as I took out the box from the closet, placed it on the bed and removed the lid. The muffled sound was more akin to human speech now, though still quiet. Taking the bonnet in my hands, I hesitated before placing it on my head. As soon as it was in place, the twittering voices became as clear as if the bodies they came from were in the room with me.

    But do you not agree that it would be a d— fine thing?” It was Mr Thorpes voice.

    But after you were married – assuming you succeed – what do you imagine your wife would think then?” I recognised this voice too, it was Mr Denny, one of Lydias favourite officers.

    Well, I only intend to get a rich wife. As long as she brings money to the marriage, she need not care about my lack of it.”

    Risky way of going about it though, Thorpe. My friend Crawford would have had no trouble with the rent. He was deuced annoyed with me when he got to Hertfordshire, upon my own suggestion, only to discover that Netherfield was no longer available.”

    Well Im mightily glad I got there first!”

    I dont envy you the rent though.”

    It need only be for a few months, Ive more than enough inheritance for that. In any case, its an investment. Families with rich girls dont seem to favour my sort.”

    The aspiring sort?”

    Indeed. So you see its d— logical to pretend to be another sort altogether.”

    The landed gentry sort.”

    But of course you wont mention any of this to anyone? Word spreads fast in a small town.”

    Its usually you who spreads it, if memory serves.”

    Mr Thorpe laughed.

    You know me, though. A gentlemans business is his own, I say.”

    I knew I could rely on you, Denny.”

    I could hear other sounds now, a there you are, sir, followed by a clink of china and the laughter of gentlemen in the background. Mr Thorpe was likely at The Bull, the lodgings used by Mr Denny and several other officers in Meryton. He began talking of carriages and horses, subjects I did not have the patience to pay attention to. I had barely formed this thought when his voice grew muffled, as though he were talking from behind a wall. Then all sound faded from the bonnet. Perhaps I had imagined it, but it appeared as though the bonnet ribbons twitched a few times before hanging limp and still. Whatever oddness the bonnet exhibited though, my priority was to process the truths it had illuminated for me.

    I shook my head, my lips pursed. You wont get away with this, Mr Thorpe,” I growled before hurrying down the stairs.

    Where are you going, Miss Mary?” said Mrs Hill as she carried a tray of toast from the kitchen.

     Id left my usual bonnet in my room, hardly realising that I still had Great Aunt Gardiners in my hands. It would have to do. I put it on, flung on my cloak and shoved my feet into my boots. Im going to Meryton.”

    At this hour? What about your breakfast?”

    I snatched a couple of slices of toast from the tray. I need to see an officer,” I said, not realising how much of a joke it sounded until Mrs Hill burst out laughing.

    I would have expected to hear such a thing from Miss Lydia but not you, Miss Mary. Why, only the other day she—” Hills speech faded, failing to compete with the crunch of gravel beneath my feet.


Author Bio


Jennifer Duke grew up in Basingstoke - a town in Hampshire, England, which Jane Austen visited for shopping and balls when her family lived in the nearby village of Steventon. Loving stories from a very early age and being the second of four sisters, Jennifer delighted in reading stories to her younger siblings.

She went to Bath Spa University to study English Literature with Creative Writing and gained a 2:1, later going on to achieve a distinction for her MA in English Literature at Oxford Brookes University.

She has had many jobs - including coffee barista, trainee English teacher, nursery nurse, nanny, housekeeper and dog walker - but kept returning to writing fiction.

A longstanding love of Jane Austen's novels led to her first published novel Back to the Bonnet.

As well as writing, she is interested in mindfulness, environmental issues and painting. She loves animals, history, art, travel and being out in nature. Currently, she is working on a fantasy novel inspired by ancient art at Chauvet-Pont d'Arc cave in the south of France, a story set 35,000 years ago - a slight change from Regency England! She also has plans to write a post world war two romance inspired by Jane Eyre.

Back to the Bonnet is available now on Amazon in paperback and Kindle eBook formats.

You are cordially invited to sign up to Jennifer Duke’s newsletter via her website homepage or contact page.



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Thank you so much for stopping by Jennifer! Your book sounds most interesting. Great extract. Good luck with it! 

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Blog Tour: Missing Jane by Bronwen Chisholm

Hello Readers! I am so happy to be with you today at Laughing With Lizzie. My latest novella, Missing Jane, is now out and I wanted to stop by and share a deleted scene with you. Before we begin, here is a bit about the book.

And the eldest Miss Bennet? No one really knows.
Poor Mr. Bingley is led to believe she is no more, but her sister swears she is alive.
Can Mr. Darcy and his friend find her and, in turn, their own happily ever afters?

When I began writing this story, it started out from Elizabeth’s point of view. I reworked the first chapter several times before I realized that it just wasn’t needed and decided Darcy and Jane would tell the story instead. Though the blurb lets you know Mr. Bennet has passed, I decided not to show it in the book. Here is how it happened originally.(Since it was deleted, it was not edited; so please forgive my errors.)

When Jane and Elizabeth arrived at Longbourn, the household was deathly quiet. Their housekeeper, Mrs. Hill, explained that Mr. Bennet had ridden out to inspect a bridge. When he did not return before a storm, all became worried. After the storm passed, some farm hands rode out and found him in the water downstream from the bridge. He was very bruised, beaten by the rocks and debris, and had taken a fever. The apothecary tended him, but he was not improving. Mrs. Bennet had taken to her bed, knowing this would be the end of them. Though Mrs. Hill initially wished to notify the two eldest daughters, their mother refused to allow it; stating they were better off in London where they may still catch a husband. It was only at Mr. Bennet’s request that an express was dispatched.
Jane and Elizabeth went straight to their father’s bedside. His breathing was shallow as Elizabeth took his hand. “Papa, it’s me, Lizzy.”
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled weakly. “Lizzy, I knew you would come.” He closed his eyes again.
“Jane is here also, Papa. We will care for you. You will recover.”
Mr. Bennet’s smile returned as his hand fell upon Jane’s. “My girls,” he whispered.
They sat by his side, taking turns wiping his brow with a cool rag, until they became aware of their mother’s weeping in the next room. Jane patted Elizabeth’s shoulder, “I will go to her.” She slipped quietly out of the room.
As the door closed, Mr. Bennet opened his eyes again, looking at his favorite daughter. “I am not long for this world, Lizzy.”
“Hush, Papa, I am here. You will be well.”
He shook his head slightly. “Do not argue with me now, Lizzy. I have much I must tell you.”
He took a deep breath which rattled the phlegm in his throat and caused him to be racked by coughs insufficient to release the cause. Elizabeth helped him to sit up enough to take a drink of water when the spell had passed.
“It will not be easy when my cousin takes over Longbourn,” he said when he was finally able. “You must find your way. If your uncles are unable to take in all of you, contact my mother’s family. You will find names and directions in the desk in my study. Be sure to remove your things from there before Mr. Collins arrives.” He reached up to take her hand which bathed his brow. “Forgive me for not preparing better for you and your sisters. I always believed there would be time.”
“Shh, Papa, there is nothing to forgive. Please, you must focus your strength on improving.” Elizabeth fought the tears that filled her eyes.
Mr. Bennet nodded slowly as his eyes closed again. Elizabeth watched over him as his breathing became more labored. Just before dawn, he took a last shuddering breath and passed away. Elizabeth laid her head on his shoulder and cried. When her tears subsided, she called for Hill and they began spreading word of the master’s passing through the household. Mrs. Bennet, becoming inconsolable, was eventually sedated.

Missing Jane is quickly becoming my favorite story that I wrote. I promise it is a low angst, clean, sweet novella. I hope you will pick it up and love it as much as I do.

And now, a GIVEAWAY! Just make a comment on this blog and Sophie will pick 1 lucky winner to receive an ebook copy of Missing Jane. Good luck! And I hope you enjoyed our visit as much as I did. I can’t wait to read your comments.   

Bronwen Chisholm began her writing career working on suspense romance, but finally became a published author with her Pride and Prejudice variations. She takes great pleasure in searching for potential “plot twists” and finding the way back to a happy ending.
Her love of writing has led her to several writing groups, and she is currently serving as the vice president of the Riverside Writers and organizes the Riverside Young Writers.

For more information, visit her at

Thank you so much for stopping by Bronwen! Your book sounds most interesting. Good luck in the giveaway everyone!