The Disappearance of Georgiana Darcy: A Pride and Prejudice Mystery (Pride & Prejudice Mysteries)
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SHACKLED IN THE DUNGEON of a macabre castle with no recollection of her past, a young woman finds herself falling in love with her captor—the estate’s master. Trusting him before she regains her memory and unravels the castle’s wicked truths would be a catastrophe.
Far away at Pemberley, the Darcys happily gather to celebrate the marriage of Kitty Bennet. But a dark cloud sweeps through the festivities: Georgiana has disappeared without a trace. Upon receiving word of his sister’s likely demise, Darcy and his wife, Elizabeth, set off across the English countryside, seeking answers in the unfamiliar and menacing Scottish moors.
How can Darcy keep his sister safe from the most sinister threat she has ever faced when he doesn’t even know if she’s alive? True to Austen’s style and rife with malicious villains, dramatic revelations and heroic gestures, this suspense-packed mystery places Darcy and Elizabeth in the most harrowing situation they have ever faced— finding Georgiana before it’s too late.
amusement. “Easier than yours,” Darcy said as he spied the still-unconscious woman on the floor. Edward gestured to where the woman laid crumpled in a heap. “Next time you take the female.” Weir emerged from the lower level. “Mr. Darcy?” he asked as he surveyed the scene. “Everything secure below stairs?” “Aye, Sir. Found a young laird hidin’ in the cold pantry. They all be bound.” Edward suggested, “Find another length of rope for the lady. Secure her hands and feet and place someone to
“Thank you, Mr. Bennet. It is good to be at Pemberley again. When I was last in Derbyshire, the grounds were covered in ice and snow. It is pleasant to see it at its best.” “Later, we will tour Mr. Darcy’s gardens, if you did not find your journey too exhausting.” “That would be enjoyable.” The woman turned to her waiting family. “Ah, Jane,” she gushed. “I have so longed to see Jackson.” She held her oldest close. “And Mr. Bingley,” she said in welcome. “It is delightful to see you, Sir.” “You
before our return to Pemberley. I have also suggested to my future brother in marriage that if he requires an equality in his joining, that he should soothe your sister’s peevishness with an extra dose of his attentions.” Elizabeth smiled widely at him. “As you have learned, Mr. Darcy?” she teased. He edged her closer to his side with a flex of his forearm. “Why learn a valuable lesson if one cannot pass on the knowledge?” he countered. “I shall remind Mr. Joseph of those obligations,” Mary
accompany our efforts.” “How long have you served the Darcys?” George Wickham asked as he played a spade to take the hand. When he had stormed from the curate’s cottage, he had not considered his purse’s weakened state. Therefore, he had sought Pemberley’s familiarity. He had employed a small shepherd’s hut off the north pasture as shelter. Having spent his childhood on the estate, Wickham knew the land nearly as well as Darcy. “Maybe better,” he had told himself. After all, his father had
horses, as the estate’s Galloway cattle?” “Easy enough to do when Dolina’s brother McCullough be the village butcher,” the Scot declared. A knock at the door indicated their meals had arrived. Darcy rose to answer the summons. A girl entered with a heavily laden tray. Darcy indicated a nearby table. “We will serve ourselves,” he said. “Yes, Sir.” She curtsied. Twice, in fact. Once with his dismissal and a second time after he handed her a coin for her trouble. With the door’s closing, Edward