Music Monday: Bitter Sweet Symphony, David Garrett

Has it only been a week since last Monday? That busy week felt much longer than just seven days! 🙂 But, again, I am not complaining. It was a great week! However, I am hoping for a slightly less busy week this week.

DavidGarrettVEVO. “David Garrett – Bitter Sweet Symphony (Official Video).” YouTube, YouTube, 25 Aug. 2017,

I only have one major thing on the agenda for this week — the release of One Winter’s Eve! I’m so excited to finally be able to share this story with everyone! One of the things (and there was a long list of them) that I did this past week to start getting ready to let everyone know about One Winter’s Eve was to create this video excerpt from the story. I hope to get another little snippet of text made into a video this week. I enjoy making them, and I think it’s a slightly more fun way to read a short excerpt. 🙂

One Winter’s Eve is currently on preorder at your favourite retailer at this link.

In other writing news, I was able to get in five days of writing time — four were spent on Enticing Miss Darcy, and one was spent on Confounding Caroline.  I managed to get two chapters of Enticing Miss Darcy posted to Patreon, and what I wrote for Confounding Caroline is awaiting a reread later this week before I schedule it on the blog and Patreon.

I think that’s all the writing news I have for now. [That seems like so few words for all the busyness of last week. :)] So that means it is time for me to share an excerpt from what I wrote during my last writing session. This portion has not yet been shared on Patreon, but it will be (probably tomorrow).  We have reached a slightly sad part of the story for Georgiana, but sometimes a lady needs a bit of a jolt to help her see what she needs to see. And, of course, this short, momentary pain will make the end result much sweeter. (And that is why I have chosen the song I chose for today — well, that and I happen to like the song. :).

AN EXCERPT FROM Enticing Miss Darcy:

“Wait here,” Elizabeth whispered to Georgiana. They had passed one set of doors into the ballroom, and there was a small alcove under the stairs where two chairs flanked a table. “You do not mind sitting here for a moment with her, do you?” she asked Miss Parkes.

“No, I do not mind at all.” Miss Parkes took a seat.

“I will get Lady Margaret,” Elizabeth said to Georgiana, “and then we will find my husband and your dance partner,” she said to Miss Parkes.

Georgiana watched Elizabeth scurry into the ballroom. She willed her tears to stay dried and not gather for a flood as they threatened to do.  She had not cried over a gentleman this much since Ramsgate.  She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, hoping that it would be impossible to shed tears when one’s eyes were open so wide. If it had not been so painful to refrain from blinking and holding them in such a position, it might have worked, but it was painful, and blinking could not be put off forever. So, she dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief and smiled apologetically at Miss Parkes. “I am not normally a watering pot.”

“Neither am I, but I can assure you that I cried for days after that house party in Warwickshire.” She scooted to the edge of her chair and turned toward Georgiana. “I was so distraught at the thought of losing him to some silly notion about the superiority of men in all things.” She paused. “I will grant them superiority in many things, but not all,” she said seriously. “I am not a complete revolutionary.” She gave Georgiana a crooked smile. “Not that Mr. Tibbett would agree.”

“Indeed,” Georgiana said with a small laugh.  “Do you really think he can be brought up to scratch?”

“Oh, I do.” Miss Parkes looked down at her hands, and for the first time in their short acquaintance, Georgiana saw her blush. “He once told me he loved me. The day before he left for school. He even kissed me, and wrote me a letter on my birthday each year he was away.” She peeked up at Georgiana. “I cannot believe a gentleman would forget a love such as that so easily. I have seen how he glares when I am laughing at something Mr. Ralston has said. Jealousy beats in his heart; I am almost certain of it.”

“I wish you well,” Georgiana said.  “I wish I could feel so certain of any man.”

Miss Parkes reached over, placed a hand on Georgiana’s hand, and lowered her voice to a whisper as Lady Margaret approached. “You will. Do consider Jack.”

Georgiana nodded but did not say a word for she could not if she were to keep from shedding more than one or two tears. Considering Jack was all she had done since he walked out of the ballroom door.

“My dear girl,” said Lady Margaret. “What have you done to yourself? Elizabeth says you are not feeling the quite the thing, and from the looks of you, I would have to say I agree.”

“You will see her to the carriage while I find her brother?” Elizabeth asked.

“I most certainly will,” Lady Margaret said.

Georgiana rose to leave.  “Thank you for sitting with me,” she said to Miss Parkes.

“Well, seeing as I was part of the reason for your tears, it really was the least I could do.”

“No,” Georgiana assured her. “I am the reason for my tears. I…” she shrugged as she could not continue and admit her guilt without those tears falling again.

“We should go find Mr. Tibbett,” Elizabeth interrupted.

“One moment, Miss Parkes,” Lady Margaret said before Elizabeth, and Miss Parkes could leave.

“Yes, my lady,” Miss Parkes responded with a curtsey.

“My granddaughter, Mrs. Pratt, informs me that you for some unknown and inexplicable reason wish to capture Mr. Tibbett.”

“I do.”

“Then be on with it. There was a loose stone on the paved path to the right in the garden during the ball last week. Perhaps it has not yet been repaired and could cause a lady to lose her footing.”

“Grandmother!” Georgiana gasped.

Lady Margaret looked at Georgiana and smiled but made no attempt to excuse herself for suggesting a compromise.

“I shall bear that in mind,” Miss Parkes said before joining Elizabeth and returning to the ballroom.

“Games,” Lady Margaret huffed. “As entertaining as they might be to watch, I do not like how they can get so turned about that my granddaughter is in tears.”  She took Georgiana by the arm and together, they went to retrieve their wraps.


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Leenie Brown fell in love with Jane Austen's works when she first read Sense and Sensibility followed immediately by Pride and Prejudice in her early teens. As the second of five daughters and an avid reader, she has always loved to see where her imagination takes her and to play with and write about the characters she meets along the way. In 2013, these two loves collided when she stumbled upon the world of Jane Austen Fan Fiction. A year later, in 2014, she began writing her own Austen-inspired stories and began publishing them in 2015. Leenie lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her two teenage boys and her very own Mr. Brown (a wonderful mix of all the best of Darcy, Bingley and Edmund with healthy dose of the teasing Mr. Tillney and just a dash of the scolding Mr. Knightley).

4 thoughts on “Music Monday: Bitter Sweet Symphony, David Garrett”

  1. Oh dear! Now I’m bursting with curiosity to learn what has happened to upset Georgiana. I’m still immensely impressed with the writing schedule you are able to accomplish!

    1. You know I could tell you what has happened, but I won’t. 😀 I love writing and most of the things involved with making it a business instead of just a passion. I can be a bit driven at times 🙂 and need reminders to stop and relax. But I really do love writing and miss it when I do take a break from it.

  2. I loved the music and the excerpt. Wow! Grandmother sounds like a force you wouldn’t want to come up against. Happy writing and thanks for all that you do.

    1. You’re welcome. Glad you like the excerpt. Grandmother is Lady Catherine’s mother, so there is tenacity to her for sure! 🙂 Thankfully, she is more reasonable than her daughter.

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