I am having so much fun reading The Darcy Brothers! Oh my goodness. It is hilarious! You guys are going to love this book.
You’ll have a chance to win a copy in a couple of weeks (:
Here is an excerpt of the first part of Chapter 1:
“So tell me again, why am I going to Rosings?” Theophilus Darcy stretched his long legs across the floorboards of the traveling coach until his feet were not quite touching his brother’s impeccably polished boots.
Fitzwilliam Darcy grunted and shifted in his seat until his feet were free once more.
Theo grinned. So predictable. Why did he take so much pleasure in this?
Darcy clamped his jaws together and swallowed back his sharp words. Theo would not provoke him to intemperate speech, not today. Not again.
He drew a deep breath, savoring the fragrance of the newly refreshed leather upholstery. He would never admit it to his brother, but he delighted in the scent. Simple, elegant, and made to last, exactly as it should be.
“I asked you a question, Brother dear.” Theo tapped his boot against Darcy’s.
Darcy jumped. “Stop that. There is plenty of room in this coach without you crowding me.”
Theo chuckled and pulled back just enough that Darcy would have to concede he complied, but not an inch further. “So touchy. Always have been, as I remember. You never liked sharing a seat with me, even when we were children.” He tapped Darcy’s boot again.
How was it Theo never acted his age? Now six and twenty, he displayed less decorum than Bingley or even Georgiana. Would he never behave as a responsible gentleman ought? He was finally a barrister in his own standing now. How would he ever gain the confidence of the solicitors who would bring business his way when he continued to play the role of an ill-bred adolescent?
Darcy stared at the side glass. His brother’s reflection stared back at him. Theo was a handsome fellow, with a ready smile and easy manner, much like Wickham’s. Darcy’s stomach churned. No wonder he found it so easy to make friends.
Theo’s reflection grinned as he twitched his eyebrows into the expression he knew most rankled Darcy’s nerves. Blast and botheration! Could a man not even enjoy the scenery on a long journey? This would be a long three days indeed.
“I ask you again, why am I going to Rosings?”
Darcy huffed and the side glass fogged. “Apparently, to punish me by making this trip as unpleasant as possible.”
Theo barked out a full-bellied laugh. “Oh, I have not even begun. If that is my purpose, then I must apply myself more whole-heartedly to the task.” He slid down in the seat and parked his feet on the squabs beside Darcy.”
Charity Andrews 