The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire Book Tour & Giveaway

The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire Books I and II by Colette L. Saucier Genre: Paranormal Regency Romance

FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER: The definitive vampire adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and its sultry sequel in one volume! Books 1 and 2 of the award-winning, international bestselling Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire, re-released in this special edition only on eBook for a limited time at an incredible price. BOOK I: Pulse and Prejudice Elle Magazine selection “A Most Inventive Adaptation” (April, 2016) Austenprose “Readers’ Choice, Top 5 Books of the Year” (2012) 1st Place Winner in Category, 2013 Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy – elegant, dark, brooding…vampire. The Master of Pemberley tells his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and forbidden love. “I cannot express enough how skeptical I was upon starting this book. Pride & Prejudice with a touch of vampires was enough to send me into fits of eye rolls. But, within only the first chapter, I found myself strangely drawn to the story. The vampire Darcy weaves his spell quickly.” – Austenprose Book II: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth In this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans. As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is? Or will his jealousy tear them apart? This is the sequel to Pulse and Prejudice; however, as it is not an Austen adaptation, the reader will find it darker, bloodier, and more provocative than Book 1. “After taking the plunge into this dark and haunting world, I am bloody thrilled to say that I just loved this sequel! The story examines the beauties and frailties of Darcy and Elizabeth’s love and devotion to each other while folding it into a world filled with gothic danger. It is action-packed and left me turning pages rather quickly, while at the same time being filled with well-developed characters whose inner turmoils make the reader empathize with each of their own plights.” C.A. Pepe, Just Jane 1813 Goodreads * Amazon

Colette L. Saucier is a bestselling and award-winning author in a variety of genres under multiple pseudonyms. Her novel Pulse and Prejudice, Book I: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire; the highly-acclaimed paranormal adaptation of the Jane Austen classic, was the 2013 Chatelaine Awards 1st Place Winner in Category, Romantic Fiction. Elle Magazine named Pulse and Prejudice a “Most Inventive Adaptation” of Pride & Prejudice in their April 2016 edition. It was also selected the 2013 1st Place Winner in Category: Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction. An abridged version of The Proud and the Prejudiced: A Modern Twist on Pride and Prejudice was selected a 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Semi-finalist and Austensque Reviews’ Favorite Modern Adaptation under the title All My Tomorrows. Colette’s latest release is the controversial erotic noir suspense, The Widow. She will be releasing Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire in eBook August, 2016, and print in October. A writer, world-traveler, empty-nester, and a literature, history, wine & cheese lover; Colette lives in Southeast Louisiana with her historian husband and their dogs. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Excerpt from Book I: Pulse and Prejudice

As he had done the previous nights, Darcy waited until the house had gone silent and opened
the door to Miss Bennet’s room. At first surprised to find Elizabeth was not in the chair beside
the bed, he then realized that, as Jane Bennet continued to mend, her sister need not tend to her
all night. He turned back into the hall and closed the door. Darcy instinctively knew Elizabeth
was in the next room. He stepped over and stood before the door, aware of her presence on the
other side.
Darcy leaned in with his hands on either side of the doorframe and let his forehead fall
against the door. He closed his eyes and imagined her lying on the bed, her hair splayed out on
the pillow, the eyes that had challenged him so brightly just that evening now closed in repose.
What little effort, how few steps it would take, for him to be upon her, taking what he needed,
sating his thirst.
He pushed himself away from the door and leaned back against the wall beside, despair
filling him. He had stood watch over Elizabeth and her sister for two nights and had come back
to do so again, to protect them from the very thing he now ached to do himself. The irony
sickened him but did not staunch his desire. Gathering all the resolve he knew it would require to
return to his room, he stepped away from the wall.
Darcy turned just as the door opened and Elizabeth appeared. They cried out in surprise
simultaneously.
“Mr. Darcy!”
“Eliz-a-Miss Bennet!”
She was dressed in her night-rail and wrapper; and, though more modest than even her day
dresses, the sight set his nerves on edge. Her hair hung down as he had imagined. She held one
hand to her heart as the other gripped a candlestick.
“Mr. Darcy, you frightened me! What do you mean by all this skulking about in the dark?
How can you even see where you are going?”
He steadied himself before speaking. “I seem to have mislaid my book. I was unable to sleep
and thought to read.”
“The Lord Nelson? I believe I saw it in the library on the sideboard.”
He nodded. “That would be a good place for it.”
She smiled. “Indeed. Although if you are looking for the second volume, you may have to
wrest it away from Miss Bingley,” she said with a glint in her eye. He smiled at that; but then
they both became sensible to the impropriety of their current circumstance and their close
proximity. “I was on my way to check on Jane.”
He knew he should step aside, but he did not. He knew he should look away, but he did not.
He held her eyes in his stare, his resistance faltering. Another moment and he might have moved
towards her, reached his hand to hold the nape of her neck, pierced her flesh with his aching
teeth, pressed his mouth upon her lips; but the light from her candle illuminated his face, and he
saw his wan reflection in her eyes. As with all those with his curse, he could not bear the sight of

his own reflection, a vision of death itself. Her candle flickered out in an instant, and she gasped
and broke her gaze.
“There…must be a draught,” she said. They were in darkness, save the moonlight from the
window behind her, as soft as her voice. Something made her step back from him; then she
turned away. “Let me find the tinderbox.” When she looked back, he was gone.

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