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  Darcy and Bennet. Willena Darcy Edward Bennet

  Her Pride and

  His Prejudice

  Description

  This is a Happily Ever After, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that brings two very different people together in a way they never thought possible.

  NOTE TO READERS: If you love the work of Anna Hackett and Eve Langlais you will love this. This is a romance, filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females who know how to hold their own. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

  This novel is written mainly in British English, with American words and slang from both.

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  Her pride and his prejudice, what could go wrong?

  An alternative fantasy hot romance.

  This is a Happily Ever After, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that brings two very different people together in a way they never thought possible.

  NOTE TO READERS: If you love the work of Anna Hackett and Eve Langlais you will love this. This is a romance, filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females who know how to hold their own. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

  This novel is written mainly in British English, with American words and slang from both.

  ***

  Her pride and his prejudice, what could go wrong?

  An alternative fantasy hot romance.

  No good deed goes unpunished..... Or does it?

  She'd been a good Samaritan. An everyday middle-aged chick not looking for a sex god but kinda found one. Thank you G!

  Sucked into a whole new world of look-alike mature, stacked and packed, boy band look-a-likes with a kick-ass attitude. And he, was the hottest of all. Same old story, she was too old, he was too young…. What’s a girl to do?

  There's a war going on that no human knows about and o yeah, those kick-ass super studs, they happen to need blood. Had she been living under a rock?

  Getting caught up in it was not the best day a girl had. Or maybe it was…

  She was a sucker for a boy band and those sweet things and some of that candy would be nice....

  Copyright January 2020

  All Rights Reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, except for the case of brief quotations in reviews and articles.

  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

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  A word from the Author.

  Hello, I'm Jessie and I thank you for buying this book! I know you did not have to.

  There are so many choices out there. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that someone else will enjoy one of my stories. And for me, it's about telling a story that I'd like to read myself.

  I am not caught up in POV or literacy genius. It's simply not me or my style and I will never be that person, so I apologize to all those who are focused on the POV and the genius of literacy. I envy those that are.

  On the days where my pain and meds stop my thinking processes, writing these books have been my lifeline. It reminds me that I still have the ability to rise to the challenge and that I refuse to go quietly into the night.

  But, I'm just like you, someone who wants to bring some passion into my life and hopefully yours too. A good story that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into our reading. We all love a bit of that!

  And, I hope I achieve that for you in this book. I sincerely hope you enjoy it so much that you want to look out for the next in the series. (Coming soon) And if I'm lucky, you will have had such a good time, you'll recommend it to your friends and I thank you kindly.

  My very best wishes to you and yours. Jessie x

  About the Author;

  Jessie, (pseudonym) is married with sadly no children but 3 wonderful dogs that fill her life with much laughter, joy and love. She is a ‘second mother’ to her foster children, now grown with children of their own who call her grandma and her husband’s two children and her nephews who she accepts, she spoils rotten.

  Having been a 30-year career social worker. Now retired due to ill health. And many years of supporting services across all sectors and leading several teams, Jessie has now turned her attention to another love of her life, books.

  In a career that required the ability to write court paperwork, lengthy reports, create protocols and procedures, and having been published in a medical journal for a study on addiction, Jessie is now concentrating on producing stories she would love to read and buy herself. When not busy on her lap top you will find her cooking, reading her favourite authors or swimming in the sun.

  She hopes you can join her on the adventure….

  Get in touch with Jessie for her mailing list ….

  https://www.facebook.com/Jessie-Rose-Case-270737356695855/

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  First

  She still couldn’t figure out why she’d decided to do this. Not that she disliked old Leeson. On the contrary, she was fond of the tough old goat. So when he’d called round unexpected like and asked if she’d take a present to his sister on her birthday, well who was she to say no, right?

  It was just so sweet. After all those years they still did presents. Leeson had to be 90 if a day! She knew siblings that stopped giving presents practically at birth and were more likely to give a kick in the shin or a punch to the guy and that was just at hello!

  It was just so cute.

  Her heart had gone all gooey at the biggest Awwww it could muster when he’d asked. She thought she might have said that last bit aloud cos he’d got all weird on her practically throwing the present at her and going back to his crotchety old self. But hay, for a second there, he looked almost normal. Whatever the hell that was. But it was just so cool.

  Could she still say cool nowadays?

  The hell if she knew. She wasn’t exactly up on this generation’s chitter or twitit. Bloody hell, what was all that about anyway? Hashish this hashish that. Who the hell gave a hashish!

  All she needed a phone for was to make a call
and send a text.

  So okay she’d admit, it was a handy camera when she’d needed one and the light had saved the day on more than occasion but damn, it’s a bloody phone not an arm or a leg. All those self-gratification photo’s preening themselves to put out there. She shuddered. Yuk. Will rolled her eyes. Do they have no self-respect?

  Cindy, that waitress in the Diner had laughed at her when she’d told her that after catching her taking a ‘selfie’, with her phone. Was that a thing now? Like I need to look crap and take a picture of me in the foreground so you can see just how crap I am with a background? So okay, we’ve established she’s not up on all that ‘stuff’ and it was NOT on her ‘to do’ list these days.

  Do other people still have ‘to do’ lists? Or was she now alone in that as well as everything else. Who knew? Who cared?

  And what the fuck was a ‘selfie’ all about anyway? Just why? What the hell for? It was all a mystery to her and quite frankly she was happy to leave it there.

  She’d finally pulled into Alison’s driveway and she’d practically jumped up and down at seeing her get out her truck with Leeson’s present firming in her hands. Practically clapping with glee. Quite a feat for an elderly woman with a stick.

  Clearly a bit younger than Leeson and a child of the 70s with all that hippy dippy look going on but it suited her. Will smiled. In the face of Alison’s happy, the two-hour plus journey to get there, didn’t seem so much after all.

  And she’d insisted on biscuits and coffee as a thank you, along with some homemade cake to go. Who was she to say no to cake! It was her favourite word. With a word of warning that Will was happy to oblige, none for Leeson, he was diabetic.

  Having seen the cake, with all its frosting and toppings Will thought she might be diabetic after eating it too. But it was kind of her.

  The insistent card reading not so much.

  Turned out old Alison not only aided in giving heart attacks and making people diabetic with her sugary treats, but she also read Tarot. For years apparently and not a crystal ball in sight. Like, for a living. Did people really do that? Could you make a living and not starve from reading cards to people?

  Will wished she’d thought of it. Could have saved her years of paying back college fees for an education that hadn’t got her anywhere. Go Alison!

  Humouring the old dear wasn’t a chore. The cookies were really good so what did it take to hold out that hand. Having been to a fair or two, she had some idea of what to expect. Or she thought she did.

  So there she’d sat there nibbling on her cookies, making small talk while Alison shuffled the cards, then told her to ‘split’ the deck and asked her if she was ready. Ready? Ready for what exactly? Not that she’d told her that, she’d just nodded politely, and Alison drew off the top cards.

  As each one hit the table in between them, Alison hummed thoughtfully at first, then the second hit and her eyebrows crossed, then she hesitated to pull the third and did and she drew in a sharp breath and sat back. Okay so not what she’d been expecting. Was that bad?

  It was like she was calculating something and that frown was getting bigger by the second. Will sat there waiting for the ‘you will meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger’ and nearly had a fit of giggles but held it back. Not the time Will.

  Alison stilled, blinked, then stood quickly and looked at her. “Time to go. Things to do. You need to go now.” And ushered her to the door faster than Usain Bolt could run the hundred meters.

  She’d staggered back down the steps to the driveway more than a bit put out having been practically shuffled out the door. Which was like rude. Cos having got in her story telling mo jo zone in place she now inexplicably really wanted that reading. How weird was that. With Alison then waving like crazy at her, Will had waved back, then Alison seemed to get fed up with that and was signalling like ‘get the fuck off my property’.

  Will had jumped back in her car and drove away. Seeing a relieved Alison slumping in her porch chair from her rear-view mirror.

  Yeah, she’d decided. Those cookies weren’t that good to be coming back anytime soon. Old Leeson could deliver his own bloody birthday presents from now on.

  Not that she really minded the drive. It was a lovely day. They lived in more wilderness than town and that suited her. She wasn’t much of a people person, hated neighbours that decided to ‘drop by’ or even say hello too often.

  Nosey more like. Bored with their own lives. Needing someone to talk about to the other gossips in the neighbourhood.

  O it came in various forms.

  ‘Just being neighbourly’ they’d say, ‘are you on your own?’ in other words, are you a threat to my husband. Are you looking for a husband?

  Or the, ‘I’d have brought you over a pot roast, but I can see you’re a good cook’. You’re fat.

  ‘We’re having a BBQ and we’ve some friends we’d like you to meet.’ Single male friends that had been dumped, divorced, or were not in a relationship for a very good reason.

  ‘Haven’t seen you at church’. You’re godless and need him in your life. Ummm well…. That was soooo much fun and a BIG pass.

  There was only so much a woman could take when what you really wanted was solitude. In the words of the great Greta Garbo ‘I want to be alone’!

  So okay that was probably all a bit harsh and a bit bitchy but it wasn’t untrue. There were genuinely ‘nice’ people out there and some she genuinely did like. Trouble was, they all came as one big package. Take the good with the bad and no, no thanks.

  She liked her solitude. It worked for her. So when she’d seen that house on the market, not even looking for it, something told her it was for her. So she’d up and sold, packed and gone within week two weeks. What you could get in the sticks for the same money was simply amazing. And it was perfect.

  It had belonged to a ‘Prepper’ who’d passed on. Apparently, they were into preparing for the end of days. The Zombie apocalypse. The atomic bomb being dropped you name it he was ready for it. His family not so much. They preferred the bucks instead cos they were big on ‘living for the now’ instead of living with hundreds of tinned, jars, packets of food and all manner of other stuff she’d found on buying it and the house and secure land. Go figure.

  She’d got an excellent price for it too because they didn’t want the hassle of cleaning it out. Will had taken one look at the pantry and extended secure storeroom behind it and knew exactly why they didn’t want to do it. It would take months

  She didn’t mind though. She had time. And six months later, she was still going strong.

  Leeson had come by to say ‘howdy’ that first week. Told her he was her nearest neighbour, 3 miles thataway and pointed off in a vague direction telling her he’d been friends with Billy, whose house it had been for years before he’d passed.

  Then got down to brass tacs before she could even get the words ‘would you like a drink’ out. He came out with did she want any help to get rid of all that food?

  Leeson clearly knew a good thing when he saw it. She did need help and he was rubbing his hands together and walking right on in.

  And he’d come by each week, taking a bit more and a bit more, like she’d become his own personal store. She’d found him routing through piles of rice, pasta, tins, packets, bottles of water, loo rolls, jars and god knows what else, like he was looking for gold.

  Not that she thought there was any actual gold in there. Billy had clearly spent it all. And not that she minded. She liked Leeson’s short and to the point attitude. He’d shop and be gone. She thought turning up with his own trolley was a bit much but hay ho. Each to his own.

  And the more he took, the less she had to deal with and apart from a couple of no holds barred arguments over owner’s keepers of jar’s of peaches and apples, cos man they were sooooo good, it had worked well.

  Exchanging phone numbers in case of emergency seemed like a good idea and that’s how she ended up kinda being friends and delivering Alison’s birthda
y present. So….. maybe not.

  The woodland tree lined road was pretty spectacular as the leaves turn to autumn and for a moment, she thought about taking a picture with her phone. Then cringed. Rocky road. It’s a phone Will, she reminded herself. It just happens to have a camera. Big difference. Whatever. What would she do with the pic anyway? It would sit on her phone until it came off somehow and go to that magical place where things float in a ‘cloud’ somewhere never to be seen again.

  I mean really! Who thought up that shit? A cloud? Like anyone believed electronic stuff was being held in a ‘cloud’. So okay she knew it was a name for a hub. So why not just bloody say that. What’s with all the terminology? It was just annoying.

  “Everyone can have their own personal cloud,” the salesman had told her eagerly when she’d bought her top of the range laptop that was probably already three years out of date by the time she’d bought it. Because come on, no one in that industry who makes that stuff is going to sell on their good stuff to the gen public.

  No, they were keeping that shit under wraps in case of their own Zombie apocalypse.

  She wasn’t stupid but she didn’t need it either. So it was all good. They could keep that mystical cloud. She had real life all around her.

  Will breathed in the cool air. She liked to drive with the windows open a fraction, take in some real air not the regurgitated air in the truck. Sometimes it affected the aero dynamics of the truck, but she didn’t care. AC just didn’t do it for her. This was her happy place right here.