A gothic and steamy forced marriage variation At the Meryton assembly, Miss Elizabeth Bennet accidentally becomes trapped in a storage room with Mr. Darcy. When the two are discovered together, after a treacherous nail has done violence to Elizabeth’s dress, tongues wag, and the rumors decry Elizabeth’s reputation. For the sake of her family’s good name, Elizabeth agrees to marry Mr. Darcy. Given the circumstances, they have decided to live apart, and Mr. Darcy will ready a small estate called Leonane for Elizabeth’s use. Leonane itself, however, sits high on cliff top, an imposing fortress of a house, which all the servants have fled, claiming a curse haunts the place. When she and Mr. Darcy arrive, their carriage is destroyed and the horses disappear. Is it the curse? Or is there someone who doesn’t wish them to leave? Who wishes to trap them there? Readers should be advised that this title may not be appropriate for clean readers.

Mr. Darcy is the steward of a grand estate. Elizabeth Bennet is a lowly housemaid. It's P&P, but all the characters are servants below stairs All Elizabeth Bennet wants is to escape. The housemaid position in the refuge of Donwell Abbey seems to be the answer to all her prayers. She finds an immediate friend in fellow housemaid Jane Langley, and she respects the housekeeper, Mrs. Charlotte Lucas. Certainly, the steward, Mr. Darcy, is haughty and proper and thinks she’s not handsome enough to tempt anyone, but he’s easily avoided. Soon, however, Elizabeth must dodge the advances of the butler, Mr. Collins, who has determined making her his wife will greatly increase his happiness, and the jealousy of fellow housemaid Caroline Bingley. And if that weren’t bad enough, a dark man from her past lurks outside on the grounds, ready to destroy her new life. Mr. Wickham knows all her secrets, and he can crush her if so decides. Dear reader, this variation places all the characters we know and love as servants in Donwell Abbey—yes, Mr. Knightley’s Donwell Abbey. This timeline takes place after the events in Emma and features the happily married couple and a cantankerous Mr. Woodhouse. I wanted everyone to read it, so I did my very best to keep it clean. And I mostly succeeded (mostly, mostly, but you know me, so there are some innuendos…), however I could not help but write a bonus steamy wedding night scene at the very end of the book for my spice-loving JAFF aficionados! Enjoy!

When Elizabeth Bennet meets Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, she learns he is engaged to be married to Miss Caroline Bingley. He seems devoted to his bride-to-be, quite attentive to her comfort and always willing to escort her to bed when she falls asleep early in the evenings, as she is wont to do. They are to be married in something of a rush, it seems, as soon as the banns are read. Which is why it’s monstrous that Mr. Darcy looks at Elizabeth in that way that he looks at her sometimes, or that Elizabeth feels an odd stirring towards him. Positively monstrous. Beneath them both. And there is nothing for it, after all. Once a gentleman gives his promise to a woman, he cannot break an engagement. It’s against all codes of honor to do so otherwise. Mr. Darcy will marry Miss Bingley, and there’s no reason for Elizabeth to think it could ever be otherwise. Dear reader, this story features a good Mr. Wickham and a sympathetic Caroline. Obviously, Caroline doesn’t actually marry Mr. Darcy, but read this if you’d like to see just how badly they’re entangled, how we end up with Caroline happily ever after with Colonel Fitzwilliam, and how we get our dear couple sorted. Take note that there is content that may be objectionable to some readers, including nonconsensual activity, violence, and detailed lovemaking scenes.

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was in an awful carriage accident in the fall of 1811, and he never made it to see his friend Mr. Bingley’s rented house in Hertfordshire. He was laid up all through the spring of the following year, and so it’s not until August, as she’s touring Pemberley with her aunt and uncle, that Mr. Darcy first sets eyes on Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He’s sopping wet from a dip in the lake, and he should be mortified, but she manages to ease a dreadful pain in his hand—a malady that lingers from the carriage accident. Her fingers on his wet palm are some kind of sorcery, and she’s beautiful and witty, and he begins to feel his danger immediately. But then she is called home on urgent family business, and it’s some time until Mr. Darcy sees her again. When he does, he’s half-mad in his desire to be close to her. There is no barrier that will stop him—not her lack of connections, not her disgraced family owing to her sister Lydia’s indiscretion, not even propriety itself. Elizabeth Bennet has bewitched him, body and soul, and he must have her near him. Dear reader, this is a book you get when you cross the Colin Firth lake scene with the Matthew McFayden hand flex, toss in a bit of homage to The Crucible, and then somehow get buried in spicy scenes, including, er, a bit of size kink. Adventurous readers only, I’m afraid. You have been warned.

After Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s father is swindled in an investment opportunity, the family finds themselves in dire straits, and the eldest Bennet sisters must seek positions as governesses. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy needs a replacement for the disastrous Miss Younge, who brought his younger sister to near ruin at the hands of the late Mr. Wickham, so he hires Elizabeth. Wickham was killed in a flurry of violence. He threatened Miss Darcy with a knife; Mr. Darcy rushed to defend his sister; the end result was not entirely purposeful. Now, however, both Mr. Darcy and his sister are altered, and Elizabeth knows nothing of what befell them both. So, she arrives to an imposing and grim estate, a secretive and brooding employer, and a haughty and troubled charge. I’m afraid this is another of my out-of-character Mr. Darcy variations. I know not entirely what happened, but a bit of Mr. Rochester seemed to creep into him by degrees as I wrote, and I fear he is a bit darker than our own Fitzwilliam, though hopefully circumstances explain his behavior. I also failed at keeping it clean. Again. I seem to always fail at that, don’t I? Heavens.

Wealthy philanthropist Fitzwilliam Darcy, a handsome and brooding bachelor who yearns for love but doubts any woman could handle his obsessive tendencies, meets Dr. Elizabeth Bennet in the emergency room after Darcy's best friend, Charles Bingley, gets into an accident. She assumes they are a couple. As Darcy and Elizabeth unravel their misconceptions about each other, they have to decide just how far they're willing to go to accept each other's quirky ways.

A very different Darcy… Fitz Darcy is a second son, and his elder brother has inherited Pemberley and all the responsibilities that entails. So, Fitz has turned elsewhere to support himself financially. He owns an infamous gambling hell in London, partnering with his best friend George Wickham. He’s also infamous for other reasons, namely that is he widely considered the worst rake in all of England. Fitz has rules, though. Widows and other men’s wives are all fair game, but he doesn’t debauch innocent virgins. But then, at a trip to his aunt Lady Catherine’s country house, he first sets eyes on Miss Elizabeth Bennet, whose sharp tongue so readily handles his harridan of an aunt he can’t help but be intrigued by her. No, not intrigued, obsessed. Scruples be damned, he has to have her. He’ll stop at nothing to make it happen. The longer he pursues her, the more he begins to change in ways he can’t quite understand. What is it about this Bennet girl, and can his desire for her reform this wretched rake? Oh, this is not even remotely clean, dear reader. Also, quite obviously, both Darcy and Wickham are wildly out of character. I hope you enjoy this trip into an alternate imagining of the characters and situations we all know and love.