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A Timeless Love
A Sequel to Nine Ladies
Available June 1, 2026
He gladly left the nineteenth century behind for her.
She wonders if she was worth his sacrifice.
Does the sudden appearance of a time traveler at Nine Ladies put their happy modern life at risk?
Thirteen years ago, Fitzwilliam Darcy embraced everything the twenty-first century offered and moved forward in time through the Nine Ladies stone circle to be with the love of his life, Elizabeth Bennet. Now with a young daughter and a present-day incarnation of Pemberley, Darcy’s happiness is disrupted when his sister unexpectedly appears on the summer solstice. His delight at seeing her quickly turns to alarm when he fears her visit could cost him everything.
Elizabeth, estranged from her own family, is delighted to have Georgiana with them for three months. But Darcy’s strange behavior makes old insecurities resurface as she doubts she was worth everything and everyone he gave up to live with her in the twenty-first century.
Georgiana’s arrival forces Darcy and Elizabeth to face fears they both thought were left in the past. Why has Georgiana travelled through time to see her brother, and what will happen to modern Pemberley when she returns home?
Can they repair their misunderstandings and prove their love is still timeless?
This is a low angst, open door sequel to the Pride and Prejudice variation Nine Ladies
Excerpt
In this excerpt, Darcy and Elizabeth's quiet evening in June is shattered when one of their employees knocks on their door late at night with alarming news.
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A sharp knock at the door broke them apart, and they looked at one another in alarm. They had carved out private apartments for themselves from Pemberley’s first floor. There was another door to a flight of stairs to the exterior of the house, but this one accessed the public rooms. They had wanted to enter directly into the house when needed, but it was a hidden door used by the family.
“Who would work in the house at this hour, and on a Sunday?” Darcy asked. Elizabeth managed the museum and house staff while Darcy directed the tenants, home farm, and stables. She shrugged in concerned confusion.
Darcy picked up his phone to look at the app connected to the camera outside the door. “It’s Tom Roland,” he said as the frantic knocking continued.
Their groundskeeper had been in his employ nearly since Darcy had staggered out of the stone circle thirteen years ago to find Elizabeth and reclaim Pemberley. Now in his thirties, Roland had grown even more dependable, a trait Darcy was certain correlated to more responsibilities and less time spent on video games.
Elizabeth turned off the music as Darcy strode to the door. Roland barged in, stark white and rambling. “I thought you were barmy. I really did!”
Roland turned in a complete circle, looking all round, but appeared to see nothing. Darcy shared an astonished look with Elizabeth. Roland’s hands shook, and he was pale as death.
“Here, sit down, and tell us what’s wrong.” Elizabeth tried to steer Roland to a chair, but he paced restlessly.
“Not that it’s hard, and you pay me well.” Roland was out of breath. “But I really thought you were mental.”
This was directed at Darcy, and Elizabeth said quietly, “He means he thought you were mentally ill, like you were crazy.”
“Oh, I got that one,” he said faintly, eyeing Roland and considering that if anyone had lost their senses, it was his groundskeeper.
“See!” Roland cried, pointing at him. “That. The way Mrs Darcy translates English to English for you. Or how you hate talking on the phone more than any millennial I know. Sending me out to Stanton Moor at sunset in June and December to ‘look for anyone who doesn’t belong’? Mental. But whatever. Weird ask, but easy.”
Elizabeth gasped and turned to Darcy. “What’s the date? Is it the solstice?”
A creeping alarm descended over him. The power held in the stone circle four miles away was hardly something they thought of any more. He felt absolutely sick with fear. “Did you find someone at Nine Ladies?”
Roland fell into a chair by the counter and placed his head in his hands. Darcy poured him a glass of whisky, pressed it into his hand, and ordered him to drink it.
“What happened?” he asked, not certain he was ready for the answer.
“I followed those strange instructions you gave me when you first hired me, before Pemberley even reopened. Summer and winter solstice, sunset, go to Nine Ladies and see if anyone shows up who ‘doesn’t belong,’ whatever that means. Bring them back to my house. Don’t let anyone see them, and come find you.” Roland took another long drink, his hands still shaking.
“I never thought it would happen,” Darcy whispered to Elizabeth. At that time in history, no one had reason to wander the moor at night. It was more likely someone from 2026 would have the misfortune to fall back rather than anyone come forward from 1826.
A stomach-turning terror washed over him.
What could happen to the life he and Elizabeth built here if his secret was exposed? Someone from the past who saw Pemberley now might go back and change something that undid everything his family had fostered.
By accident or on purpose, they could reverse the carefully orchestrated events that led to the happiness he had with his wife, perhaps even erase his daughter’s entire existence.
