So, it occurs to me that I haven't posted anything about my first two books, Courage Rises and Courage Requires in quite awhile. I've been busy working on Headstrong, which is turning into quite a long project, and plotting out the stand-alone novel that will follow it. Headstrong is a modern JAFF with an E&D pairing, and you can follow the draft (it will be revised for publication this spring) at A Happy Assembly. The regency story that will follow it is still in the planning stages.
In the meantime, please take a look at the Courage series (really a pair of books with a strong CF presence, but which is also E&D-centric).
Description: Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, recently returned from the battlefields of Spain, calls on his cousin Darcy to help him fulfill a troublesome debt of honor. In her husband's absence, Elizabeth is faced with a crisis at Pemberley, and she must make a dangerous decision to keep everyone alive.
Excerpt from Courage Rises:
Elizabeth took her candle to the small writing table she had asked be placed in Georgiana’s room. Sliding one sheet of paper to her, she propped Fitzwilliam’s miniature up before her and began to write.
As I cannot know when I should expect to see you, I will write what I wish you knew, to explain what I intend to do and why I have done it. It is a relief to the press of my thoughts to release them here, where my doubts can cause no mischief. I miss you terribly and only wish I could speak with you and ask your advice.
Georgiana is very ill. Her fever is high, and her sleep is broken. She is attended by Mrs. Reynolds and myself. There is still no word from Mr. Waters, and I fear that he may have been taken ill as well. John has returned from town with no news of him, but can tell us that the illness has not spread to Lambton. Of course, the townspeople now know they should not directly approach Pemberley until we send word, and that is some comfort.
As to Pemberley itself, the ill are spread all about the estate. I know that you would tell me to send food and medicine out to the afflicted, my dear, but the truth is that there are not enough of us well to tend to those who are not.
I have had to make a decision, William, one which I daresay will not please you but that I hope you will come to accept. In the morning, if there is a break in the rain, we will strip the ballroom down, set up cots, and make it our sickroom. We will bring the sick to us so that we may offer proper care to each patient. Georgiana will remain upstairs and the others downstairs, and in this way I may be able to better manage both our resources and their care. I pray that I will soon be joined in this task by Mr. Waters.
I know that this exposes us, William, and I have struggled, knowing you would not have me do such a thing, but it is certain that we have already been exposed. We must have been, or Georgiana would not be ill. John takes your position admirably and tells me with his stoic manner and disapproving looks that this is not something a proper Mistress of Pemberley should undertake. He believes that it should be left to the families to do the nursing and that this is what you would wish. You know your stubborn wife and will not fault him for my actions, indeed, when you return you must thank him for taking your part. He has seen I am determined to do this with or without his help, and has promised to assist me if only to keep me safe, an office it is clear you have asked him to perform.
Dearest, I am convinced that while this may not be the proper course it is yet the correct one. The staff at Pemberley may not be our blood, but they are both our family and my responsibility.
If we can care for those who are now ill, I hope that no one else will be stricken. If I am wrong, I can only beg your forgiveness.
Your devoted Elizabeth