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Pride and Prejudice: The Wild and Wanton Edition


  Pride and Prejudice

  The WILD and WANTON Edition

  Annabella Bloom and Jane Austen

  Copyright © 2011 by F+W Media, Inc.

  The source material, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, referenced for this book can be found at www.gutenberg.org/etext/1342 .

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  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.

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  ISBN 10: 1-4405-0660-4

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-0660-4

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-1128-4

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-1128-8

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Bloom, Annabella.

  Pride and prejudice: the wild and wanton edition / Annabella Bloom and Jane Austen.

  p. cm.

  ISBN-13: 978-1-4405-0660-4

  ISBN-10: 1-4405-0660-4

  ISBN-13: 978-1-4405-1128-8 (e-book)

  ISBN-10: 1-4405-1128-4 (e-book)

  1. Social classes — England — Fiction. 2. Young women — England — Fiction. 3. Sisters — Fiction. 4. Courtship — Fiction. 5. England — Social life and customs — Fiction. I. Austen, Jane, 1775–1817. Pride and prejudice. II. Title.

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  PRAISE FOR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: THE WILD AND WANTON EDITION

  “It is a truth universally acknowledged that the romance of Eliza Bennet and Mr. Darcy is told with a clever intelligence and great wit. Now it is also a work of captivating passion. Michelle Pillow [writing as Annabella Bloom] has honored Austen's original novel while giving readers an intimate view of this classic love story, taking the romance from the parlor into the bedroom. Do not miss this book.”

  — ALISON KENT, bestselling, award-winning author of over thirty works, www.alisonkent.com

  “Fans of Austen's classic will find the same great story, expertly embellished into this ‘Wild and Wanton’ edition that's sure to please readers who enjoy a spicier tale. If you ever wanted to know what Mr. Darcy was really thinking, check out this book!”

  — MEGAN HART, award-winning author of Pleasure and Purpose, www.meganhart.com

  “A sensual take on a favorite classic. You'll never look at Mr. Darcy the same way! Michelle Pillow [writing as Annabella Bloom] heats up the pages and makes the romance burn with passion. Unforgettable!”

  — CYNTHIA EDEN, award-winning author of Deadly Fear, www.cynthiaeden.com

  “We've never seen a hotter Mr. Darcy. I couldn't tell where Austen ended and Pillow [as Bloom] began … or put it down.”

  — CANDACE HAVENS, bestselling and award-winning author of Dragons Prefer Blondes, www.candacehavens.com

  “Michelle Pillow [writing as Annabella Bloom] has ushered the Austen we know and love into the new millennium. Wonderful!”

  — MANDY M. ROTH, award-winning paranormal author, www.mandyroth.com

  “Michelle Pillow [writing as Annabella Bloom] blends delicious sensuality and heat seamlessly into a classic beloved novel. A wonderful, romantic ride. Bravo, Michelle!”

  — DENISE A. AGNEW, award-winning author of Dangerous Intentions, www.deniseagnew.com

  “This spicy take on Pride and Prejudice leaves readers' hearts racing and fingers turning to get to the next page, to know about Elizabeth and Darcy — will they or won't they? I couldn't put it down; I had to know if their wild and wanton attraction would win in the end.”

  — CANDICE GILMER, www.Candicegilmer.com

  CONTENTS

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  NOTE FROM ONE OF THE AUTHORS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

  EPILOGUE

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  HOW CAN I POSSIBLY SAY a big enough thank you to the wonderful people in my life? Your love and support have been a true source of inspiration. To my mother, who nurtured my creativity, stood up to teachers who tried to doubt it, and let me raid her library. To my father, who instilled in me a great sense of honor and a love for learning, who also encouraged my artistic side when he gave me my first camera. To my husband, you are my knight in colorful armor. To my beautiful, talented, wonderful B, I know you will conquer the world. To my many sisters and the poor brother who had to live with us. To Carol, who has a generous spirit and an open kitchen filled with goodness. To Jean and Dave, who inherited me and did not throw me back. To Mandy M. Roth, a very talented writer and artist. I couldn't ask for a better friend, writing buddy, or sister. Thank you for being there for me. I love you all.

  To my agent, Laura Bradford of the Bradford Literary Agency, thank you for believing in me. You are a pleasure to work with. Also, to those who helped make this book possible: AE Rought, Gina Panettieri from Talcott Notch Literary, my editor Paula Munier, Meredith O'Hayre, and the people at Adams Media for giving me the chance to play in Jane Austen's world. And, of course, the talented Jane Austen, the grandmother of all us modern day romance authors.

  NOTE FROM ONE OF THE AUTHORS

  WHEN I WAS FIRST APPROACHED to work on this project, I was thrilled at the prospect of being allowed to play in Jane Austen's world. I've been a fan of Austen's sin
ce I discovered her books hidden on the shelves of the high school library, and have the greatest respect for her talent and imagination. The love story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy is easily one of the greatest romances ever written and I, like many Pride and Prejudice fans, long to know more, to peek behind the veil of this complicated relationship into the lives and private thoughts of these beloved characters — especially the enigmatic and often misunderstood Fitzwilliam Darcy.

  Though nothing can compare to the true originality of Jane Austen's work, it has been an honor working on this project. I hope you enjoy my peek into this world as much as I enjoyed writing it. Visit www.MichellePillow.com, where you can find deleted and expanded scenes and download free Pride and Prejudice: The Wild and Wanton Edition wallpaper and banners.

  Happy Reading!

  Michelle Pillow

  CHAPTER ONE

  IT IS A TRUTH UNIVERSALLY ACKNOWLEDGED that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little is known of the feelings or views of such a man upon his first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of one or another of their daughters.

  It is a truth not so universally acknowledged, that a young woman understands more about the ways of the world than she ought to know. In those unintentional lessons, rarely articulated but often learned, a woman understands she must be clever if she is in want of a desirable husband. Society expects this woman to be the picture of virtue and perfection, but men rarely fall in love with statues, which is why there is a vastly unspoken difference between the public and private thoughts of young ladies. Whereas public opinion makes ladies untouched by anything resembling the erotic, it was not unheard of to discover in the private diaries of these ladies that secrets of intimacy had passed between them and a fiancé. For a fiancé was as good as a husband and few saw reason to wait beyond such a happy occasion as a proper engagement, and these ladies only felt truly condemned if the act was not with a man of such position. In fact, it had been hinted nearly one out of every three brides gave birth to their first child a few months early.

  When it came to the business of marriage, Mrs. Bennet often said to her daughters, “When you are married, you will see the way things are. That is why you must trust your parents to such a serious affair. We have the foresight to make a decision of such importance — and though I myself have had my share of flirtations, I pride myself on my wisdom of such things.” Despite this comment, it was not a statement Mrs. Bennet had enforced upon herself in girlhood concerning her own marriage. Mr. Bennet, having been captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good humor which youth and beauty generally give, had married a woman whose weak understanding and illiberal mind had very early in their marriage put an end to all real affection for her. Respect, esteem, and confidence had vanished forever; and all his views of domestic happiness were overthrown. But Mr. Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on, and did not partake of any of those unseemly pleasures which too often comfort the ill-fated.

  Luckily for their second eldest daughter, Elizabeth, the education into the female arts did not rest solely upon the dear Mrs. Bennet's shoulders, but rather on the secret books circulated among their peers and the gossip of the maids. In improving her mind, she had come to expect much more in a man than simple fortune and social standing could give. Elizabeth put importance on love, happiness, laughter, and companionship; in finding a true match to her playful heart and generous spirit. In this she was irrevocably encouraged by her father who believed no man would ever be good enough for his Lizzy. So thus educated in the ways of catching a husband, she did not intend to use her education. To her thinking, such marital scheming was best left to her mother who, though loved by her five daughters, was silly enough to be ignored by them.

  “My dear Mr. Bennet,” his excited lady said to him one day when she believed them to be alone, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”

  Mr. Bennet replied he had not.

  “But it is,” she insisted, “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”

  Mr. Bennet made no answer.

  “Do you not want to know who has taken it?” his wife demanded impatiently.

  “You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”

  This was invitation enough.

  “Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England. He came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so delighted with it that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately. He is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”

  “What is his name.”

  “Bingley.”

  “Is he married or single.”

  “Oh, single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune — four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls.”

  Mr. Bennet pretended not to hear the giggling of eaves-droppers outside his window. “How so? How can it affect them?”

  “My dear Mr. Bennet, how can you be so tiresome?” His wife moved about the room in a well practiced show of exasperation. “You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”

  “Is that his design in settling here.”

  “Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so? But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”

  “I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party.”

  “My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.” Mrs. Bennet caught her wavy reflection in a windowpane and smiled briefly at herself.

  “In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”

  Mrs. Bennet's attempt to hide her pleasure at his compliment failed. “But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighborhood.”

  “It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”

  “But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.”

  “You are over-scrupulous, surely. I daresay Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you. I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls. Though, I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”

  “I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others, and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humored as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference.”

  “None of them have much to recommend them,” he replied. “They are all silly and ignorant like other girls, but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”

  “Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves.”

  “You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”

  Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of a fast mind, sarcastic humor, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied he
rself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married, its solace was visiting and news.

  Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley. He had always intended to visit him, though to the last assuring his wife he should not go, and till the evening after the visit was paid she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following manner. Observing his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he suddenly addressed her with, “I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy.”

  “We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes,” her mother said resentfully, “since we are not to visit.”

  “But you forget, mamma,” Elizabeth said. “Mrs. Long promised to introduce him at the assemblies.”

  “I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.”

  “No more than I,” said Mr. Bennet, “and I am glad to find that you do not depend on her serving you.”

  Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters. “Do not keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”

 
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