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Book Discussion - Willoughby's Return

I feel very honoured that my Sense and Sensibility sequel, Willoughby's Return has been chosen for a book club discussion at Woodward Park Regional Library in Fresno, California on 25th August 2018 - I wish I could be there in person to share a cup of tea with you all! There's more info on Facebook @JaneAustenTeaandHistory Jane Odiwe

Searching for Captain Wentworth - Chapter Fifteen

Searching for Captain Wentworth A Timeslip Novel inspired by Persuasion Capter Fifteen Charles came to claim his dance. I needn’t have worried about not knowing what to do, though I began to think that hours spent watching Colin Firth dancing Mr Beveridge’s Maggot were not going to do me a lot of good. This dance was really energetic, more like the country dances I’d learned at school. Fortunately, only one couple started at a time, which gave me a chance to watch what they were doing. William Glanville and Emma led the dancing and as I tried to memorize the steps and figures, Charles demanded my attention. ‘Do you enjoy dancing, Miss Elliot? I must admit, it is my particular delight and the activity I miss most when I am away at sea. Indeed, whenever and wherever we disembark I will always head to the nearest assembly as soon as I can. No matter how tired after a voyage, a night of dancing always increases my spirits. My sister Jane always laughs at me abo

Searching for Captain Wentworth - Chapter Fourteen

Searching for Captain Wentworth A Timeslip novel inspired by Persuasion Chapter Fourteen It was something of a magnificent spectacle to see all of Bath decked out in their finery at the Upper Rooms. The place was full, every passage and staircase bursting with giggling debutantes, dour matrons, and gambling card-players, waving to other revellers in recognition as they tripped along in the tide, washing them through the doors of the ballroom, the tea and card-rooms. Our party headed f or the Octagon Room. Whilst Mr Elliot and Emma jostled for the best view by the fire, simultaneously grabbing the finest place from which to be admired, I glanced round to take it all in, committing to memory the beauty of the women dressed in bright silks and white muslin, the splendour of the men in dark evening dress. The looking glasses over each mantelpiece captured a cluster of fractured images displaying a handsome head, the eager glances of a young girl, or the silk-shod