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I love these characters, and I LOVE the dialogue. The names in this book are all related to Jane Eyre, however the characters are not like their Jane Eyre counterparts. The male lead, Grayson Poole is nothing like the surly nurse, Grace Poole. I wrote this book for NaNoWriMos November challenge and then edited and edited, then edited some more. Now it’s my sister’s turn.
Jane Eyre Austen is a 54,400 word story written in present time, however they main characters enjoy reliving the Regency Era. I have always adored the verbal sparring between Edward Rochester and Jane Eyre, as well as Darcy and Elizabeth. While rereading Jane Eyre for the umpteenth time, now as a mother of two young women, I realized that it is her quick wit and tongue that I love the most. I wanted to create a romance that was sweet, with a strong female character. Jane Eyre Austen is a strong woman, also with a quick wit, and ready to verbally challenge the very handsome Grayson Poole.
Review from amazon.comA very interesting twist with dialogue belonging to another era mixed with current life and dialogue. Characters were well developed and fun. Story kept my interest from beginning. I always know it was a good book when I am sad to see it end.
“I believe you know me better than most, Ms. Eyre.”
She arched a brow, “Perhaps I do. I am afraid that I do not see a woman worthy of your singularity.”
He stopped, looking at her carefully, “Singular? In what way?”
“Sir, I did not mean to offend. I find you an enigma, brilliant, kind, caring, and yet you seem to remain closed off to others.”
“I am not offended, relax my dear Ms. Eyre. I am quite closed off; I am amazed that you perceive me to have so many good qualities.” He began walking.
She smiled slightly, “As I stated, my dear sir, I do not know you well. However, I have benefited first hand your kindness this very morn.”
“Well then sir, do you have a preference of dress? There are many dresses here marketing appropriate women.” She said acerbically.
“Do you not market yourself? You look lovely tonight Jane.”
“Market myself, no sir. Do you judge my character thusly?”
“You scorn how they dress then.” Humor laced his words.
“I do not judge their costume; I choose not to dress in that manner.” She replied.
“What manner is that?”
Her eyes flicked to the shoes of a well-appointed woman leaning on a man. “On her perfectly pedicured feet, I’m sure, are a month’s expenses.”
“So your disdain is not in their dress, but their economy.”
“No sir, I dare not judge their economy, or their choices. I simply state that I have not the same inclination, nor would I find enjoyment in dressing thusly.”
“Perhaps you feel unworthy.”
A small smirk hinted at her lips, “Again sir, you deem to judge my character.”
“No, I wish to know you better, to understand you.” He said it gently, sincerely.
“Then I shall attempt to explain. I do not feel unworthy; I find comfort in my plainness. I enjoy the anonymity of it. I do not seek the attention of others; I should be uncomfortable dressing as a peacock, having others judge the worthiness of my character by the feathers I preen.”
He drew in a sharp breath, “You have a wicked tongue, to be sure. I haven’t been scolded so since I was ten. Does your plainness allow you to express your opinions so bluntly?”
Her eyes cast down, “No sir, I believe the mask is assisting my tongue tonight.”
He chuckled softly, “I’m glad of that. To think I should be scolded so severely by you always is intimidating.”
“You shall think nothing of this tomorrow, I’m sure.” She held his gaze evenly.
He grinned, “I shall think of nothing else, I am sure.”
Her cheeks flushed, “You have spent far too long in the company of this peahen sir; the others await your company.”
“And if I choose to stay?”
“Then sir, you risk having your judgment carefully parsed and examined, each movement you make on display for all to scrutinize. I wish to be no part of that, so I bid you goodnight sir.” She curtsied and left his side, walking purposefully toward the kitchen. He watched her move with grace, and recognized the slight sway of her hips, a confident and feminine sway. A sway that was not aggressive or seductive just feminine. Grinning stupidly he headed to the bar, ordered a drink, and tried to put the image of her out of his head. Her words still clung to him, haunting him. It would take more than whiskey to wash those away.
“And what were you discussing with Ms. Eyre?” Grayson asked his friend.
“I was asking about you and your little game.” Clayton said evenly.
“Perhaps you think her a spy? Are you Ms. Eyre, have you come to my employ to spy on the workings of Poole Enterprises?” he smirked.
Suddenly Clayton’s interest in her made sense, she arched a brow and answered drily, “I’m sure that would be an interesting profession, but sadly I lack the guile for such an endeavor.”
Gray chuckled, “Sadly, Ms. Eyre? Do you find deviousness a trait you aspire to attain?”
She grinned and tilted her head, “In retrospect sir, I believe that trait would have saved me many a lonely weekend.”
“You would use guile to fill your weekends then?” his voice was deep, and she liked the way it rumbled through her brain.
She took a moment, “No sir, you misunderstand me. I have spent many a weekend in, per my parent’s request, in order to better reflect on my character flaws. If I had enough cunning, I believe in hindsight, I would have not been as obvious in my indiscretions of youth.” She blushed slightly remembering getting caught for toilet-papering her PE teacher’s house.
Gray’s head tilted back and he laughed loudly, Clayton looked confused, “What did I miss?” he muttered.
Jane took pity on him, “I merely said that if I was a little more devious, I wouldn’t have been grounded so often.”
Clayton looked at her drily, “Why couldn’t you just say that?”
Gray finally recovered, “You must admit, Clayton, it sounds better the first time she said it.” He turned to Jane, “It appears Clayton does not approve of our game. Does that make him Darcy then, in our game?”
Jane blinked, “Sir, would that make you Bingley?”
He appeared thoughtful, “Jane and Bingley.”
Jane blushed, “I regret to inform you, sir, that you lack the affability of Bingley, and my character could never be confused with the sweetness of Jane Bennett.”
“I lack affability? Did you hear her insult me Clayton?”
Clayton rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I heard, Mr. Sociable.”