TTLBLAH ch. 41 is finally up

Yes, I'm so, so sorry for the delay. I got caught up with life and work and trying my own thing. You know how it is. Since I won that contest I've tried my luck in writing my own stuff. But I do intend to finish those stories I have started and posted. I have a ton lying on my computor too. Might finsih them too, you never know. ;)

Chapter 41: The Wicked Witch of the West

Caroline Bingley was used to get everything she pointed at. She had been daddy's little princess and had had him wrapped around her little finger since he first laid eyes on her as a new born. She had found early in life that she easily could manipulate the people around. But now he was looking at her reprovingly. Sure, he had allowed her to take a position in the company, but she could see that he was disappointed in her. Everything had been blown out of proportion and nothing really had gone as planned. Had everything gone as it should have, she wouldn't had been in this mess now.

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Chapter 35 of TTLBLAH is up

Yeah, so it took me a while, again. Sorry. Have started a new story, again, and you know how it is with new stories. They kind of demands your attention and you feel you have to write just to get to know what will happen. Even if you are the one writing it, the story has its own life. At least mine does. They never turn out exactly the way I have planned, really.

Sneak peak:
Chapter 35: A Home away from Home?
William felt proud as Elizabeth admired his childhood, well part of it anyway, home. His mother had decorated it with an eclectic mix of old and new. They would only be staying there for a couple of nights, then retrench to his apartment down town. There were only so much of his parents he could take. A couple of nights under their roof were sufficient enough to make him feel like five again. Altough it was nice to be pampered from time to time, it could be too much.

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Current Projects part 1 - Northern Sky

I always have a few stories on the go. I thought I'd present them for you, see if anything tickles your fancy... :P

The first one is a story about Lydia, which takes place after her alleged elopement from Brighton. What if she fell and hit her head?

Northern Sky - working title
A Pride & Prejudice- story
By: jakeline


Summary: AU regency fic. What if Lydia got as far as Gretna Green, but falls and wakes up with amnesia. Will this second chance make her more sensible?


Disclaimer: I don’t claim to be Jane Austen or own any of her characters, I merely borrow them as I see fit.


Chapter 1
    “Somebody, please, help me!” She was gasping for air. She tried to scream as she kicked her feet and with waving arms tried to remain above water but the weight of the dress and cloak was dragging her down. It was no use. The current soon caught her up in its grip. She could not find her way up again. It was dark and wet. She was tumbling in the water, feeling as if her lounges were bursting, her head pounding. Had she hit it in her fall?
    She struggled to keep her mind clear. She had no strength left to keep fighting for her life. Her mind began to drift. Silence was all around her. She sank into darkness. Is this it? she thought as she sank to the bottom of the river. She was on the brim of unconsciousness when she felt her body being tugged upwards again. Strong arms folded tightly around her. There was only one thought left in her head, safe, she felt safe.  

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    “Miss? Can you hear me, miss?” a dark voice asked anxiously. Cautios hands were caressing her face and she tried to open her eyes. “Miss? Can you hear me, miss?” Her eyes fluttered opened and she tried to focus on the direction from where the dark voice came. She stared up into dark blue and very worried eyes set in a handsome face. Suddenly aware of the state she was in she tried to sit up. “Do not move, miss. You might have a concussion. You took a really nasty fall, there.” He pressed her gently to the ground again. She let him, she did not have the strength to stay up. He was wet too. Was this her rescuer? Her hero? His dark hair was plastered down on his head, and he was coat less.
    “Where am I?” She coughed as she gasped for air. She tried to remember what had happened. She had fallen into the water, that much was clear, but before that?

She wakes up on the bank of the river, totally deprived of any memory of why she is in Gretna Green or who she is. Her rescuer is a blue eyed northerner, who is very handsome, of course. Sounds interesting?