Bespelling Jane Austen: Almost Persuaded\Northanger Castle\Blood and Prejudice\Little to Hex Her

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But even if the whole world was against them, it would not matter. They were together—again. And this time they would remain together. Until death do them part and, of course, long after that.

What if Austen had believed in reincarnation and vampires? Join four bestselling romance authors as they channel the wit and wisdom of Jane Austen.

Almost Persuaded

In this Regency tale of Robert and Jane, New York Times...

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Overview

But even if the whole world was against them, it would not matter. They were together—again. And this time they would remain together. Until death do them part and, of course, long after that.

What if Austen had believed in reincarnation and vampires? Join four bestselling romance authors as they channel the wit and wisdom of Jane Austen.

Almost Persuaded

In this Regency tale of Robert and Jane, New York Times bestselling author Mary Balogh brings together former lovers who have seen beyond the veil of forgetfulness to their past mistakes, and are determined to be together in this life, and forever.

Northanger Castle

Caroline's obsession with Gothic novels winds up being good training for a lifetime of destroying the undead with her newfound beau, in this Regency by Colleen Gleason.

Blood and Prejudice

Set in the business world of contemporary New York City, Liz Bennett joins Mr. Darcy in his hunt for a vampire cure in New York Times bestselling author Susan Krinard's version of the classic story.

Little to Hex Her

Present-day Washington, D.C., is full of curious creatures in Janet Mullany's story, wherein Emma is a witch with a wizard boyfriend and a paranormal dating service to run.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Four romance novellas put a paranormal gloss on elements from Austen's work. Bestseller Balogh (A Precious Jewel) turns in the plodding "Almost Persuaded," wherein Jane Everett and Capt. Robert Mitford realize they're reincarnated soul mates. Gleason makes reference to her Gardella Vampire series with "Northanger Castle," in which pert Caroline Merrill, lover of vampire novels, suspects handsome Mr. Blanchard of being a bloodsucker. Krinard (Bride of the Wolf) sets "Blood and Prejudice" in New York where bookstore staffer Elizabeth Bennet encounters pharmaceutical CEO Charles Bingley and an unusual variety of vampires. Mullany (Jane and the Damned) gives us a witchy Emma Woodhouse running a dating service for Washington D.C.'s supernaturals in "Little to Hex Her." Though none show Austen's gift with character, humor, or irony, all but Balogh's are lively, and Mullany's sparkles with genuine wit. (Oct.)
From the Publisher

"Sweet, sexy, funny, [and] dark... provides both paranormal and Austen fans with something to savor."

—Library Journal

"Noted for romances that stretch the boundaries, Balogh is one of the premier writers of Regency-set historicals."

-Library Journal

"Witty, intriguing and addictive."

-Publishers Weekly on The Gardella Vampire Chronicles

"Susan Krinard was born to write romance."

-New York Times bestselling author Amanda Quick

"Mullany...takes the reader on a funny romp in this delightful Regency farce."

-RT Book Reviews on The Rules of Gentility

Library Journal
Putting a slightly different twist on the popular "reinventing Jane Austen" trend, this quartet of engaging novellas zeroes in on four of Austen's classics (Persuasion, Northanger Abbey, Pride and Prejudice, and Emma), adapting them with unexpectedly imaginative results. A couple kept apart by their flawed choices in past lives finally get it right in Balogh's gently mystical Almost Persuaded; a gothic novel-loving heroine on the hunt for vampires almost makes a deadly mistake in Colleen Gleason's lively Northanger Castle; Susan Krinard breathes contemporary zing into Elizabeth and Darcy's story in her clever, business-oriented Blood and Prejudice; and Emma continues her meddling as the witchy owner of a contemporary matchmaking business in Janet Mullany's funny, quirky Little To Hex Her. VERDICT Sweet, sexy, funny, or dark, this anthology is an enjoyable take on the otherwise overdone classics-revision craze and provides both paranormal and Austen fans with something to savor. [This was also touted in "BEA Beyond the Buzz," LJ 7/10.—Ed.]
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373775019
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 377
  • Sales rank: 1,434,244
  • Product dimensions: 8.54 (w) x 11.28 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Colleen Gleason has a degree in English and an MBA from the University of Michigan. After working more than fifteen years in sales and marketing, she owned her own business and worked for two startup companies. She's traveled to Paris, London and Tahiti, and currently resides with her family near Ann Arbor, where she writes full-time. Colleen loves to hear from her readers and encourages them to visit her website for updates and sneak peeks of future books. www.colleengleason.com

Susan makes her home in New Mexico, the “Land of Enchantment,” with her husband, Serge, her dogs, Freya, Nahla and Cagney, and her cat, Jefferson. Susan’s interests include music (just about any kind), old movies, gardening and getting out into nature. She also bakes a mean chocolate cake.

Janet Mullany was raised in England by half of an amateur string quartet and now lives near Washington, DC. Persecuted from an early age for reading too much, she still loves books and is an avid and eclectic reader. In addition to writing, she has worked as an archaeologist, classical music radio announcer, arts administrator, and for a small press.

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Miss Jane Everett, Middle Daughter of Sir Horace Everett of Goodrich Hall in Hampshire, did not call as often as she ought at the vicarage in the village nearby. She called everywhere else—on tenants and laborers and others, on those who were sick or elderly or in need of any sort. She took her duties very seriously.

Mrs. Mitford—the elder Mrs. Mitford, that was, great-aunt of the vicar—was definitely in need since severe rheumatics prevented her from going much farther from the vicarage than the garden, and even that was a great effort on most days. And she liked company. Perhaps she would have liked more of Jane's.

Louisa, Jane's elder sister, called at the vicarage far more often, though her visits elsewhere were rare and were always accompanied by such condescending pomp that Jane doubted anyone regretted their infrequency But she went to the vicarage to see the younger Mrs. Mitford, the vicar's wife. Amelia Mitford was quite happy to pay obsequious homage to the eldest daughter of a baronet, and since Louisa was always delighted to be worshiped and adored, it was in many ways a friendship made in heaven.

Edna, Jane's younger sister, almost never called at the vicarage or anywhere else unless it was to attend an evening party that promised lively entertainment, preferably dancing. Social calls were nothing but a dead bore, she always declared, when they must perforce be made on the same people, who invariably talked on and on about the same old things. Charitable calls were even more tedious because all the recipients wanted to talk about was their health, or rather their ill health.

Edna positively lived for the day when she would be married and have her own home and could expect other people to call upon her. However, the only really eligible gentleman in the neighborhood was William Burton, eldest son of Mr. Edward Burton of Highfield House, and William was far more interested in Jane than in Edna. He would not, of course, even consider Louisa since Sir Horace had always made it plain that he expected his eldest daughter to ally herself with no gentleman lower on the social scale than a baron. Louisa herself aspired to an earl at the least.

On this particular August afternoon, however, all three sisters were on their way to the vicarage, squeezed together on the seat of the gig. Jane would have preferred to walk, but she was outvoted by her sisters, the elder of whom did not wish to arrive with a reddened complexion and bedraggled hem, the younger of whom conveniently fancied that she had turned her ankle while strolling down by the lily pond the previous afternoon.

Jane sat in the middle, the least preferred seat, her arms pinioned against her sides. They were on their way to offer formal congratulations to elderly Mrs. Mitford on the occasion of her seventy-fifth birthday.

It was strange, Jane reflected as the carriage bowled along the driveway between sweeping lawns of the park, how the events of seventeen years ago could still embarrass her and make her reluctant either to call at the vicarage or to come face-to-face with elderly Mrs. Mitford.

She had been only four years old at the time.

Her mother, now deceased, had been returning an afternoon call made upon her two days before, and she was taking Louisa and Jane with her. Mrs. Mitford had been recently widowed, though she had remained at the vicarage, her husband's living having been granted to his son. She was a tragic figure nevertheless, Jane had overheard her mother tell her father before they left home, having suffered a great deal of trouble and loss in her life.

Jane's father had just succeeded to his title on the passing of his uncle. They had moved to Goodrich Hall only a week earlier, in fact. Jane had never seen either the vicarage or Mrs. Mitford before that afternoon. Though she was to disgrace herself horribly over both when she finally did see them.

She could remember it clearly now, though she had been very young then—and had tried her best ever since to block the memory from her mind.

She did not, after all, want to burn as a witch. Or be snatched away by gypsies.

"Oh, look," she had cried to her mother and Louisa, pointing excitedly at the vicarage as they approached in the carriage. "I used to live there."

Louisa had tutted and tossed her glance at the roof of the carriage.

"You are strange, Jane," she had said. "Why would you even want to live there?"

"You are mistaken, Jane," her mother had said kindly but firmly. "Of course we have never lived in such a small cottage. You really must learn to confine your imagination to the nursery and your dolls."

Jane had forever been suffering scolds for the vividness of her imaginings, which at the time she had called real and her father had called falsehoods and her mother had called inappropriate. Her nurse had occasionally made her stand in a corner to reflect upon her fibs.

After the housekeeper had admitted them to the house, Jane had looked about at the familiar scene with wide-eyed interest, noticing what was still the same and what had changed. And then, before she could say anything about her observations to her mother, a straight-backed, sweet-faced but sad-looking lady dressed all in black had stepped into the hallway to greet them. Jane had smiled brightly at her and committed the horrible social error of speaking up before any of the adults had had a chance to do so and before anyone had spoken to her.

"Oh!" she had cried—and she had laughed aloud with glee. "You used to be my mother."

Mrs. Mitford had looked mystified, Jane's mother had looked mortified and Louisa had smirked, because she was behaving with perfect six-year-old manners.

Jane had made matters worse before anyone could stop her.

"I fell in the river and drowneded," she had said, eager to explain. "The water wasn't terribly deep, and it wasn't terribly cold, either. But it took me by surprise and I drowneded. You need not have been dreadfully unhappy, though, and I would have told you so afterward if I could, but I couldn't. I went down and down into the water until I came to the light, and it was the most lovely light in the world. And he called me with his hands and I went and everything was—oh, so lovely that I didn't really want to come back after all. Not just then, anyway. But you can see now that you need not have worried. Here I am, safe and sound."

She had been beaming with happiness, her arms outspread, waiting to be recognized and embraced, when Mrs. Mitford crumpled into an insensible heap on the floor.

Back at Goodrich Hall a short time later, Jane had spent a few hours alone in the nursery, seated on a hard chair, before being fetched down to her father in the library and informed in a long speech, most of which she did not understand, what it meant to be Miss Jane Everett of Goodrich Hall, daughter of Sir Horace Everett, upon whose head she must never ever again bring down such shame. If she persisted in her wicked untruths, it was altogether probable the gypsies would come one night and take her away.

And back in the nursery she had faced what had seemed worse to her—her mother's sorrow. She had shed a few tears as she questioned Jane about how she knew the story of Mary Mitford, who had been abandoned by her lover and had then thrown herself into the river to drown. Though the official version was that she had slipped and fallen in and drowned by accident. Only so could she be granted Christian burial in the churchyard where her father was vicar.

"But it really was an accident, Mama," Jane had whispered. "I did not mean to fall in, and I did not mean to drown. Maybe I could have fought harder, but the light was so lovely. And he was there waiting for me, calling me with his hands. And then I was very happy. I had been sad before that."

Her mother had looked more troubled than convinced. She had taken Jane's hands and held them tightly while entreating her to curb her imagination in future.

Jane had promised. By then she was thoroughly frightened and did not wish to keep having the memories everyone called lies. She was afraid gypsies really would come for her one night when she was all alone in her bed and nurse far away in the next room.

That was not quite the end of the matter. The following day Jane's father had made mention of the burning of witches, whose numbers included those who lied and pretended to be dead people come back to life.

Her memories could not be memories, Jane had told herself, if everyone said they were not. The vicarage must look like a house she had once made up in her imagination. Mrs. Mitford must look like a mother she had invented for one of her games. She must have overheard some of the servants talking about the poor dead Mary Mitford, though she certainly could not remember doing so and she had only been at Goodrich for a week. Her mother said that was what must have happened, though.

And so Jane had suppressed all memories from that time on— or all memories that were unlike everyone else's anyway. She became a quiet, solemn, obedient child.

Her sisters had been talking all the way to the vicarage while Jane was lost in uncomfortable reverie.

"I do not know why our father could not spare the carriage," Edna was saying when Jane took notice. "There is not enough room in the gig. If Jane would move her arms forward instead of insisting upon keeping them at her sides, there would be more room for the rest of us, but it is ever her way to be selfish. I daresay I shall have a sore side all the rest of the day."

"I wonder," Louisa said, "if Captain Mitford has arrived at the vicarage yet. He is expected this week, according to Amelia, and it would be a courtesy to arrive on his great-aunt's birthday, would it not?"

"Who is Captain Mitford?" Edna asked, all sudden interest.

Louisa looked triumphant. She was fully aware, of course, that they did not know of whom she spoke.

"The Reverend Mitford's brother is coming to stay for a few weeks," she said. "He was in India with his regiment, but he was wounded a year or two ago and has only recently been well enough to come home to England to finish recuperating before rejoining his regiment in Portugal. I daresay he will be fighting the forces of that dreadful monster Napoleon Bonaparte before the winter is over."

"The Reverend Mitford's younger brother?" Edna asked hopefully.

"No," Louisa said. "He is the elder. And do not, pray, Edna, proceed to ask me if he is also handsome. I do not know the answer and would not be interested if I did. Rank and fortune are of far more lasting significance than good looks. The Mitfords are not a wealthy family nor a distinguished one. It is said they were in trade until two or three generations ago. It would not do for a Miss Everett of Goodrich Hall, even a younger sister, to fall in love with Captain Mitford."

"Oh," Edna said crossly, "you say that, Louisa, only because you intend to fall in love with him yourself."

Louisa's eyebrows arched upward.

"I have a better sense of my own worth," she said, "than to consider falling in love of any importance when I turn my mind to matrimony Edna."

While the two of them argued, Jane looked ahead along the village street to the church and the vicarage beyond it. There was some activity outside the latter. Two gentlemen, one of them the vicar, were dismounting from horseback and handing the horses over to a servant's care. The other gentleman was young, too, and taller than the vicar. He took a cane from the servant's hand and leaned his weight on it, his back to the approaching gig.

But her sisters had seen the gentlemen, too, and both of them leaned forward, releasing the pressure on Jane's arms but completely blocking her view ahead.

There was a chorus of greetings as the vicar handed first Louisa and then Edna out of the gig. At the same time he introduced them to Captain Mitford, his brother, and they exchanged bows and curtsies.

Then the vicar turned and extended a hand for Jane's.

"And Miss Jane," he said. "Last but by no means least."

He helped her down. The door of the house was opening to reveal Amelia Mitford. She curtsied and beamed at Louisa, who swept through the gateway toward her, followed by Edna.

"Miss Jane," the vicar said as they moved out of the way, "may I have the pleasure of presenting my brother, Captain Mitford? Miss Jane Everett, Robert."

As Jane had her first look at the captain, she prepared to curtsy and murmur what was proper to the occasion.

She forgot to do either.

She had never set eyes upon him before. Of that she was quite certain. And yet she knew just as certainly that she knew him. Deeply. Intimately. Her breath caught. Her stomach muscles clenched. Her knees turned weak.

Had she been able to think rationally, she would have assured herself that her temporary paralysis was not occasioned by his looks, though he was certainly a handsome man. He was tall with dark hair and smiling blue eyes and a sun-bronzed complexion.

He was broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, his long, shapely legs accentuated by the close fit of his riding breeches and supple leather boots. He was also leaning upon his cane as if he needed it to support his weight.

She would also have told herself that she had not fallen instantly in love with him. She had never been in love, and she was far too sensible to fall for a complete stranger even if he was a splendid figure of a man. She would even have said that it was not any real attraction that had bowled her over. Attraction ought never to be a purely physical thing. It was something that must grow gradually between a man and a woman as they became familiar with each other's character.

She did not know Captain Mitford's character.

She did not know Captain Mitford.

And yet she knew him. In the depths of her being she knew him.

As if she had known him for all eternity.

As the real world fell into place about her again and she completed her curtsy and her polite "How do you do, sir?" she did not know how long had passed. Probably not even half a minute. Although he had raised his eyebrows, no one else seemed to show any awareness that the world had stopped on its axis for some indeterminate length of time before lurching into motion again.

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  • Posted January 12, 2011

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    Entertaining Austenite Twists

    It's no secret I'm a huge Austen fan. I love rereading Jane Austen, I love the stories that put a twist on her classics so when I was given the chance to read Bespelling Jane Austen it was like an early birthday present to me.

    Almost Persuaded - This is very losely based off of Persuasion; the story of a woman who meets the man she was persuaded to turn down in her youth and discovers she still loves him. Almost Persuaded is the story of reincarnation. The story moves quickly, and reads a little cheesey, but it's cute and in the spirit of a true Austen heroine Jane goes after what she wants. There are some questions at the end of the story that are left unanswered, but I chose to believe that the story has a happy ending.

    Northanger Castle - Based on Northanger Abby, this story stays true to Caoline's obsession with novels and falling into the trap of an overactive immagination. I really liked this story. It has all of the same awkward interaction of Northanger Abby, but in a new setting. I really enjoyed the twist on the characters in this version. I won't give it away, but it's really good.

    Blood and Prejudice - This is the first one in the book that departs from the origional setting. A contemporary, business setting, the Bennetts have a family business that is in danger of being bought and maybe even shut down. The traditional roles of Darcy and Bingly are altered, but the characters go through many of the same motions. I thought this story was a little ambitious; it set out to cover the entire plot to Pride and Prejudice in a novella form. It was interesting and I thought that maybe if the plot had been scaled back and the characters allowed to develop and breathe a little it would have been a more captivating read - but it's fun and interesting and people who are familiar with the story will fill in the blanks regardless.

    Little to Hex Her - This was my favorite of the whole set. I'm sorry - I probably shouldn't chose favorites, but Little to Hex Her, a take on Emma, was so wonderfully done. In spirit to the origional Emma's tendency to match-make and always know best, in Little to Hex Her Emma is a match maker. There is boy drama galore, a shunned exlove interest to contend with, and moody werewolves and overly snappy vampires. I highly suggest Little to Hex Her.

    I really suggest this anthology. Even if you aren't an Austenite, you'll enjoy them!

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  • Posted September 8, 2010

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    Great anthology

    "Almost Persuaded" by Mary Balogh. Robert Mitford and Jane Everett recognize their love now and in a past life together.----------------

    "Northanger Castle" by Colleen Gleason. Caroline Merrill loves gothic novels starring vampires; she believes that Mr. Blanchard is an Undead while he has no time for literature or love as he battles vampires.

    "Blood and Prejudice" by Susan Krinard. In modern day New York City, Lizzie Bennet and Mr. Darcy dislike each other but team up to fight vampires. ------------------------

    "Little to Hex Her" by Janet Mullany. In DC paranormal matchmaking witch Emma Woodhouse needs the help of the wizard Mr. Knightley.-----------------

    These are four fun paranormal twists of Jane Austen classics with the best being Janet Mullany's entry.-----------------

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted March 2, 2011

    Very good read

    I very much enjoyed this combination of Austen an the paranormal mixed. Thank you Susan Krinard for putting it to gether.

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