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July 27, 2015

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Book 6 in the Mister Darcy series comedic mysteries
MISTER DARCY’S HONEYMOON A Mister Darcy series comedic mystery


Based on the enduring characters created by Jane Austen, this is a contemporary spin on a classic tale of love denied, and love discovered. Each novella is part of the Mister Darcy series but each adventure can be read as a standalone.  
Under the guise of honeymooning, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy set off to save a quartet of domestic maids being held hostage in London and to return the legendary Red Rosary to the Templars’ treasure vaults. Can they avoid Caroline Bingley, evade the sinister men from Rome, and will they ever get to enjoy their honeymoon?


Book Six in the Mister Darcy series by Barbara Silkstone
Mister Darcy’s Dogs ~ Book One Mister Darcy’s Christmas ~ Book Two Mister Darcy’s Secret ~ Book ThreePansy Cottage ~ Book Four Mister Darcy’s Templars ~ Book FiveMister Darcy’s Honeymoon ~ Book Six

Barbara Silkstone is the best-selling author of the Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider series of comedy mysteries. Her Romantic Suspense Fairy Tales series includes: The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland, Age 42 and Three-Quarters; Wendy and the Lost Boys; Zo White and the Seven Morphs. For a squirt of paranormal comedy try Cold Case Morphs.
Excerpt:  Chapter One

Just as I felt nothing could possibly shake my world, my husband whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow’s the day.” We were in the library of Darcy’s penthouse and I had just settled into one of our two armchairs, wearing a pale-green nightgown and matching robe. A book about Anne Boleyn rested in my lap.  The pink poodle slippers permanently borrowed from Darcy’s sister, Georgiana, were on my feet. I kept them in the library for fireside chats. The slippers, acting as foot puppets, spoke for me on the occasions when I was too polite to push a point. The slippers were very outspoken whereas I was not, except on rare occasions. “We are to honeymoon…finally?” the left slipper said.The right slipper interrupted. “We have waited long enough.”Fitzwilliam Darcy and I had been married for a tad bit longer than six months. Most of that time we had spent sequestered in his apartment in One Snyde Park, the ritziest and most secure structure in all of London. My husband’s devotion to protecting London’s historic real estate had caused us to repeatedly delay our honeymoon.Cuddling with Darcy was a lovely way to spend long, lazy days but I was getting antsy and wished to add a bit of adventure and perhaps a bit of spice to our lives. Still waters run deep, and Darcy was the most still of waters; I assumed he had something brewing as he had been terribly quiet for the last few days.   It appeared he had finally completed the plans for our honeymoon. It was to be a surprise destination and a honeymoon unlike any other, or so Darcy said.I had imagined us in dozens of exotic settings from mountaintops to jungles and finally fixed my dreams on a stilt house in the clear turquoise waters of the Maldives. And to be certain my darling husband took my suggestion, I began to leave travel magazines open to pictures of love nests standing alone in crystal-clear water with creamy white sands visible through the gentle ripples. Any part of the Maldives would do, just somewhere we could spend hours slathering sunscreen on each other and swimming in the all-together. “Well, my love, we are off to Scotland!” he said, sounding proud of his choice.I rather liked Scotland with its breathtaking bens and lochs, but although it is one of the most beautiful of countries, outside of my own dear England, it is not exactly known for its nude swimming beaches, and hypothermia is more common than sunburn.Darcy knelt at my chair and held my face in his hands. I gazed up into his deep brown eyes and read more meaning into his plans than he had revealed. “This is about the Red Rosary, isn’t it?” I said biting my lip and hoping I was wrong. Bye, bye, honeymoon. The rosary was a priceless Templar antiquity and one more proof that the legend of the destruction of the Templars was, in fact, a fact. Darcy temporarily held the rosary secure in the vault in his apartment. I must get used to saying our, as in our apartment. The word our was an alien concept as Darcy was one of the richest men in England, and I was a struggling dog psychologist whose only clients were Darcy’s two basset hounds, Derby and Squire. And yet Darcy wished me to say ouras he had bestowed all his worldly goods on me upon our marriage.My handsome husband sat on the ottoman at my feet employing his serious face. “It is time to return the rosary to the bed of history until the Templars are prepared to disclose all that was done to them and to hold fast to their treasures in the face of claims by the Vatican. It is my duty and my honor to protect the Red Rosary. I have thought long and hard about how best to transport it to Rosslyn Chapel in Scotland.”He rubbed his fingers over my hands as he chose his words. “Much has been made in books and movies of the chapel being the depository of the Templar treasures. Our historians have denied and denied that the chapel holds our treasures, but people remain unconvinced. There are those in Rome who might know at this moment that I possess the rosary. If I attempt to bring it to Rosslyn Chapel with guards and a secured vehicle, I might as surely draw a map certifying the chapel as the location of all the Templar treasures and evidence.”I studied his mouth while he spoke. Darcy possessed the most delicious lips, firm and just moist enough. Biting the inside of my cheek, I brought myself around to pay attention to his words. “What of our honeymoon?”He must have realized I was lusting as he grinned a crooked grin, provoking the dimple on the left side of his mouth. “First the rosary and then the honeymoon. We will use our honeymoon in Scotland as a cover for our journey to Rosslyn Chapel. From there your wish is my command.”“I like the sound of that.” I imagined us floating in the waters of the Maldives while little fish nibbled at my toes. “Here is my plan. Early tomorrow we will drive your Range Rover to Edinburgh and fiddle a bit in the traffic of the city to lose any possible followers. From there it is but a short drive to Rosslyn Chapel. Your Rover won’t attract the attention that my saloon car would. We shall bring cameras and equipment to make it appear to any Vatican spies that we are going on a photo tour for our honeymoon. It will not be very romantic, but it should be touristy enough to not arouse suspicion.”So far the plan was acceptable. As one of my many wedding presents from my darling husband, Darcy had replaced my old Range Rover with a shiny new model. It was white with all the bells and whistles including white leather fold-down seats and hidden compartments.“Will we be stopping in quaint country inns along the way?” I thought of what I might want to wear to set the mood and perhaps pretend we are in another century. Maybe the early nineteenth century? I imagined wearing Regency dresses and pinning my hair in an upsweep. I could make this pre-honeymoon jaunt into a romantic holiday.Darcy flattened that thought. “We shall take the M6 straight away. It’s about a seven-hour trip. No overnight stops until I have entrusted the rosary. You don’t mind visiting the burial vaults beneath Rosslyn Chapel, do you?”What could be more romantic? But I understood. Duty first, dilly-dallying second. Even if the dallying was our honeymoon. Darcy stood and helped me from my chair. He clutched me to his chest, kissed the top of my head and ran his tongue over the shell of my ear. “Since we leave in the morning, shall we practice for our honeymoon in Scotland, Mrs. Darcy?”“I doubt we need practice, Mr. Darcy. But if we are to rehearse at all, let us do so with the Maldive Islands in mind.” I kissed his lips. Then slipping out of the poodle slippers, I stepped into my ballet flats and let my husband lead me down the long corridor to our bedchamber. We spent an hour or so rehearsing for our honeymoon, and finally came to rest between the black satin sheets of our bed. Darcy fell asleep, breathing evenly. I lay there watching him, marveling at all that had brought us together. At our first encounters, I thought him a pompous ass, but slowly he had won me over. He could still be a pompous ass at times, but now he was my pompous ass. I fell asleep with visions of floating in warm, crystal-blue waters.The bedside phone rang, yanking me from my sleep. I looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. My first thought was that something had happened to my father. He had been feeling poorly the last few weeks and I did worry about him. Mother was not the best of caretakers; in actuality she was one of the worst. I scrambled for the receiver and put it to my ear as I rolled away from Darcy still sleeping soundly at my side. It was my sister Mary who ran a children’s refuge established and funded by Darcy. Most of the children who stayed at the Marley Street Children’s Home were victims of poverty or poor parenting. A few of the children lived with Mary full-time. She did a lovely job of nurturing the little ones.Her voice was urgent and on the verge of tears. At all times stalwart, Mary’s quavering tone shook me awake. “Lizzie, I need you. Please come here as fast as possible. You know I would not call if it were not a dire emergency!”
  Chapter Two

Darcy was undisturbed by Mary’s call. He had a long day ahead of him, driving to Scotland and doing whatever was required to place the Red Rosary in safekeeping. He needed the sleep, there was no sense in waking him as this could be something easily handled by two women. I was up for anything and Mary was a capable, take-charge lady, but then why did she sound panicked?Slipping into the dressing room, I donned black slacks, a black sweater, and black boots on the chance Mary’s needs required stealth. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it back into a clip. I scribbled a note saying I had gone to Mary’s and left it taped to Darcy’s dressing-room mirror.Closing the bedroom door quietly behind me, I stepped into the corridor and waved at the security camera. Darcy’s bodyguard, Edward, appeared from one of the sliding walls. I had come to take the whole hocus-pocus sliding-walls security for granted, and loved having a chauffeur at my fingertips. Despite my independence, I was coming to realize I was spoilable. “My sister Mary has an emergency at the Marley Street Children’s Home,” I said to Edward. “Please have the chauffeur bring around the limo, should she require ferrying a group of children to hospital.” My thought was that an emergency medical trip was a possibility. Edward looked at me and then at the bedroom door. He knew better than to question me or waken Darcy. He tapped his shoulder communicator and called Matthew, the head of security. “I am escorting Mrs. Darcy on an errand. Please take over my post.” He clicked off. Tapped again and called the chauffeur. We took the private elevator down to Darcy’s personal garage. The limo stood ready with Joseph, the chauffeur, holding the door. I sat in the back and Edward rode next to Joseph. We were off to sort out Mary’s emergency.  The Marley Street Children’s Home was located in a lower-middleclass section of London. Not the safest place at three in the morning, but with Edward and Joseph at my side I figured we could take on any hooligans and even a few louts. Joseph parked at the curb and stayed in the limousine while Edward and I approached the front steps. Before I could knock, Mary opened the door. She must have been waiting at the peephole. Mary put her finger to her lips cautioning us not to wake the sleeping children as Edward and I stepped into her reception room. I was momentarily stunned to see four women in colorful cotton housedresses sitting on Mary’s sofa. They were a ragtag assortment of sizes and ages from young to middle-aged, with one thing in common: they appeared to be Pacific Islanders. They reminded me of a collection of rescue pups, each wearing an expression of combined terror and relief. The smallest lady, a wee bit of a thing, put her arm across the front of the largest lady as one would protect a child from a sudden stop in a car.I looked from the ladies to Mary, seeking an explanation. My sister stood by the group and placed her arm around the shoulder of one of the women. “These ladies have just escaped their employers. They have been held captive as domestic workers, virtual prisoners in the homes of some of the wealthiest Middle-Eastern oil sheiks in London.”Mary was emotional to the point of shaking as if she had palsy. My mind scrambled, attempting to fit the pieces together. My sister was providing sanctuary to a group of runaway ladies in Darcy’s children’s home. How had they come to be here? I forgot Edward was in the room and nearly stepped on his big feet as I fell into a chair near the sofa. The smallest lady spoke in broken English. “I am Lilibeth. These are my friends Riza, Divina, and Flora.” Each of the women nodded barely making eye contact, fear evident on their tired faces.“I am Elizabeth Darcy, Mary’s sister.” I forced the look of surprise from my face and smiled kindly. “Have you been held as domestic prisoners?” They nodded.“Have the police been called?” I asked Mary.All four ladies shook their heads violently at the word police. “Each of us signed a paper,” said Lilibeth. “We promised to work here; we would be well paid and could send our money to our families. The promise was for one year and then we would return to our homes. I have worked for Sheik Mustaf for five years and received no money.”“It seems this is a matter for the authorities,” I said, wondering why Mary had involved me. Lilibeth looked at the other women before continuing. “At night I am locked in my room by the sheik’s manservant and allowed no friends or family. And for the other ladies it is the same. We would be beaten if they recaptured us.”Mary brushed the tears from her cheeks. “The only way they could communicate was at church. They first became acquainted at St. Barnabus but it wasn’t until Father Salvatore visited from St. Michael’s and sensed their predicament that they felt hope.”I looked at Edward who leaned against the doorway, clenching and unclenching his fists. I expected Darcy would have the same reaction when he heard their awful story.Lowering my voice, I reached out to touch Lilibeth. She extended her hand to meet mine. “Who is responsible for this horrid plan, this slavery?”Lilibeth hesitated as if afraid to say the name. She withdrew her hand from mine and wrapped her arms around her tiny body. Her voice came out barely a whisper. “Sophia Serpenti. She comes to the villages and takes women away promising good jobs in London. But now I know the women who follow The Serpent are never seen again. Our families must think we are dead.”A kettle whistled and Mary went to prepare the tea. “Why did you not go to the police?” I said, not understanding their hesitation.The others nodded, encouraging Lilibeth to tell their story. “We were afraid. The bosses took our passports and all our papers; they told us they would hold them until we were returned to the Philippines. We knew that without our papers we have nothing. When we asked to return home, our bosses told us the police would put us in jail as illegals. They would not give us our passports.” The other women nodded as they held their teacups in shaky hands. “The Serpent told us if we caused any trouble our families would be made to suffer. And so we remained silent.”Lilibeth continued their story. “The only time we could leave our bosses’ homes was for Sunday Mass at St. Barnabus. But we were always taken by a van and watched by the bosses’ people. They did not understand our language and so we talked of our sorrow as we prayed.”This was slavery and under our very eyes. How had this been kept a secret from Londoners?Riza leaned forward, more angry than fearful. “Father Salvatore visited St. Barnabus one Sunday. He looked at our sadness and he knew. Before Mass he invited me into the confessional box. He promised to get us all home again. She made the sign of the cross. We thank the good Father for guiding us this far.”Lilibeth picked up the story. “Father Salvatore has helped many people to leave their wicked bosses by smuggling them to another country. There they are given papers, and returned by boat to their families. Tonight he waits to help us.”Tears filled Divina’s eyes. “I have not seen my daughters for two years.”            I heard the giggle of a child coming from another room. Lilibeth motioned toward the sound. “That is Kidlat. He is Flora’s son. The boy is four years old and tonight is the first time he has met his mother.”I knew I looked puzzled as Lilibeth gave me a tolerant smile. “Flora did not know she carried a baby in her womb when she signed the paper with The Serpent. It was only once she had been working for that evil family for three months that she found out.” She patted the younger woman’s hand. “The Serpent was very angry when she learned of Kidlat’s coming. When he was born she made Flora put him in a…how you say…home for orphans? Only last month Miss Mary found him and brought him to her home. The child is why we stopped here before going on to St. Michael’s. We are taking the boy with us.”



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May 27, 2015

New Release! Mister Darcy's Templars                                                                    Book 5 in the Mister Darcy series Comedy Mysteries


~ A Light Comedy ~
MISTER DARCY’S TEMPLARS
A Mister Darcy series comedic mystery

Darcy shares his secret vow and his bed with Lizzie Bennet in this fifth book in the Mister Darcy series of comedic mysteries. Will Lizzie help Darcy prevent the theft of the legendary Red Rosary? Can Lizzie get even with Caroline Bingley? And who is the mystery woman in Lizzie’s father’s life? Can be read as a stand alone, but it helps to read the series from Book One.

Based on the enduring characters created by Jane Austen, this is a contemporary spin on a classic tale of love denied, and love discovered.
Mister Darcy’s Dogs ~ Book OneMister Darcy’s Christmas ~ Book TwoMister Darcy’s Secret ~ Book ThreePansy Cottage ~ Book FourMister Darcy’s Templars ~ Book Five

Barbara Silkstone is the best selling author of sixteen novels and novellas. Her comedy mysteries feature goodhearted heroines caught up in screwball situations.

Visit her Amazon Author’s page ~ http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Silkstone/e/B0047L8A8W
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Published on May 27, 2015 04:06 • 6 views

March 15, 2015


For the first time ever!
The Complete Series of 5 Wendy Darlin booksindividually priced at $2.99 each or $14.95 for the setNow...$8.99

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WENDY DARLIN TOMB RAIDER ~ COMPLETE 5 BOOK SERIESUntil last year Wendy Darlin was a full-time real estate agent for Miami Beach millionaires. Then she met Roger Jolley, world famous archaeologist, Johnny Depp look-alike, and at times the most irritating person on the planet. Join her as she travels the globe in search of lost treasures and antiquities. She’s been told her life is like the movie Romancing the Stone but at times she feels more like Indiana Jones in boobs.
WENDY AND THE LOST BOYS   ~  Book 1Real estate agent for Miami Beach millionaires, Wendy Darlin, clashes with “SEC Investigator” and world famous archaeologist, Roger Jolley. He follows her out to sea on a mega-yacht owned by Charlie Hook, a Ponzi swindler on the run from federal agents and angry investors. Despite her fear of water, she finds herself a tomb raider on the Caribbean one step ahead of modern day pirates. Will she find the Lost Boys? Will she escape Hook’s clutches? And whom will she find on Nevis Island? Oh… and is Roger a good kisser?

LONDON BROIL  ~  Book 2
When we last saw Wendy Darling and Roger Jolley in WENDY AND THE LOST BOYS, they were hot on the trail of Egyptian icons stolen from the British Museum. Wendy is now in a frantic race against time and a murderer as she searches for the last Lost Boy hidden somewhere in London while a killer heat wave invades the city. Wendy is held captive over a fish ‘n’ chips shop while Roger’s life is threatened. Can Wendy escape her captors, rescue Roger, and find the missing Lost Boy before the murderer strikes again?
CAIRO CAPER   ~  Book 3Part-time tomb raider and full-time real estate broker, Wendy Darlin joins her lover, archaeologist Roger Jolley, in a quest for Cleopatra’s tomb. All they have to do is get from Cairo to the Temple of Taporisi Magna alive. Armed only with a couple of hijacked ashtrays and faced with a trek across the blazing Sahara desert can Wendy out-maneuver Russian oligarchs, a dozen Dark Force mercenaries, and Roger’s chubby ex-girlfriend in time to find the tomb and seal it before chaos erupts in Egypt?
MIAMI MUMMIES  ~ Book 4The legendary mastermind criminal and mummy thief, Kyzer Saucy, strikes again. Part-time tomb raider and full-time real estate broker, Wendy Darlin joins her lover, archaeologist Roger Jolley as they struggle to save a rare Miami mummy from the clutches of this evil genius. Can Saucy be stopped before he kills again? Meanwhile can Wendy keep her promise to Alfred Hiccup as he attempts to transmigrate from the afterlife? Or has Wendy finally made one promise too many? This book is an homage to the great Alfred Hitchcock, who is probably turning over in his grave.
VULGARIAN VAMP ~ Book 5
You are cordially invited to the destination wedding of Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider and Doctor Roger Jolley, world-renowned archaeologist to be held at the Van Helsing Resort and Spa in Loutish, Vulgaria. In lieu of wedding gifts please bring whole garlic buds. The ceremony will begin once the forty bloodless monks are contained in Carfax Abbey.
Author Silkstone’s writing has been described as “perfectly paced and pitched - shades of Janet Evanovich and Carl Hiaasen without seeming remotely derivative. Fast moving action that shoots from the hip with bullet-proof characterization.”
Books by Barbara Silkstone:
Wendy and the Lost BoysLondon BroilCairo CaperMiami MummiesVulgarian VampWendy Darlin Tomb Raider Box Set (Books 1-3)Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider Complete series (Books 1-5)
The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland, Age 42 and Three-QuartersZo White and the Seven MorphsCold Case MorphsCriminally Funny Fables Boxed Set Romantic Suspense Fairy Tales Boxed Set
British Bad BoysBoxed Set – (Spring 2015)
Mister Darcy series comedic mysteriesMister Darcy’s DogsMister Darcy’s ChristmasMister Darcy’s SecretMister Darcy and the Templars (Spring 2015)Pansy CottageThe Adventures of a Love Investigator – True Fiction
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Published on March 15, 2015 03:36 • 12 views

February 21, 2015

        I am just now experiencing the global reach of Kobo.                                              I love it!Check out my page - 12 books with more to come!Click here: Kobo


These are the things a writer dreams of... finding fans around the globe. 
Laughter truly is the best medicine. Keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer!


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Published on February 21, 2015 02:44 • 18 views

December 31, 2014

Awesome Romance Novels: Mister Darcy's Secret by @BarbSilkstone #GreatBook...: ~ Available for Pre-Order ~ Based on the enduring characters created by Jane Austen, MISTER DARCY’S SECRET is a contemporary spin on a...



MANY THANKS TO AWESOME ROMANCE NOVELS!Readers will never again think of Russian wolfhounds and peanut butter without laughing. 
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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Published on December 31, 2014 04:39 • 14 views

December 28, 2014

YAY!New Release!The third book in the light comedy series MISTER DARCY by BARBARA SILKSTONE       is now available for pre-sales

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Follow the adventures of the mysterious Mister Darcy, a London-based billionaire and his two lovable basset hounds, Derby and Squire. 
#PrideandPrejudice
BOOK 3MISTER DARCY'S SECRETS


Based on the enduring characters created by Jane Austen, this is a contemporary spin on a classic tale of love denied, and love discovered.
The mysterious Mister Darcy enlists the aid of dog psychologist Lizzie Bennet in his secret quest. Lizzie soon finds herself deep in his battle where familiar villains join forces to stop Darcy at all costs.
Darcy’s true feelings for Lizzie bubble to the surface but can she reciprocate? And what about that peanut butter kiss?



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Published on December 28, 2014 05:05 • 9 views

December 13, 2014

MISTER DARCY'S DOGS
Three ebook copies given away to randomly chosen readers who comment below.




Mister Darcy's Dogs
A light romantic comedy based on the Jane Austen classic.This is the first book in a five book series. If you enjoy British humor, love dogs, or just enjoy a good chuckle this is the book for you. 

My adorable cat will pick the winners names from her treat dish on December 20th. This would make a great little stocking stuffer.

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Published on December 13, 2014 03:24 • 20 views

December 5, 2014

Alice in Wonderland and other fantasy escapes


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Fairy Tale TherapyWhen life tips your tiara it can hurt like the worst toothache. All princesses endure this at one time or another. Sometimes the only relief from the pain of a tipped tiara is to re-write a fairy tale and mock all the bullies who tried to knock your crown off your head. I found riffing fairy tales to be quite therapeutic.
Therapy 101: Alice in Wonderland Alice in Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland is insatiably curious and eager for adventure. Following a white rabbit down a hole she finds a world that skates on the thin edge of logic.
My Contemporary AliceMiami real estate broker, Alice Harte, follows the WRONG white rabbit and tumbles into a world populated by mobsters and their nonsense lawyers. The original Alice nibbled on mushrooms and EAT ME cookies to grow in size and strength. Alice Harte relies on Xanax when she stumbles across a beheaded mob boss. Will she keep her own head? And what about love? After all, this is romanticsuspense.
How The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland, Age 42 and Three-Quarters came to beCaught up in a relationship with a British man I met on the Internet in a holiday house exchange, I was jabberwockied to discover he was a professional conman. Like the original Alice, I tired to make sense out of his nonsense. But he confused my logical mind with his caterpillar smoke and mirrors. I had become Alice in Wonderland, and the only way out was through the portal I created by writing my own version of Alice.I became a twister of fairy tales. It’s great fun to use snarky wit to secure the tiaras of not only Alice, but Wendy Darlin, and Zo White.
Comparing AlicesBoth Alices are curious creatures but whereas the original Alice wanted only to escape the world of grownups with her tiara intact; contemporary Alice wants to live in England with a loving partner, and stroll the sheep-lined country lanes.  She’d also like to escape her mobster employer. Unfortunately, Alice Harte is tossed down a dark rabbit hole with murder, mystery, thugs, fish-flingers, and a touch of romance. The usual suspects: the March Hare, Red Queen, and the Tweedles appear in the book, but with a Chandler-esque twist.
The Courtroom – real lifeI found myself in a courtroom not unlike Alice’s encounter with the King, Queen, dormouse, lizard, and playing cards. It was easy to convert a pack of lawyers into a deck of playing cards. I fastened my tiara, rolled up my sleeves, and jumped in. I hoped that at the end of my godawful experience I would have one heck of a fairy tale to share.
 In Wonderland,Alice is called as a witness. She accidentally knocks over the jury box with the animals inside. The King orders her to place the animals back into their seats before the trial continues.In my real life courtroom, a portly, pompous lawyer berated me, then without turning, he backed into this seat. He missed the chair and tumbled to the floor knocking over a few stray barristers. When he fell on his bum with an earth- shattering thud, I knew my fairy tale was calling to me. This would make a perfect book.As I grew in size to the point where the beheading judge was fast falling to pieces, I recalled the part in Wonderland where the Queen orders Alice to be gone, citing Rule 42 "All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.” Alice argues against their silly rule and refuses to leave. The Queen shouts her familiar "Off with her head!" but Alice is unafraid, calling them “just a pack of cards.” The cards and characters swarm over her as she beats them off. This final scene was enough to launch my career as a twister of fairy tales.If your tiara is painfully tipping or your chip has fallen from your shoulder, take one fairy tale and call me in the morning.The End###
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Published on December 05, 2014 03:05 • 16 views

November 26, 2014

Heartwarming read for the holidays!
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Based on the enduring characters created by Jane Austen, this is a contemporary spin on a classic tale of love denied, and love discovered.
 Christmas just became a lot more complicated for dog psychologist Lizzie Bennet and her sisters. While shopping in London they find little urchin Annie and her dog Sammy. As a fierce snowstorm takes over the city, the aloof but alluring Mister Darcy invites the girls, including Annie and Sammy, to spend the night at his penthouse.
 
With the best of intentions Darcy asks Annie and her seven siblings to join the Bennet sisters for a quiet Christmas Eve celebration in his London fortress. The skullduggery begins when Caroline Bingley – the villainess Austen fans love to boo – shows up acting the part of the Grinch and Scrooge combined.
 Barbara Silkstone is the best selling author of ten novels and four box sets. Her comedy mysteries feature goodhearted heroines caught up in screwball situations.


Silkstone’s Romantic Suspense series includes contemporary variations on classic fairytales. The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland, Age 42 and Three-Quarters ~ Wendy and the Lost Boys ~ Zo White and the Seven Morphs.
 Mister Darcy’s Christmas is the second book in Silkstone’s Mister Darcy series of light comedies based on Jane Austen’s timeless tales of jolly old England.
 
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Published on November 26, 2014 01:38 • 14 views