What do you do after Happily Ever After? Giddy newlyweds keep the flame alive the old-fashioned way... Lizzy and Darcy are married. They’re ecstatically happy newlyweds. But a journey to London separates them.Whatever will they do?Write letters, of course!Read the witty, passionate correspondence between Jane Austen’s most beloved pair as they survive separation, sisters, and unexpected guests.All while reminding each other — and us — just what a perfectly matched couple they are.My dearest Darcy—I have ruined fully eighteen of these beautiful, creamy linen sheets to get even this far. You will laugh at me, I know, but I am in this my mother’s daughter, and such prodigal waste of paper offends my sense of thrift and of propriety. And for what? Because I wish to write you, but do not know how to call you. (Novel-length, steamy Regency romance)

Oh, no! Newlyweds Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam Darcy are pulled apart once more! A steamy follow-up to Cady West's Darcy & Desire St Valentine's is around the corner, and Lizzy and Darcy are accompanying Georgiana as she begins to dare the London Season — when Lizzy is called away to Longbourn. Through this witty, passionate correspondence, follow our dear couple as they combat overwrought parents, wayward sisters, and more longing than they can bear! Preview: My dearest Darcy — I am writing this by the light of a single candle while Florry bustles about, packing my warmest clothes. Mrs Martin woke me as the bells of St George’s were ringing four o’clock, scarcely three hours after we had reached our bed, and less than that since we had finished warming ourselves so pleasantly and so thoroughly. Mr Hill had ridden through the night the twenty-four miles from Longbourn to Mayfair to deliver from Jane the news that our father is ill — gravely so, she fears — and that Mama needs my assistance. Knowing that we had got to bed late, Mrs Martin sensibly chose to wake me, rather than the both of us. And I, knowing how dear Georgiana relies upon her brother, and how uncertain the enterprise of her coming out currently stands, knew that I must depart without you. And looking upon you, sleeping soundly in the bed in which we have so thoroughly and so recently pleased and enjoyed one another, I could not bear to wake you. Forgive me, husband. I believe that I love you not wisely, but too well; yet rather than the Moor’s jealous passion, I am jealous of your rest. I fear too that if I once wake you, I should never be capable of leaving you. (Sequel to Darcy & Desire, steamy epistolary romance)