The Scotsman’s Ghost: or How to Wreck a Yule Party (Christmas With Darcy and Elizabeth)

Darcy:

I came to the countryside for peace. Instead, I’ve found myself stuck in a village where everyone knows my business, everyone wants to talk to me, and every single event seems to be held in a room that is far too small for the number of people crammed into it. Worse still, I can’t seem to escape Elizabeth Bennet—a woman who somehow manages to unsettle me with just a look. And now, on top of everything, I’ve apparently acquired a sarcastic Scottish ghost who’s determined to meddle in my affairs. Merry Christmas to me.

Elizabeth:

It was supposed to be a quiet...

Darcy:

I came to the countryside for peace. Instead, I’ve found myself stuck in a village where everyone knows my business, everyone wants to talk to me, and every single event seems to be held in a room that is far too small for the number of people crammed into it. Worse still, I can’t seem to escape Elizabeth Bennet—a woman who somehow manages to unsettle me with just a look. And now, on top of everything, I’ve apparently acquired a sarcastic Scottish ghost who’s determined to meddle in my affairs. Merry Christmas to me.

Elizabeth:

It was supposed to be a quiet holiday, filled with festive gatherings, a little gossip, and the usual Meryton chaos. But things took an unexpected turn when Mr. Darcy, the most insufferably arrogant man Ive ever met, started showing up wherever I turned. The man is always glowering, always judging or so I thought. Now he’s acting even stranger than usual—and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m the one who’s lost my senses. A few kisses under the mistletoe might help clear things up, but only if he stops glaring at me long enough to notice.