Sneak Peek of My New Novel, Darcy in Hollywood!


Today I’m giving you an exclusive sneak peek at my new novel, Darcy in Hollywood.  How new? So new that it doesn’t yet have a blurb or a cover.  But rest assured it will have both by the time it’s released – hopefully next week.

In this story, Darcy is a Hollywood movie star and Elizabeth is the daughter of Tom Bennet, the producer of the film Darcy is making. The scene below is the very beginning of the book—when they first meet. Naturally, sparks fly!


“A single man in possession of a lucrative film career must be in want of a wife.”  The words were punctuated by a girlish giggle.

Darcy rolled his eyes.  “Georgiana,” he said loudly enough so that the speaker on his cell phone could catch the words, “that may be Aunt Catherine’s philosophy, but I’ve never listened to her before.  Why should I start now?”

His sister’s laugh echoed over the phone.  “I think you should’ve said you’d get started on the search for a wife right away.”

“And I think my sister should be less sarcastic,” he said in a tone of mock exasperation.  “I’ve got bigger things to worry about than my love life.”

“I know that.” Georgie’s voice was suddenly much more sober, and Darcy cursed himself for reminding her of her role in his predicament. “I’ll let you go.  Good luck with the new film.”

“Thank you.  Georgie—”

But she had disconnected the call.  Damn it!  He shouldn’t have said anything.  He didn’t blame her for the situation, and she shouldn’t blame herself either.

Okay, put it out of your mind, he reminded himself.  Time to focus on work.  And driving—although he wasn’t going that fast.

Darcy glanced down at the dashboard for only a second, he would swear, just long enough to restart the state-of-the-art sound system.  But when he looked up, there was a woman in front of the car—a woman who hadn’t been there before.

And a lamppost.

It was her fault, actually.  If she had been careful, she wouldn’t have been on the sidewalk near the lamppost that his Ferrari had apparently regarded as a target.

So she bore at least some of the responsibility.  She should have seen what was about to happen.

Privately, Darcy would admit that he was a bit distracted.  He hadn’t driven in over a year, and the car was new.  He had wanted a little music.  But when he pushed the first button to start the radio, the windshield wipers whipped back and forth.  His next attempt blasted the car with heat.  Why did they put so many buttons so close together?

And then he saw the woman standing on the sidewalk in front of his Ferrari.  Perhaps he should have paid more attention to the actual steering and less to the stereo, but it was a little late to worry about that now.  He braked furiously, hoping he could at least locate the horn.

The horn did blare, but the warning came too late as the car crashed into the lamppost with a crunch of metal and a jolt that threw Darcy against the steering wheel. The air bag inflated instantly, softening the impact.  He winced at the sound of metal against metal, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. If he hadn’t braked in time, the damage would have been far worse.

Dust from the airbag obscured the air.  Coughing, Darcy wondered if there was a lifetime cap on how many cars one person was allowed to total in a lifetime.

He peered through the windshield.

Oh, hell.  Where had the woman gone?

Darcy couldn’t see her.  Had the car struck her?  Was she trapped under the axle?  Shit.  Should he call his lawyer? His PR guys?

Right. Maybe he should check on the woman.

As he pushed the car door open, it protested with an awful shriek.  The frame was bent, and the window was spiderwebbed with cracks.  The door scraped along the sidewalk like sandpaper.

He clambered to his feet, surveying the damage.  The front left of the Ferrari had crumpled inward, embedded in the ornate faux Victorian lamppost.  The bumper dangled, and the hood appeared to be off-center.  The very first day he drove the car… This had to be some kind of record.

The woman was lying on the sidewalk.

Darcy’s heart was already pounding from the accident, but now it went into overdrive.  He could practically feel it pumping adrenaline into his veins.  Please, God. Not another scandal.  Darcy raced to her side.  He was just getting his life back on track; it was not a good day to be arrested for vehicular manslaughter.

She groaned, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.

From this perspective, Darcy could see that the woman was several feet from the front of his car.  She must have been backing away from it in a panic and slipped.  Yes, there was a jagged crack in the sidewalk.  She had tripped and fallen; he hadn’t struck her.  Relief slowed his breathing somewhat but did nothing for the spikes of adrenaline jittering through his body.

She was young, younger than Darcy.  Her face was pleasant—a smooth oval surrounded by curly mahogany hair—but certainly not pretty enough to be an actress.  At least not a lead. Maybe she’d have some luck as a character actor.  But no actress would be caught on a studio lot in those worn jeans and overly large t-shirt.  Even the hair and makeup people dressed better than that; ditto the office staff.  Maybe she was a camera operator or props?

He knelt beside the woman, heedless of his $800 Hugo Boss pants.  “Are you all right?”

She glared at him, and he noticed that she had the most amazing blue-green eyes, like dark ocean water.  “Of course, I’m not all right.  I almost got hit by a car.”

Doesn’t she understand how upsetting this is to me?  “But you didn’t get hit by a car.”

Struggling into a sitting position, the woman fended off his clumsy attempts at assistance.  “I was trying to avoid being hit by your car,” she explained patiently as if he were a particularly slow child.  “That’s why I fell.”

“You would have been perfectly safe where you were.”  He gestured toward the Ferrari.  “The lamppost stopped the car.”

He couldn’t help noticing how her eyes flashed; under other circumstances, he would have found it intriguing.  “I didn’t know it would do that, did I?” she said.

“I don’t know why not. You were standing right next to the lamppost.”

She stared at him for a moment.  “Are you for real?”

Darcy wasn’t sure how to answer that question.

“Most people would rather not rely on a lamppost to save their life.” Gingerly she touched the back of her head and winced.

As she struggled unsteadily to her feet, Darcy helped with a hand under her elbow.  She was concealing some nice curves under her oversized t-shirt—not overweight but nicely rounded.  Okay, wow. This was an inappropriate time to be having thoughts like that.

Once upright, she swayed, and Darcy didn’t dare to let go.  “The studio probably has a clinic with a nurse.”  Most studios did, but this was his first day on the grounds at Worldwide.  “You could go get a band-aid.”  Or whatever they did for bumps on the head.

She held out her hand.  Shit, there was blood on her fingers from her head wound. “I’ll probably need to be checked for a concussion.”

Had she hit her head that badly?  He held up two fingers.  “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Eyerolls, he noticed in passing, were much more visible with vivid blue-green eyes.  “203.  Even if I did suffer from blurred vision, it would hard to miscount fingers a foot from my face.”

Jeez, he was only trying to help.  Would it kill her to treat him with a little more respect?  “Do you know who I am?”

“You’re the guy who almost hit me with his car.”

Darcy gaped.  He could sometimes be anonymous outside California, but it had been a long time since someone didn’t recognize him in L.A.

“Or are you referring to the fact that you’re William Darcy?” she asked with faux innocence.

Darcy stomped on the momentary flare of irritation.  “Is the sarcasm really necessary?”

She regarded him through narrowed eyes.  “Yeah, I think it is.  What’s the alternative?  That I should be honored to be knocked over by your car?  Because I don’t think your identity would have been much comfort to my parents.  ‘We don’t have a daughter anymore, but at least she was killed by a celebrity.  Maybe he can autograph her coffin.’”

Five Star Review from Half Agony Half Hope Reviews!

Tina at Half Agony Half Hope Reviews has given Darcy and Deception five stars!  She writes,  “I really enjoyed the agony Darcy went through with trying to discover if Elizabeth loved Wickham or not. I also didn’t see that plot twist coming at the end of the book. This book was a fast read for me and I recommend reading it especially if you love a dash of spies mixed in with your Pride and Prejudice.”

Also, you can visit My Jane Austen Book Club for an excerpt from Darcy and Deception — and a Giveaway!

Darcy and Deception Now Available on Amazon!

My most recent Pride and Prejudice variation, Darcy and Deception, is now available on Amazondarcy-and-deception-web (other retailers and a paperback version to follow).  The blurb is below:

Returning home from Kent, Elizabeth Bennet is still distressed over Mr. Darcy’s insulting marriage proposal.  However, her attention is diverted by the local militia commander who asks her to observe Wickham, now suspected of being a French spy.  Pretending to be besotted with Wickham, Elizabeth accompanies the regiment when they relocate to Brighton.

Darcy arrives at Longbourn with the intention of making amends to Elizabeth, only to discover that she is now at Brighton with Wickham.  Desperate to save her from the scoundrel, Darcy follows her to the seaside, where he hopes to woo her away from the other man.

Deception piles on top of deception as Elizabeth attempts to carry out her mission without betraying confidences—or breaking Darcy’s heart.  However, the French plot runs deeper than she knows; soon she and Darcy are plunged into the confusing and dangerous world of international espionage.  Can Darcy and Elizabeth escape with their lives and their love intact?

4.5 Star Review for Christmas at Darcy House at Austenesque Reviews!

Meredith at Austenesque Reviews has given Christmas at Darcy house 4.5 stars (out of 5)!  She writes, “Filled with proposal schemes, compromises, passionate embraces – Christmas at Darcy House is another enchanting romantic novella by the pen of Victoria Kincaid. One that is enriched with seeing some of the seasonal gaieties and London attractions of the Regency Era. A wonderful Pride and Prejudice novella to enjoy this holiday season!”

Stop by Austenesque Reviews for a chance to win an ebook of Christmas at Darcy House or an audiobook copy!

My Latest P&P Variation, When Jane Got Angry, is Now Available!

My latest Pride and Prejudice variation, When Jane Got Angry, is here!  It’s now available on Amazon, Smashwords,, Kobo, iTunes and other sites.  The paperback is available on Amazon.

The story focuses on Jane and Bingley–with a little Darcy and Elizabeth thrown in.  Check out the blurb below!

When Mr. Bingley abruptly left Hertfordshire, Jane Bennet’s heart was broken.  Since arriving in London to visit her aunt and uncle, Jane has been hoping to encounter Mr. Bingley; however, it becomes clear that his sister is keeping them apart. 

But what would happen if she took matters into her own hands?  Defying social convention, she sets out to alert Mr. Bingley to her presence in London, hoping to rekindle the sparks of their relationship.

Bingley is thrilled to encounter Jane and renew their acquaintance, but his sister has told him several lies about the Bennets—and his best friend, Mr. Darcy, still opposes any relationship.  As Jane and Bingley sort through this web of deceit, they both find it difficult to maintain their customary equanimity. 

However, they also discover that sometimes good things happen when Jane gets angry. 

The Value of Audiobooks

I’ve been particularly thrilled this year to start offering audiobooks of my novels.  Audible and Amazon are offering audio versions of The Secrets of Darcy and Elizabeth, Pride and Proposals, and Mr. Darcy to the Rescue.  Audio versions of Christmas at Darcy House and President Darcy are in the works.   Eventually I plan to have audiobook versions of all my novels.

One reason that I’m particularly excited about audiobooks is that they play a particularly important role in my life.  Of course, they are handy to have in the car.  My husband listens to books in his commute, and I often listen as I’m driving my children around town.  As a family, we have listened to a number of audiobooks together on long car trips.

But I never realized how the real importance of audiobooks until I had a daughter who had difficulty learning to read.

She was in first grade and was supposed to do 20 minutes of reading a day.  I had to split up these 20 minutes into 3-4 chunks because reading was such a chore to her.  As someone who has found books to be an important part of my life and endless source of joy, I was alarmed.  Eventually we traced her difficulties to a vision problem known as Convergence Insufficiency (CI) in which the eyes do not function well together.  The doctor who examined her found that she couldn’t focus her eyes more than nine seconds without great effort.  Can you imagine trying to learn to read under those conditions?

We started her on vision therapy—with tremendous results.  But the process took three years.  In the meantime, I worried that she would lose interest in reading.  How could she not when it was such a struggle?  I read books aloud to her, which was very rewarding.  (I read the entire Harry Potter series to her and then did it all over again when my son wanted to read it.)  But she often wanted to read when I wasn’t available.

Thank God for audiobooks.  They allowed her to be an independent reader—choosing what to read and when to read it without depending on another person.  We were fortunate that our public library had many books on CD (eventually they started getting e-audiobooks and she now has a well-used Audible account).

I cannot tell you how grateful I am to have audiobook technology available.  If I had experience CI as a child, I would have been out of luck.  But with the help of audiobooks, she still read eagerly—and learned to enjoy reading—even when it was difficult and painful to put her eyes to paper.  When she graduated from vision therapy, she was able to read print books on her own—and she wanted to.  With the help of audiobooks she had become an avid reader.

Her problems aren’t gone and probably never will be.  Her eyes tire easily, which is a great challenge in school.  She still “reads” audiobooks for pleasure because she needs to save her “eye time” for school-related tasks.  Fortunately a lot of textbooks and works of literature (for English class) are available on audio; audiobooks are one of the major factors behind her success in school.  She’s a freshman in college this fall and will do most of her textbook reading with audio technology.

Now that I have some of my novels on audio, it will make it easier for my daughter to read my writing.  I’m not holding my breath, though.  Although she liked Pride and Prejudice, she has a long list of books in her preferred genres that she would rather read.  I don’t mind at all; I’m just glad she’s reading.

(One in 20 people suffers from Convergence Insufficiency, but most don’t know it.  It leads to chronic eye fatigue and pain, difficulty doing close work, blurred vision, and many other symptoms.  For more information on CI, visit