GIVEAWAY & Excerpt: Darcy in Hollywood by Victoria Kincaid!

Today's post comes from Victoria Kincaid, who is sharing a sneak peek at her latest adaptation of Pride  Prejudice, Darcy in Hollywood! Click through to read it and enter for a chance to get your hands on a copy of your own!

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Hi Misty! Thank you for having me as a guest today!

I’ve had great fun imagining Darcy and Elizabeth in contemporary settings. For Darcy in Hollywood, Darcy is a movie star and Elizabeth is the daughter of a producer of B movies (Mr. Bennet) who would rather be a doctor than chase fame. After I had those characters in place, I had to determine roles for the other Pride & Prejudice characters. I needed a new way for Mrs. Bennet to obsess over her daughters, so she evolved into a stage mother who particularly believes Lydia is destined for greatness. Lady Catherine became a Hollywood diva/legend while Mr. Collins is her slavishly devoted personal assistant. Charles and Caroline Bingley are actor friends of Darcy’s.

Below is a scene from near the beginning of the book. The cast has just finished a table read of the screenplay they’re about to shoot. Having had a bad day, Darcy is eager to escape the room.

Rich and arrogant movie star, William Darcy, was a Hollywood heartthrob until a scandalous incident derailed his career. Now he can only hope that Tom Bennet’s prestigious but low budget indie film will restore his reputation. However, on the first day of filming, he nearly hits Bennet’s daughter, Elizabeth, with his Ferrari, and life will never be the same. Okay, she’s a little sarcastic, but he’s certain she’s concealing a massive crush on him—and it’s growing harder to fight his own attraction….

Elizabeth Bennet has a lot on her plate. She’s applying to medical school and running the studio’s charity project—while hoping her family won’t embarrass her too much. Being Darcy’s on-set personal assistant is infuriating; he’s rude, proud, and difficult. If there’s one thing she dislikes, it’s people who only think about themselves. But then Elizabeth discovers Darcy has been doing a lot of thinking about her.

She might be willing to concede a mutual attraction, but events are conspiring against them and Darcy subject to constant public scrutiny. Do Darcy and Elizabeth have any hope of achieving Hollywood’s elusive happy ending?

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Chitchat was simply intolerable. He’d had to endure it when he was new to Hollywood, but now it was better left for people with time to burn and careers to build. Darcy could tell people what he wanted them to do. Small talk was pointless.

Unfortunately, he got trapped by Tom Bennet, listening to the man drone on about the problems he’d encountered with special effects for War of the Worms.
“Worm genitalia aren’t easy to work with. I bet you didn’t even know they have genitals. Well, let me tell you—”
Someone grabbed Darcy by the elbow; he didn’t resist. Charlie made an apologetic face at Tom. “I’m sorry, I need Will for a minute.”
His friend drew him out of the conference room and into the empty corridor. “This better take more than a minute,” Darcy threatened his friend, “or I will tell your sister what really happened with the EZ Bake Oven and the stapler when you were eight.”
Charlie gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“As long as you don’t make me go back in there and talk about worm genitalia.” Darcy shook his head in disgust. “Sometimes I can’t believe this is my life.”
He stared disconsolately at the scarred surface of the yellowing hallway. If he’d stayed with the French Resistance movie, he could have been filming in the glorious, state-of-the-art Perspective Pictures studio instead of crammed into Worldwide’s lot—the best that Tom and the other producers could afford to rent.
“Dude, this is a lot of negative energy. We should go somewhere to lighten the mood.” Charlie snapped his fingers as if a thought had just occurred to him; Darcy wasn’t fooled. “I know! Peter Moore has a nightclub opening tonight. He’d freak if I brought you.” Darcy’s presence at a new nightclub would give it terrific publicity and draw crowds, while being Darcy’s wingman would give Charlie the pick of the best booze and the hottest women.
“I don’t know.” Darcy didn’t actually enjoy the club scene all that much. “Josh wants me to stay out of the spotlight.”
“C’mon!” Charlie leaned forward so he could whisper in Darcy’s ear. “There will be Victoria’s Secret models.”
All the attention from women had been heady and exciting when Darcy first achieved superstar status. It was easy to believe you were hot stuff when women were falling at your feet, although he hadn’t taken advantage of what was offered nearly as often as everyone believed. But he’d soon grown weary of the hot-and-cold running women and everything else that came with that scene. He’d tried longer-term relationships, but it hadn’t been much better. Everyone just wanted the glamour and the proximity to fame. They didn’t know Darcy or want to know him.
Nobody had even caught his eye for the longest time. God, that was a depressing thought; he was too young to be that jaded.
Nobody…except Elizabeth Bennet.
Huh.
She did have intriguing eyes. And she hadn’t fallen at his feet—well, tripping didn’t count.
But she was…difficult and sarcastic. Who wanted that? And he couldn’t imagine walking into a film premiere with her on his arm. No, it was just an idle thought.
“C’mon!” Charlie’s shoulder bumped Darcy’s. “You’re too young to stay home at night.”
What else would he do with himself tonight? Play a video game? Nap? Sit alone with his thoughts? Darcy shuddered. “I’ll think about it. Text me the info.”
“You’re slowing down, man,” Charlie said as his thumbs flew over his phone. “Should we get you a prescription for Viagra?” Darcy didn’t rise to the bait, a bit bored with the teasing.
But Charlie wasn’t finished. As a group of chattering actors pushed their way through the conference room door, he pulled Darcy further down the corridor and lowered his voice. “What do you think of the prospects for hooking up?”
It took Darcy a moment to realize his friend was wondering about the women in the cast. Charlie managed to get involved with at least one woman on every film. He picked them up and dropped them with alarming regularity, and managed it all with such charm that somehow they were never angry at him. Darcy had no idea how he did it.
“I’ll just be happy if I can steer clear of Caroline,” Darcy muttered. Charlie laughed; his sister’s interest in Darcy was a long-running joke. “Who do you have your eye on?”
Charlie discreetly tilted his head toward a group of departing cast members that included Jane Bennet. “Do you think Tom would mind if I made a move on his daughter?”
Darcy snorted. “I don’t think Tom would notice.”
Charlie rubbed his hands together. “I am on it!” He watched Jane disappear around a corner and then turned to Darcy. “What about you? Identified any hot prospects?”
“What am I? A talent scout?” Darcy joked.
Charlie shrugged. “Aren’t we all?”
A couple of years ago, Darcy would have been scanning the conference room for women who might be interested in a night of fun, but today he hadn’t even considered it. “No. I’m keeping it loose on this set. No hooking up with costars.”
“Man, you are always so serious!”
Darcy stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m supposed to be rehabilitating my image. I’m not going to ruin it by being a horndog on set.”
“You know that attitude will not keep the chicks away, don’t you?”
Darcy gave his friend a sly smile. “Nothing I can do about that. It’s my natural alpha dog magnetism.”
“Nah, that’s not it. It’s the brooding thing you’ve got going on.”
Darcy’s eyebrows lifted. “Brooding thing? I wasn’t aware I did a brooding thing.”
Charlie waved a hand impatiently. “Oh, c’mon! You were doing it during the table read—all profound and brooding.”
“I was just sitting there.”
“No, definitely brooding, even if it was unintentional. Which is totally unfair.”
“Why?”
“I can’t brood.”
“Sure you can. Anyone can brood if they try hard enough.” Darcy reflected that this had turned into a bizarre conversation.
“Nah. It’s the face. I look like the guy who skateboards all day. Or who only drinks and smokes weed.” That was not an inaccurate description of Charlie’s lifestyle. “With this face, I’m perpetually stuck in ‘mellow boy-next-door’ mode. And next-door boys don’t brood.”
“That’s deep, man. You should put it on a bumper sticker.”
Charlie punched Darcy’s arm. “Asshole! I’m unburdening the deep existential dilemmas of my life, and you’re mocking me. Now you owe me! You owe it to me to come to the club tonight and help me round up some chicks.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Victoria has a Ph.D. in English literature and has taught composition to unwilling college students. Today she teaches business writing to willing office professionals and tries to give voice to the demanding cast of characters in her head.

She lives in Virginia with an overly affectionate cat, two children who are learning how much fun Austen’s characters can be, and a husband who fortunately is not jealous of Mr. Darcy. A lifelong Austen fan, Victoria has read more Jane Austen variations and sequels than she can count – and confesses to an extreme partiality for the Colin Firth miniseries version of Pride and Prejudice.

Visit her at www. victoriakincaid. com

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