Fiction Fest: Another free preview of Rebecca H. Jamison’s ‘Sense and Sensibility: A Latter-day Tale’

Sense and Sensibility 2x3 WEBRebecca H. Jamison’s “Sense and Sensibility: A Latter-day Tale” is, as you might suspect, a retelling of the Jane Austen classic — with a Latter-day Saint (Mormon) twist.

About the book:
Which is the key to love—practicality or passion? Sensible Elly and romantic Maren are sisters trying to hold their family together in the wake of their father’s bankruptcy and death. As both unexpectedly encounter the madness and misadventures of love, they find out what true happiness means. This modern reimagination of the Jane Austen favorite will capture your heart all over again.

“Sense and Sensibility: A Latter-day Tale” is available in bookstores and from online retailers.


From the author: After Elly discovers that her mother is about to lose her house, she calls her ex-fiancé Jake, the man who put her father’s company out of business, to beg him for a job. Jake promises her a job. All she needs to do is come in for an interview. What Elly doesn’t know is that Jake’s wife will be sitting in on the interview. Here’s a sneak peek at how it plays out.


Stan asked about the programming languages I knew and my job experience. After conducting hundreds of job interviews at Check-It-Out, I could’ve answered those questions in my sleep. Even the dreaded, “What’s your greatest weakness?” didn’t faze me.

I held his gaze without a flicker of embarrassment. “I have a bad temper.”

Candi drummed her fingers on the top of her closed laptop. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

I gripped the edges of my skirt underneath the table. “It’s never a problem at work. I have prevention strategies to keep it under control.”

Candi arched an eyebrow. “And those are?”

I straightened in my chair. “Umm.” Should I really share these? “Tap dancing, journaling, disassembling machinery—that sort of thing.” Maybe I should have left out that last part.

Candi smiled and folded her hands prayer-like on top of the table. “What kind of machinery?”

My chair swiveled as I squirmed. “I would never take apart any of the machinery here. Journaling is usually enough. If not, I can tap-dance in my socks in an empty conference room. It’s not like I lose my temper all that often.”

For the first time since the interview began, Candi opened her laptop and typed into it as if she were taking notes. “When was the last time you let your temper get out of control?”

I squinted at her. “Three years ago.”

“What happened?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know.

Candi had overstepped her bounds, but what else could I do but answer her question? While Stan looked on in confusion, I reminded myself why I was here—to keep my family out of the homeless shelter. “I broke something.”

Candi rolled her eyes. “You broke something?” She was trying to get me to lose my temper right there in the interview. I looked at the ring on her left hand. It was Jake’s grandmother’s ring, the same ring I’d worn. Despite his Italian suits and gold cuff links, Jake was a total cheapskate when it came to love. I was glad to be rid of him, gladder still if I could forget him entirely.

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. “I got angry because someone took something that belonged to me. I thought it was something valuable. Turns out it wasn’t such a big deal. That’s why I don’t have as many problems with my temper now. Because most things aren’t worth it.”

She glanced at her laptop, as if her screen held a list of awkward interview questions. “What was your greatest professional disappointment?”

Considering that Candi had so much to do with two of my three greatest disappointments, I chose carefully. “Losing my father.”

Candi closed her laptop. “Losing your father is a personal disappointment. Would it be fair to say that losing your family business was the greatest disappointment in your career?”

If she expected to make me cry, it wasn’t going to happen. I did three silent shuffle stomps on the carpet under the table. “Yes.”

Candi slid her laptop into her attaché. “I’m going to be completely up-front with you, Elly. Having you come to work for us would constitute a conflict of interest. How can we trust someone who used to be our competitor?”