Authors: Barbara Cartland
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First published on the internet in March 2013 by Barbaracartland.com
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Chiara then looked up to see a flock of great white swans flying with their long necks stretched out and their wings beating swiftly.
“Oh, you are just so beautiful!” she cried, as they sped past her like white arrows, the sun shining on their feathers. “Wait! Where are you going?”
She gathered up her skirts and ran after the swans, leaping over clumps of grass as she struggled to keep up.
‘I will never catch them,’ she thought, ‘they are so wild and free, but I cannot bear to lose sight of them.’
Ahead of her, she could see a mirror-like expanse of water, where one field had flooded with the winter rain and she gasped with delight as the swans turned in the sky and headed for the water. They were going to land there!
She then threw her hood back and stood, panting, to watch them, one by one, as they splashed down onto the water, legs waving and just for a moment she thought that they looked rather clumsy.
But next they ruffled and tidied their feathers and then they were gliding serenely over the water, their lovely necks arched and their proud eyes gazing all around.
Barbara Cartland was the most prolific bestselling author in the history of the world. She was frequently in the Guinness Book of Records for writing more books in a year than any other living author. In fact her most amazing literary feat was when her publishers asked for more Barbara Cartland romances, she doubled her output from 10 books a year to over 20 books a year, when she was 77.
She went on writing continuously at this rate for 20 years and wrote her last book at the age of 97, thus completing 400 books between the ages of 77 and 97.
Her publishers finally could not keep up with this phenomenal output, so at her death she left 160 unpublished manuscripts, something again that no other author has ever achieved.
Now the exciting news is that these 160 original unpublished Barbara Cartland books are ready for publication and they will be published by Barbaracartland.com exclusively on the internet, as the web is the best possible way to reach so many Barbara Cartland readers around the world.
The 160 books will be published monthly and will be numbered in sequence.
The series is called the Pink Collection as a tribute to Barbara Cartland whose favourite colour was pink and it became very much her trademark over the years.
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Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“When I am kissed by the man I love and who loves me, I always fly to Heaven and it is so beautiful I want to stay there for ever!”
Lady Chiara Fairfax had never felt quite so cold in all her life as the chaise came to a halt in front of a tall Georgian house that stood not far from the towering spires of Ely Cathedral.
Shivering, she stepped down from the chaise onto the cobbles of the little street that wound its way up to the great Cathedral.
It was just teatime, but the sun was already low on the horizon and black storm clouds were blowing across the darkening sky.
A heavy drenching rain began to fall, but Chiara felt glad, as if she waited in the street for a few moments, the raindrops on her face would hide the fact that she had been crying.
It was so kind of her best friend, Elizabeth, to invite her to stay and she did not want to arrive looking utterly miserable.
But she simply could not help it.
All through the long drive from her home, Rensham Hall in Norfolk, she could not forget that her darling Papa was dead and that her Mama had sent her away, telling her,
“Chiara, my angel, I cannot bear to see you looking so sad. You must go and spend some time with someone of your own age and try to laugh again and be happy.”
The blue front door of the Georgian house flew open and a tall girl with a glorious mane of red-gold curls came bounding down the stone steps, a beaming smile of welcome on her face.
“Chiara! My dearest, dearest friend in the whole world! What are you doing standing out here in the rain?”
Elizabeth must have been watching out for Chiara from her bedroom window overlooking the street.
She threw her arms around Chiara in a joyful hug.
“Oh, I am so glad to see you. There is so much to tell you. But you, poor thing, must come inside at once.”
Elizabeth then seized Chiara’s hand and pulled her up the steps and into the warm brightly lit hall.
“I did not think that I would be seeing you again so soon,” she said, as she helped Chiara out of her damp cloak and led her into the parlour.
The two girls had attended a renowned school for Young Ladies in Cambridge and they had finished their studies a few weeks ago before Christmas.
“I just wish it was not such a sad reason that brings you here,” Elizabeth said, her bright face suddenly worried. “I know how much you loved your Papa.”
Chiara sat beside Elizabeth on the sofa in front of a crackling fire and wiped her hand over her wet cheeks to push away any lingering tears.
“Yes, I did – so very much,” she managed to say, although her voice felt weak and shaky.
Lord Fairfax had loved Chiara too.
He had fallen deeply in love with Chiara’s Mama, quite late in his life, when all his Society friends believed that he would remain a bachelor for ever.
But the beautiful young Italian dancer, Signorina Minotti, had stolen his heart completely and, to the outrage of his family and friends, he had married her and embarked on twenty years of blissful happiness.
Chiara was their only child and he adored her. She was an enchanting girl, graceful and dark-haired like her Mama and shared her talents and she could dance and sing almost as soon as she could walk.