Read 101. A Call of Love Online
Authors: Barbara Cartland
BARBARA CARTLAND
Copyright © 2013 by Cartland Promotions
First published on the internet in January 2013 by Barbaracartland.com
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Then, as Aisha pulled back the curtain to place the hanger onto the rail, she gave a scream of horror.
Hiding behind the curtain was Arthur Watkins!
He stepped out smiling and crowed,
“You thought you were free of me, pretty lady, but I don’t give up so easily.”
As he spoke, he seized her arm.
Then he placed one hand over her mouth so that she could not scream again.
Arthur Watkins had actually been thinking all day of how he could be in touch with what he had decided was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
He had always moved in a Society where money was much more important than breeding or education and, because he was so rich, he was used to having any interest he showed in a woman reciprocated.
Because Aisha had avoided him, she had set him a challenge and a challenge was something that he had never refused or ignored in his busy and successful life.
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Her publishers finally could not keep up with this phenomenal output, so at her death she left 160 unpublished manuscripts, something again that no other author has ever achieved.
Now the exciting news is that these 160 original unpublished Barbara Cartland books are ready for publication and they will be published by Barbaracartland.com exclusively on the internet, as the web is the best possible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.
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If you really love someone, you are a part of him and he is a part of you. You know what he is thinking, you know what he is feeling and above all you know that he loves you, as indeed you love him
.”
Barbara Cartland
Lord Kenington woke with a start and remembered that he was at sea.
He had been very tired when he came aboard the P & O Liner, which was taking him to India.
After eating a supper brought to his cabin by his valet, he had climbed into bed. He knew that he had a great deal to think about and decide on when he was alone, but instead he had fallen asleep.
Now, as he glanced at the clock beside him, he saw that it was well into a new day.
He had been extremely busy before he had come on board.
The Prime Minister had asked him if he would go out to India and bring back to him a personal report on the situation on the frontier of that country.
India was of huge importance to Great Britain and there was an unmistakable menace from the Russians.
The Cossacks, riding magnificently across Southern Asia, were coming nearer and nearer to what was always considered the brightest jewel in the British Crown.
Queen Victoria herself had told Lord Kenington that she wanted a much more intimate report than she had been currently receiving and the Prime Minister had spent several hours discussing his mission with him.
Now, having rung for his valet, Lord Kenington got up and began to dress, having decided that he would go down to breakfast rather than have it in his cabin.
He had made it a rule never to talk while he was dressing. He always disliked chatter early in the morning and his valet therefore handed him his clothes one by one without saying a word.
Then he walked out and onto the deck for a little fresh air before he went to the Saloon for breakfast.
They were a long way down the English Channel and he realised they would soon be in the Bay of Biscay, which was invariably rough however bright the sunshine.
As he was an excellent sailor, a rough sea did not worry him, in fact he rather enjoyed it.
As he walked round the deck, he thought by the time he reached India he would be sadly short of exercise.
In London he would normally ride his exceedingly fine horses in Rotten Row early in the morning and, when he was in the country, he had an early breakfast so that he could ride for at least two hours before he started work.
He should, at the age of twenty-eight, have been enjoying himself, like most of his friends, with the beauties in Mayfair who were hotly pursued by the Prince of Wales.
Lord Kenington had, however, found recently that however beautiful a woman might be, in a short while she became boring.
Although it might seem absurd, he really preferred working to making love.
This suited the Prime Minister and the Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, who both regularly consulted him on various matters of State. If there was trouble in Paris, it was said almost automatically,
“Oh, send Kenington over to see what is wrong,” and then the Prime Minister would insist that the same rule applied to most other countries in Europe.
He had inherited his brain and air of authority from a long line of impressive ancestors, who had played their part in English politics from the moment they were born.