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LOVERS IN LONDON

Lanthia was thinking again about her dream man who always rode beside her in the woods. Instinctively the thought made her yearn for fresh air so she ran to the window.

She looked out onto Portland Place, at the same time still feeling as if she was riding beneath the trees in the woods at home.

In her thoughts, the sun was percolating through the broad leaves of the green canopy overhead and someone was riding beside her.

Someone who was so in tune with her that he understood that she was listening to the goblins working deep in the ground.

Someone who could see in the same way she could, the nymphs hiding behind the trunks of the trees.

How could she explain to the Marquis, or anyone else, the strange feelings she harboured within her?

She was sure that no one would ever understand that she was talking to an invisible man beside her, who felt the same as she did about everything.

‘How can I marry
anyone
,' she asked herself, ‘if I am always thinking about someone else, even though he is invisible?'

THE BARBARA CARTLAND PINK COLLECTION

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Her publishers finally could not keep up with this phenomenal output, so at her death she left 160 unpublished manuscripts, something again that no other author has ever achieved.

Now the exciting news is that these 160 original unpublished Barbara Cartland books are ready for publication and they will be published by Barbaracartland.com exclusively on the internet, as the web is the best possible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.

The Barbara Cartland Pink Collection is published only on the internet. Log on to
www.barbaracartland.com
to find out how you can purchase the books monthly as they are published, and take out a subscription that will ensure that all subsequent editions are delivered to you by mail order to your home.

If you do not have access to a computer you can write for information about the Pink Collection to the following address :

Barbara Cartland.com Ltd.

240 High Road,

Harrow Weald,

Harrow

HA3 7BB

United Kingdom.

Telephone & fax: +44 (0)20 8863 2520

Titles in this series

These titles are currently available for download. For more information please see the
Where to buy page
at the end of this book

  1. The Cross Of Love

  2. Love In The Highlands

  3. Love Finds The Way

  4. The Castle Of Love

  5. Love Is Triumphant

  6. Stars In The Sky

  7. The Ship Of Love

  8. A Dangerous Disguise

  9. Love Became Theirs

  10. Love Drives In

  11. Sailing To Love

  12. The Star Of Love

  13. Music Is The Soul Of Love

  14. Love In The East

  15. Theirs To Eternity

  16. A Paradise On Earth

  17. Love Wins In Berlin

  18. In Search Of Love

  19. Love Rescues Rosanna

  20. A Heart In Heaven

  21. The House Of Happiness

  22. Royalty Defeated By Love

  23. The White Witch

  24. They Sought Love

  25. Love Is The Reason For Living

  26. They Found Their Way To Heaven

  27. Learning To Love

  28. Journey To Happiness

  29. A Kiss In The Desert

  30. The Heart Of Love

  31. The Richness Of Love

  32. For Ever And Ever

  33. An Unexpected Love

  34. Saved By An Angel

  35. Touching The Stars

  36. Seeking Love

  37. Journey To Love

  38. The Importance Of Love

  39. Love By The Lake

  40. A Dream Come True

  41. The King Without A Heart

  42. The Waters Of Love

  43. Danger To The Duke

  44. A Perfect Way To Heaven

  45. Follow Your Heart

  46. In Hiding

  47. Rivals For Love

  48. A Kiss From The Heart

  49. Lovers In London

  50. This Way To Heaven

THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND

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.

 

‘How can I marry anyone,' she asked herself, ‘if I am always thinking about someone else, even though he is invisible?'

Barbara Cartland

CHAPTER ONE
1880

Lanthia was riding alone through the woods as she did every morning.

She was thinking that nothing in the universe could be lovelier than the sunshine streaming through the spring leaves and turning them to gold.

As usual she was telling herself a story. It seemed that whenever she rode into the woods her imagination was on fire and stories just flowed into her mind.

As she often said to her father, she had travelled the world just by reading the books in his library and listening to the wonderful stories he told her.

“They all seem so true and real, Papa,” she had told him over and over again.

Her father had laughed, delighted.

Sir Philip Grenville had been very much an ardent traveller in his youth, but now he was content to stay at home in the country.

He wrote about his experiences rather than taking part any more.

To Lanthia, ever since she had been small, the huge library with so many books overflowing into almost every other room in the house created many fairy tales in which she herself always played a vital part.

She envisaged herself climbing the Himalayas as her father had tried to do, or travelling for endless miles over deserted countryside to Tibet and finding a monastery perched on the side of a cliff where no European had ever set foot.

In all of her dreams she was accompanied by someone special, a dream companion, who understood what she was thinking and who enjoyed the adventure of discovering a new world as much as she did.

She dreamed, as she was travelling up the Nile or the Amazon, that she instructed her invisible companion.

At other times he instructed her, but always in her dreams they were together and she was never frightened or alone.

Lanthia had always been a lonely child.

A late baby, her mother, Elizabeth, was already thirty-nine years old when she was born. The age gap between Lanthia and her older bother, David, was too great for him to make a natural playmate, so the little girl came to rely on her own vivid imagination for companionship.

When the Honourable Elizabeth Ford married Philip Grenville – he had not then come into the family Baronetcy – their families had been delighted. Their happiness had seemed complete when the young couple welcomed a son and heir within a year of marriage, and their families eagerly anticipated siblings to follow swiftly.

However, because Philip Grenville wanted to travel the world and his devoted wife always went with him, there were no more children.

Accepting that their family was complete, the well-travelled couple had given up hoping that there might be any more.

So Lanthia had been an unexpected surprise, or ‘afterthought' as someone had wryly commented.

Her parents were thrilled and delighted with their baby daughter. It seemed as if the fates had given them a special gift when they were least expecting it.

Lanthia herself had always looked as if she had stepped straight out of a fairy story.

Dainty, pretty and intelligent, Sir Philip was prouder of his daughter than of any of the books he wrote or even his vast library that he had spent years compiling. Enchanted, he spent a great deal of time telling her stories, which fascinated her until she began to feel that she was living in them rather than just hearing them.

Now, riding through the woods that were part of her father's country estate, she was blissfully imagining that she was riding in the hot sun in India towards a magnificent Palace, where she was to stay with the Maharajah.

India was very often in her thoughts because that was where David was presently stationed. He was serving as
aide-de-camp
to the Viceroy.

He did not write to her very often, but when he did, her bother's descriptions made Lanthia feel that she was exploring India herself.

In her mind she travelled from the Viceregal Lodge in Calcutta to the North-West Frontier where many hostile tribesmen lurked behind every rock and bush. She could visualise all too well the dangers she would be facing.

David had told her when he was last at home for a short leave how afraid they all felt about infiltration by the Russians.

So adding to the pictures in her mind, she could almost see the Cossacks riding across the desolate plains towards India, which was considered the most magnificent jewel in the British Crown.

But the Czar himself and the Cossacks who served him were determined it should sooner or later be in their hands.

“We have to be always on our guard,” David told his sister, who listened to him wide-eyed.

“The Russians infiltrate,” he went on, “amongst the local tribesmen and incite them to rebel against us. They intrigue with the ordinary Indians everywhere and we are never sure what mischief they are plotting until the trouble actually strikes us.”

He also told her how beautiful the Palaces were and how India itself was so enchanting.

When he returned to his duties Lanthia felt as if she was still with him.

She was, in her mind, living in India amongst its smiling people, its exquisite monuments and its burning sun.

In reality the sunshine was only slightly warm on her soft cheeks, glittering on her fair hair, as she was not wearing a hat.

Tossing her head defiantly, she thought how much easier it was when she rode alone just to jump onto a horse. Why bother about jackets, hats and of course gloves, which every lady who rode was expected to wear, when it took up valuable time that she could be outdoors in her beloved woods?

Her fine black stallion was called Jupiter, after the Roman King of the Gods, and she loved him best after her parents.

He seemed to understand everything she was saying when she talked to him. The grooms had told her and she knew it was true, that when it was her regular time to come to the stables, Jupiter was always waiting at the door of his stall listening for her footsteps.

Now as they moved slowly over the moss-covered paths in the woods, Lanthia was talking to him,

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