An Introduction to the Pink Collection

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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.

 

"Never look for love, love will find you"

Barbara Cartland

Rena had promised herself that she would never tell him of her love, for his sake. And yet the words burst from her, called forth by the intensity of his own emotion. John loved her. He had said so. And nothing in heaven or on earth could have prevented her from confessing her own love in return.

“I love you,” he said, holding her away from him so that he could see her face. “I love you in every way that a man can love a woman. You are mine, and I am yours. That is how it has to be. It was meant. It's our destiny. I couldn't fight it if I wanted to. But I don't. I want to love you and rejoice in you all the days of my life. And if you don't feel the same I have nothing to live for.”

 

THE CROSS OF LOVE

BARBARA CARTLAND

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Cartland Promotions

First published on the internet in 2004 by Barbaracartland.com

 

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Crows wheeled and circled in the bleak winter sky, while the mourners huddled over the grave beneath. The chill in the air was not more bitter than the chill in their hearts.

What will we do without him? How will we manage?

The man they were laying in the earth had been their vicar and, in some ways, their father. In their tiny, remote village of Fardale, there was nobody else to care for them, and they remembered now that the Reverend Colwell had exhorted them, praised them, chastised, defended and loved them.

Now he was gone, struck down by a chill he'd contracted visiting a sick parishioner on a snowy night.

For a while he'd seemed to rally, then failed again, finally sinking into pneumonia, and fading gently away.

They all felt his loss, but none more so than the pale, distraught girl who kept her eyes fixed on the open grave, and closed her eyes as the first clods of earth hit it. She was Rena Colwell, the dead man's daughter.

Beside her, a much younger girl, wearing a shawl over her head, slipped her hand into Rena's, offering and giving comfort. She had the work roughened hands of a maid of all work.

“Let's get going, miss,” she urged.

“Just a few more minutes, Ellie. I want to talk to the curate who read the service. Why don't you go on to the vicarage, put the kettle on and make a few sandwiches? He'll probably want to join us for tea before he leaves.”

But when she approached the haughty young man, who'd travelled over from a distant parish to read the service, he made no bones about his eagerness to depart. He preferred the city and was clearly appalled by this backwater village.

“Have you heard anything about who may be coming to take Papa's place?” Rena asked.

“Well, it's hardly the best situation, but there are always plenty of hacks who've lost hope of anything better.”

She stiffened at the implied slur on her father, but he blundered on, oblivious.

“So I should think somebody will turn up any day now. It's a pity there's nobody living in that huge house I passed on my way here. A great man always lends tone to a place, besides bringing employment.”

“The last Earl of Lansdale died ten years ago,” Rena said. “Nobody seems to know who the next one is, or if there's anyone at all. The family may have died out. The Grange has stood empty since then.”

“Then it's a bad business. Well, I must be going. I've got dinner waiting for me at my hotel.”

Rena trudged home alone through the twilight, her heart heavy. In the kitchen she found Ellie, the only servant the vicar had been able to afford, ready with tea.

The two young women sat together companionably in the kitchen, drinking tea in the fading light.

“He was never the same after your Mama died,” Ellie said.

“That's true,” Rena sighed. “It's strange to think that a year ago today she was still alive. And then she collapsed and died, and something went out of him. He was always very sweet and gentle to me, but I can't help feeling he's happier now.”

“What are you going to do, miss?”

Rena gave a wry smile. “I don't know. That curate made sure to remind me that I shall have to move out of here soon. I'm glad, of course. The village needs a parson. But I don't know where I'll go.”

“You could be a teacher, miss. You know ever so much.”

“Well, I read a lot, but I'm afraid I don't know enough to be a teacher or a governess. I could care for children, but nobody around here is rich enough to hire me. In fact the only thing I'm any good at is keeping house.”

Ellie gave a little scream.

“You can't be a housekeeper miss. What would your Mama have said?”

“Mama wouldn't have approved,” Rena agreed. “Her family were ‘gentry' who thought themselves above a marriage with the clergy. They were very shocked when she fell in love with Papa.

“But I must earn my living somehow, and I'd be glad to hear of any honest employment before I have to leave here.”

She gave Ellie a rueful smile. “I'm afraid I can't afford to keep you on – “

“That's all right miss. Mum'll be glad to have me home now our Gladys has married. Besides, it's time I reminded Bert I was alive.”

“Bert?”