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IN SEARCH OF LOVE
Robert was there, holding out his arms and she moved into them gladly.
They had danced together before but this was different. Now they sensed something they had not known nor even suspected.
“You are beautiful, Vanda,” he sighed. “More beautiful than any woman here.”
She smiled.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Why should you think so?”
“Because you have never paid me compliments before.”
“Times change,” he said seriously. “People change.”
She could think of nothing but how it felt to be close to him. She wanted him to draw her even closer, to take her into his arms and kiss her.
Looking up, she met his eyes and was swept by an overwhelming conviction that he felt the same.
Suddenly his arms tightened about her and she felt herself being danced out of the tall windows into the garden.
IN SEARCH OF LOVE
Copyright © March 2006
by Cartland Promotions

First published on the internet in 2006 by
Barbaracartland.com
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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Her publishers finally could not keep up with this phenomenal output, so at her death she left 160 unpublished manuscripts, something again that no other author has ever achieved.
Now the exciting news is that these 160 original unpublished Barbara Cartland books are ready for publication and they will be published by Barbaracartland.com exclusively on the internet, as the web is the best possible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.
Camfield Place,
Hatfield,
Hertfordshire
AL9 6JE
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Telephone: + 44 (0)1707 642629
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Titles in this series
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
THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND
Barbara Cartland who sadly died in May 2000 at the age of nearly 99 was the world’s most famous romantic novelist who wrote 723 books in her lifetime with worldwide sales of over 1 billion copies and her books were translated into 36 different languages.
As well as romantic novels, she wrote historical biographies, 6 autobiographies, theatrical plays, books of advice on life, love, vitamins and cookery. She also found time to be a political speaker and television and radio personality.
She wrote her first book at the age of 21 and this was called Jigsaw . It became an immediate bestseller and sold 100,000 copies in hardback and was translated into 6 different languages. She wrote continuously throughout her life, writing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. Her books have always been immensely popular in the United States, where in 1976 her current books were at numbers 1 & 2 in the B. Dalton bestsellers list, a feat never achieved before or since by any author.
Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime and will be best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels, so loved by her millions of readers throughout the world.
Her books will always be treasured for their moral message, her pure and innocent heroines, her good looking and dashing heroes and above all her belief that the power of love is more important than anything else in everyone’s life.

“When you fall in love, you want to sing with the birds, dance with the fairies, jump over the moon. It is truly the most glorious feeling in the whole wide world.”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE 1889
The Earl of Cunningham was on the last stage of his morning ride, the one that brought him in sight of Cunningham Hall, the great house that had been in his family for years.
It had been built in the early 17th. century, receiving several additions over the next two hundred years. Now it stood, glowing, in the morning sun, beautiful, imposing and magnificent.
Robert, the sixth Earl, had possessed his title for eight years and filled his position so well that he was extremely popular with all his neighbours in this corner of Kent.
He was a man in the prime of life. In his early thirties, he boasted a strong, handsome face and deep blue eyes. His mouth was stern, but he could burst into sudden laughter that transformed him.
As he galloped towards his stables this morning, he at once noticed a carriage that he recognised as belonging to Sir Quentin Sudbury, the Lord Lieutenant of the county of Kent.
The Earl groaned.
If there was one thing he disliked, it was people who called on him before breakfast. And if there was one person he found tiresome, it was the Lord Lieutenant.
‘I wonder what can be wrong today?’ he asked himself, as he walked into the house.
If it was just a question of money, he supposed he would have to pay up. He was rich, even after finding dowries for his sisters.
Two of them were older than him and had married during his father’s lifetime. Two were twins of almost his own age and the fifth, much younger, had only married a year ago.
His father had found the possession of five daughters a financial strain. But that was because he was wildly extravagant, always buying costly pictures and furniture.
But after his death Robert had found that many of the pictures were not what they pretended to be. His father had not been skilled at discerning fakes and many of his ‘best’ buys were worthless.
He had also found that there was a great deal for him to organise on the estate itself. Farms had been somewhat neglected. Even the garden needed more attention and more imagination to make it as outstanding as it should be.
The same applied to the forest and the river which ran through the estate.
The Earl had sold some of his good pictures, provided for his remaining sisters, and invested the rest in reviving the estate, which his father had not cared for at all well.
At last his efforts had borne fruit. His revenues rose until once more he was as wealthy as the Earl of Cunningham expected to be.
He could remember his pride when his Uncle James had said to him,
“If you can do all this now, what will it be like in twenty years? What a legacy you will leave to your son!”
The Earl laughed and replied,
“I will have to produce him first.”
“Well, hurry up and choose a lady. What bride would not want to come to such home?”
“I have to be certain,” the Earl said, “that she loves me and not just the house.”
Uncle James had laughed.
“That is true,” he agreed. “You need to be very sensible. Women like a title.”
The Earl had already discovered this truth. Parents said openly that they wanted their daughter to become the Countess and to live grandly at the Hall. So far he had succeeded in keeping his distance.
But there was no chance of keeping his distance from the Lord Lieutenant, so the Earl walked sharply down the corridor which led to his sitting room.
It was a charming room with windows overlooking the garden. In one corner there was a beautiful 18th. century desk. On it stood a gold ink-pot and gold-topped pens with which his grandfather, his father and now he signed their special letters.
He had added several very valuable pictures which were his favourites. He was fond of this room, just as his father had been fond of it and his grandfather before him.
But today he was not at all pleased by the sight of Sir Quentin Sudbury waiting for him. After the Earl, he owned the largest amount of land in the county, and, as Lord Lieutenant, was continually bothering him with one request afte