Barbara Cartland is the queen of romantic pulp fiction; she is the anti-Georgette Heyer. She wrote only two books in her career--this one and the other hundreds that she she cranked out like sausage on a monthly basis, all with the same plot,the same characters and a choice of settings (modern or historical). I should know; I gobbled them up as a teenager. My sisters and I were planning to write our own Barbara Cartland; we wanted to call it My Heart Pumps
. But,fortunately for the world of fiction, we were readers not writers and it never materialized.
Of all of her books, there is only one that is worth re-reading, and I do on an irregular basis, and that is Hazard of Hearts
. It is the only one of her titles that is almost completely outside the cookie-cutter mode of young innocent meets rake, falls in love and marries him. It is the only book that has a decent story and decent characters to go along with the romantic plot line.