The Castle Made for Love by Barbara Cartland

Yolande's desperation knew no bounds.

Up until now her life was as perfect as any princess in a storybook. A landed countess, blessed with beauty, intelligence and wealth, she lived in a magnificent castle on the edge of a dark, mysterious forest.

But the fairy tale abruptly became a nightmare when she was promised in marriage to the Marquis de Montereau. Yolande had heard a great deal about the Marquis: he was the most notorious rake in all Paris. He might be willing to marry her for her estates, but he would never love her.

Knowing she would rather die than wed a man she hardly knew and certainly despised, Yolande saw only one way to appraise her future bridegroom and resign herself to marriage.

She would go to Paris impersonating a woman of less than perfect virtue. She would force the Marquis to love her as a woman-not as the owner of a priceless castle.

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Araminta:

This is certainly not the typical heroine we find in Cartland novels: to begin with, she is rich. Secondly, although she is orphan, her grandmother is living with her and loves her (so there is no room for the I-need-to-escape-because-they-hate-me part). And in third place, she knew all about married men having mistresses because his father had one! And he told her about her, nevertheless!

The books is full of interesting situations, is easy to read and keep on reading once you started it � not that finishing it will take that long. And it has a page, just one page, where I read what I have never have read before, nor I read after: he lost control because he thought she lied when she told him that she loved him and intends to take her by force. The truth is that she was very sad that he asked her to become his mistress when she thought their love was greater than life and he would want her as a wife, and that was why she wasn�t very enthusiastic of the plans he was describing of their future together.

��You are not playing with me? If you are � if you have lied about your love for me � I think I will kill you! Are you lying?� He was kissing her demandingly; his mouth held her captive as he picked her up in his arm and carried her through the curtains, then the Marquis threw her down in the low coach.
�You are mine! You cannot escape me!� he said harshly

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