At the grand salons of London or the society spas at Bath, Carolina Mallory always put her orphaned family first. But she could never quiet her yearning heart… When her father died in disgrace and financial ruin, Carolina devoted herself to picking up the pieces of her family’s shattered lives. Futures that had once been so bright, so promising, had been reduced to rubble, all hope gone. Still, Carolina could not forget the handsome young soldier she had once planned to marry. Nor could she forget Lord Pershore, whose dangerous game forced her father to a last desperate act—as he now forced Carolina to lead a desperate double life…
Beautiful, fair-haired Helene Ambel was the hit of the London season, the epitome of a refined young heiress. But she preferred books, horses and intellectual pursuits to the dances, parties and simpering, overdressed, foolish men she could not take seriously. Helene was hungry for adventure. She found it by helping her friends Juliet and Nicholas, who wanted to marry. Juliet's mother preferred the smooth-talking earl as a match for her daughter. And though Nicholas adored Juliet, he had his own reasons for hesitating to make her his wife. Helene was drawn into the dark intrigue that threatened to separate Nicholas and Juliet forever---the same intrigue that had touched Helene's maid's sister. Then Helene met the handsome Captain Longford. His interest in helping the star-crossed lovers made him very attractive to Helene....
The lovely Miranda was as scandalous as she was beautiful. Young Lord Romford had his hands full as her guardian, and right now he was at his wit's end. Only the night before, Miranda had allowed the dashing Viscount Brynmawr to unmask her at a rout. Gossip spread like wildfire, and impulsively Miranda announced that she was engaged to the Viscount. This, of course, appeared to make everything proper. Now a firm Lord Romford confronted her and told her she had to go through with this marriage. "It might just be the making of you," he said. Miranda's tears did not move her young guardian one whit. Or did they?
SHE HAD ALWAYS DONE AS SHE PLEASED--WITH NARY A THOUGHT TO THE CONSEQUENCES. Indeed, Sally Mallory's great success throughout the ton as a fine portrait painter had been aided by spirited independence--along with wit and extraordinary talent. But now it seemed she had gone too far. Impetuous Sally had compromised her reputation, and now was to be forced into a marriage of convenience with the most distinguished art critic in London, the cold and arrogant Duke, Ian Frobisher! Ian was proud, unbending, quick to anger--and though Sally sensed the hurt beneath his disdain, she was desperate to escape a loveless union. Impulsively, she accepted the disreputable Sir Percy Badham's shocking proposal. . . .
They met, scandalously, in her bedroom at midnight, and shared a daring escape from France. Now, in London, the cynical and mocking Sir Nicholas Thomas is high-spirited Roberta Rushforth's hired protector and seeming suitor in an elaborate masquerade. The social whirl exposes her to the schemes of her jealous former suitor and a notorious French count—and leaves her breathless in Sir Nicholas' arms. Beneath the glittering facade lies dark treachery, but Roberta can no longer mask her passion for Sir Nicholas—whose ardent gaze might mean nothing. . .or everything.
At the grand salons of London or the society spas at Bath, Carolina Mallory always put her orphaned family first. But she could never quiet her yearning heart… When her father died in disgrace and financial ruin, Carolina devoted herself to picking up the pieces of her family’s shattered lives. Futures that had once been so bright, so promising, had been reduced to rubble, all hope gone. Still, Carolina could not forget the handsome young soldier she had once planned to marry. Nor could she forget Lord Pershore, whose dangerous game forced her father to a last desperate act—as he now forced Carolina to lead a desperate double life…
They met, scandalously, in her bedroom at midnight, and shared a daring escape from France. Now, in London, the cynical and mocking Sir Nicholas Thomas is high-spirited Roberta Rushforth's hired protector and seeming suitor in an elaborate masquerade. The social whirl exposes her to the schemes of her jealous former suitor and a notorious French count—and leaves her breathless in Sir Nicholas' arms. Beneath the glittering facade lies dark treachery, but Roberta can no longer mask her passion for Sir Nicholas—whose ardent gaze might mean nothing. . .or everything.
But you do not seem to understand. I cannot remember who I am." When dashing Lord Umber rescued Felicia from the coach accident, he automatically assumed she was merely a wench for fun and games. He knew nothing about her aristocratic heritage. Neither did she, for the blow on her head had quite driven all memory away. But even though Felicia did not remember her past, she was not going to allow herself to be seduced by a glamourous young stranger...
SHE HAD ALWAYS DONE AS SHE PLEASED--WITH NARY A THOUGHT TO THE CONSEQUENCES. Indeed, Sally Mallory's great success throughout the ton as a fine portrait painter had been aided by spirited independence--along with wit and extraordinary talent. But now it seemed she had gone too far. Impetuous Sally had compromised her reputation, and now was to be forced into a marriage of convenience with the most distinguished art critic in London, the cold and arrogant Duke, Ian Frobisher! Ian was proud, unbending, quick to anger--and though Sally sensed the hurt beneath his disdain, she was desperate to escape a loveless union. Impulsively, she accepted the disreputable Sir Percy Badham's shocking proposal. . . .
The slender young highwayman who held up Lord Raven's coach was shocked to discover he had made a terrible mistake. He turned and fled, but not before Lord Raven had put a bullet in his shoulder. It was then Raven's turn to be shocked. For the wounded highwayman turned out to be a beautiful young woman, the kind of woman the rakish Raven had been seeking all his life--Lady Tara. It was some time before Lady Tara could tell Raven the truth about this frightening masquerade. But when she did, she plunged them both into a dangerous mission that was to change their lives....
The lovely Miranda was as scandalous as she was beautiful. Young Lord Romford had his hands full as her guardian, and right now he was at his wit's end. Only the night before, Miranda had allowed the dashing Viscount Brynmawr to unmask her at a rout. Gossip spread like wildfire, and impulsively Miranda announced that she was engaged to the Viscount. This, of course, appeared to make everything proper. Now a firm Lord Romford confronted her and told her she had to go through with this marriage. "It might just be the making of you," he said. Miranda's tears did not move her young guardian one whit. Or did they?
Beautiful, fair-haired Helene Ambel was the hit of the London season, the epitome of a refined young heiress. But she preferred books, horses and intellectual pursuits to the dances, parties and simpering, overdressed, foolish men she could not take seriously. Helene was hungry for adventure. She found it by helping her friends Juliet and Nicholas, who wanted to marry. Juliet's mother preferred the smooth-talking earl as a match for her daughter. And though Nicholas adored Juliet, he had his own reasons for hesitating to make her his wife. Helene was drawn into the dark intrigue that threatened to separate Nicholas and Juliet forever---the same intrigue that had touched Helene's maid's sister. Then Helene met the handsome Captain Longford. His interest in helping the star-crossed lovers made him very attractive to Helene....
Lament of an Expat is the witty, sometimes bemused, chronicle of an expats plunge into American culture, with its love of the gun and the sacred dollar, with its rigid constitution and singular laws and with the kindness, generosity and humanity of ordinary Americans. She describes encounters with the Mafia, a plane crash, Robert Redford, a Madam and a call girl from her home town in Wales, a famous author so drunk he couldnt talk, a cardboard funeral casket, Richard Nixon and a Caribbean wedding that was supposed to exclude God but didnt. One of her twin boys lives in New York City, she writes, while the other is in London, maintaining her connection with the U.K. Along the way, she makes a foe of Roger Ailes, top earner for Rupert Murdochs media empire, and loves every minute of the dispute which continues with this book.
A stunning work of memoir and an unforgettable depiction of the brilliance and madness by one of Surrealism's most compelling figures In 1937 Leonora Carrington—later to become one of the twentieth century’s great painters of the weird, the alarming, and the wild—was a nineteen-year-old art student in London, beautiful and unapologetically rebellious. At a dinner party, she met the artist Max Ernst. The two fell in love and soon departed to live and paint together in a farmhouse in Provence. In 1940, the invading German army arrested Ernst and sent him to a concentration camp. Carrington suffered a psychotic break. She wept for hours. Her stomach became “the mirror of the earth”—of all worlds in a hostile universe—and she tried to purify the evil by compulsively vomiting. As the Germans neared the south of France, a friend persuaded Carrington to flee to Spain. Facing the approach “of robots, of thoughtless, fleshless beings,” she packed a suitcase that bore on a brass plate the word Revelation. This was only the beginning of a journey into madness that was to end with Carrington confined in a mental institution, overwhelmed not only by her own terrible imaginings but by her doctor’s sadistic course of treatment. In Down Below she describes her ordeal—in which the agonizing and the marvelous were equally combined—with a startling, almost impersonal precision and without a trace of self-pity. Like Daniel Paul Schreber’s Memoirs of My Nervous Illness, Down Below brings the hallucinatory logic of madness home.
An old woman enters into a fantastical world of dreams and nightmares in this surrealist classic admired by Björk and Luis Buñuel. Leonora Carrington, painter, playwright, and novelist, was a surrealist trickster par excellence, and The Hearing Trumpet is the witty, celebratory key to her anarchic and allusive body of work. The novel begins in the bourgeois comfort of a residential corner of a Mexican city and ends with a man-made apocalypse that promises to usher in the earth’s rebirth. In between we are swept off to a most curious old-age home run by a self-improvement cult and drawn several centuries back in time with a cross-dressing Abbess who is on a quest to restore the Holy Grail to its rightful owner, the Goddess Venus. Guiding us is one of the most unexpected heroines in twentieth-century literature, a nonagenarian vegetarian named Marian Leatherby, who, as Olga Tokarczuk writes in her afterword, is “hard of hearing” but “full of life.”
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