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  THE MARQUIS IS TRAPPED

  BARBARA CARTLAND

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  Copyright © 2007 by Cartland Promotions

  Copyright © 2010 by Cartland Promotions First published on the Internet in May 2010

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  THE MARQUIS IS

  TRAPPED

  The Marquis was aware as they climbed slowly up the stairs that the Earl was somewhat unsteady.

  He wondered what had been in the ‘night-cap’ and was glad he had not touched it.

  The lights had already been dimmed to only three sconces in his passage, his own room being in the opposite direction to that of the Earl.

  They said goodnight at the top of the stairs and as the Earl was tottering, the Marquis watched him until he reached his bedroom.

  Then he walked towards his own room and opened the door.

  He turned round to close it and then, as he moved a little further into the room, he came suddenly to a standstill.

  He stared in front of him in sheer astonishment.

  His large four-poster bed had a large ornate canopy over it.

  Beneath it sitting up against the pillows was Celina!

  For a moment the Marquis could not move and was speechless.

  Then Celina spoke in a little voice that was hardly audible,

  “I am sorry – I am – terribly sorry.”

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  Titles in this series

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  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

  19. Love Rescues Rosanna

  20. A Heart In Heaven

  21. The House Of Happiness

  22. Royalty Defeated By Love

  23. The White Witch

  24. They Sought Love

  25. Love Is The Reason For Living

  26. They Found Their Way To Heaven

  27. Learning To Love

  28. Journey To Happiness

  29. A Kiss In The Desert

  30. The Heart Of Love

  31. The Richness Of Love

  32. For Ever And Ever

  33. An Unexpected Love

  34. Saved By An Angel

  35. Touching The Stars

  36. Seeking Love

  37. Journey To Love

  38. The Importance Of Love

  39. Love By The Lake

  40. A Dream Come True

  41. The King Without A Heart

  42. The Waters Of Love

  43. Danger To The Duke

  44. A Perfect Way To Heaven

  45. Follow Your Heart

  46. In Hiding

  47. Rivals For Love

  48. A Kiss From The Heart

  49. Lovers In London

  50. This Way To Heaven

  51. A Princess Prays

  52. Mine For Ever

  53. The Earl’s Revenge

  54. Love At The Tower

  55. Ruled By Love

  56. Love Came From Heaven

  57. Love And Apollo

  58. The Keys Of Love

  59. A Castle Of Dreams

  60. A Battle Of Brains

  61. A Change Of Hearts

  62. It Is Love

  63. The Triumph Of Love

  64. Wanted – A Royal Wife

  65. A Kiss Of Love

  66. To Heaven With Love

  67. Pray For Love

  68. The Marquis Is Trapped

  THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND

  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 p
opular 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.

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  Barbara Cartland

  CHAPTER ONE

  1886

  The Marquis of Kexley closed his eyes.

  He was feeling incredibly tired, which was hardly surprising considering his lovemaking had been extremely fiery.

  Not only that evening, but for the previous nights.

  He felt sleepy and yawned,

  “It’s time I went home. Otherwise when I wake up it will be morning.”

  “In fact, my dearest Oliver,” a soft voice came from beside him, “that would be very much easier and happier for both of us.”

  For a moment the Marquis did not understand what she was saying.

  Then he stiffened.

  It had never for one moment entered his head that Lady Heywood would want to marry him.

  He thought now that he had been very stupid.

  He had not remembered that, as she was a widow, it would be a big step up the Social ladder for her to become a Marchioness.

  After being pursued by women from the moment he left school, the Marquis was only too well aware of his own importance.

  He not only held an old and respected title, but he was exceedingly rich.

  And, although he tried not to think about it for fear of being conceited, he was outstandingly handsome.

  Now as he felt Isobel Heywood moving closer and still closer to him, every instinct in his body warned him of danger.

  “If we were to be married, my dearest,” Isobel was whispering so that he could only just hear her, “I know we would be very very happy. You are undoubtedly the most wonderful lover any woman could want and I would make you a dedicated and devoted wife.”

  The Marquis had to admit that this was true.

  Lady Isobel Heywood had taken the Social world by storm when she first married Lord Heywood, who was nearly thirty years her senior.

  He had brought her proudly to Court and naturally the Beau Monde had a great deal to say about the stupidity of any man who married a woman young enough to be his daughter.

  However, Lord Heywood was infatuated, as a great number of other men were to be in the years to come

  Isobel was the daughter of a country Squire, who was of local significance, but not rich enough to give her a Season in London – that would have involved a ball and innumerable luncheon and dinner parties.

  All of which would have cost money and he much preferred to spend his rather meagre income on his horses and the crops on his estate.

  Isobel had thus remained somewhat unnoticed in a County where most of the men were near her father’s age.

  It was by chance that Lord Heywood, whilst visiting the Lord Lieutenant of Herefordshire, had asked to see the horses of his neighbour.

  Lord Heywood had been a widower for many years after his wife had died in childbirth, meaning that he had never had the son he longed for.

  “I hear he has some outstanding mares,” said Lord Heywood, “and I would like to purchase one or two of his as my own mares are getting old.”

  Isobel’s father was suffering badly from an arthritic leg that prevented him from walking far.

  So it had fallen to Isobel to take Lord Heywood around the stables and paddock where the mares were grazing.

  By the time he had left Isobel to return to the Lord Lieutenant’s house, he had acquired two horses and lost his heart.

  There was certainly no question of the Squire and his daughter not being thrilled by the offer of marriage – in her wildest dreams Isobel had never thought of herself ever marrying a gentleman with a title.

  Nor of being feted by the Beau Monde that she had read all about in newspapers and magazines.

  When she was presented to the Prince of Wales, she thought she must have been dreaming.

  She became hostess at one of the most impressive houses in Park Lane and she was well aware of the power and attraction of her beauty.

  Six years later Lord Heywood had a stroke and died after being unconscious for over three months.

  After the funeral Isobel felt she had everything she could ever desire in life, and she had only to cast her green eyes in the direction of a man to know that he was entirely captivated.

  However, she harboured no intention whatsoever of marrying again and letting a man gain control of the money her husband had left her.

  Yet when she first met the Marquis of Kexley her world turned a somersault.

  She fell in love – definitely something she had never done before.

  She realised that what she desired above all else was to be the Marchioness of Kexley, but she was far too intelligent by this time in her life to rush any fences.

  She smiled at the Marquis invitingly, but she did not send him any invitations to dinner or luncheon.

  These had to come from him.

  Eventually he did ask if he could dine with her one evening after they had been seated side by side at a dinner party at Marlborough House with the Prince of Wales.

  Isobel hesitated for a second and then she suggested a date at the end of the week.

  “Would you like a large party?” she had asked.

  “You know perfectly well,” the Marquis responded, “that I want to talk to you and learn a great deal more about you than I know at the moment.”

  Isobel smiled at him and did not say anything more, as she had achieved just what she desired.

  She had bought a new dress for the occasion, which was even more expensive than those she usually wore.

  She took a great deal of trouble over choosing the food and, of course, the wine.

  When the Marquis arrived at her fashionable house in Mayfair, she thought he might have been a Greek God coming down from Mount Olympus.

  She was very aware of the admiration in his eyes as she moved towards him glittering with diamonds.

  Her exquisite figure was displayed by the tightness of her gown and the smallness of her waist.

  The Marquis was expecting a large party, but was not all that surprised to find that he was the only guest.

  Every word over dinner had a double entendre.

  They went into the drawing room when dinner was finished, but they were both so well aware that it would be much pleasanter and more comfortable to move down the passage towards the State Apartments.

  When they met again three nights later, there was no question of going first to the drawing room.

  At the age of thirty Isobel was at the height of her great beauty and charm and she was extremely experienced where men were concerned.

  She had been faithful to her elderly husband for more than two years, but after that whenever he was sent on Government missions abroad or to the country whilst she remained in London, she took a lover.

  With her beauty and her husband’s position, it was very easy.

  There were always gentlemen eager to make love to a new beauty, especially if every member of their Clubs in St. James’s Street admired her.

  Where Isobel was concerned, it made them feel as proud as if they had just won the Gold Cup at
Ascot – or, as one admirer told her, his horse had been first past the winning post in the Derby!

  Whilst Isobel enjoyed the admiration and attention she received from her many lovers, they were not of any real significance to her.

  Only when she met the Marquis did her heart begin to rule her head.

  She definitely wanted to be a Marchioness and at the same time she wanted to possess his heart and body.

  Now as she snuggled closer to him, she thought he must feel the same as she did.

  After what she had just said, he would tell her they would find eternal happiness together as man and wife.

  Instead, to her great surprise, she suddenly realised that he was asleep – his eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing evenly.

  He had obviously not heard a word of what she had just said to him!

  Another woman might have been stupid enough to wake him up and repeat her suggestion.

  But Isobel was too clever for that.

  ‘I will ask him again tomorrow,’ she told herself.

  Then she laid her head gently onto his shoulder.

  It was several minutes before he awoke with a jerk and for a moment he seemed to look round the room as if he was not certain where he was.

  Then he exclaimed,

  “Forgive me – I fell asleep! I can only apologise.”

  “You are tired, my dearest, and it’s not surprising!”

  “How could I be so foolish as to sleep when I am so close to you?” the Marquis asked, shaking his head.

  Then he turned towards her and added,

  “I must go home. Otherwise we shall be woken up by your lady’s maid, who will be extremely shocked to find you are not alone.”

  “There is no hurry,” cooed Isobel softly.

  “I have to think of your reputation.”

  The Marquis kissed her cheek and then quickly got out of bed.

  Too late she put out her arms to stop him.

  “It must be nearly four o’clock,” he remarked as he began to dress. “And now I think of it, I have an important engagement this morning. I must hurry home and snatch some rest or I will not make any sense at all.”