Iris Bromige was born in 1912, and as adult lived in Surrey, England. Her hobbies were gardening, collecting gramaphone records of opera and the classics, colour photography and bird-watching. She also enjoyed country walking with her husband and their dog, listening to music, going to the opera and trying to play the piano.
She was popular for her many novels, particularly those about the Courtland and Rainwood families.
I guess I'm going to have to consider this as strike three for Iris Bromige. I really like the way she writes and find her stories absorbing, but...I can't stand her heroes. In all three of her novels that I've read, I've been disgusted at the hero's behavior. Apparently, Bromige thought cold, uncompromising, dogmatic men who never admit a fault (no matter how thoroughly in the wrong they've been) were ideal romantic heroes. Can't say I agree. Not even close. No matter how many details you give me of his unhappy childhood. And in all three books—but especially this one!—I found myself unsatisfied at the inevitable happily-ever-after reconciliation, because I really wanted the heroine to tell the arrogant hero to drop dead. Not exactly a reading experience I find enjoyable.