Un Rossignol Chantait

by Cartland Barbara

Berkeley Square... un jardin aux parfums de lilas et de seringas, avec, blotti sous les cyprès, un petit temple de marbre blanc. C'est là, loin de la musique assourdissante de la salle de bal, qu'Aleta savoure la magie de cette nuit d'été au ciel piqueté d'étoiles, tandis que résonne le chant d'un rossignol...
C'est là que la rejoint un étranger qui dépose sur ses lèvres un baiser tendre et passionné. La pénombre dissimule son visage, mais Aleta n'oubliera jamais cette première étreinte.
Même quand, pour faire face à la ruine de sa famille, elle devra servir d'intendante à un milliardaire américain, accompagné de sa fille et de son futur gendre, le séduisant duc de Stadhampton…

Genres: Romance, Historical Romance, Fiction

160 pages, Mass Market Paperback

Published February 26, 2001

Reviews

[káliná · Rating 2 out of 5]

this was such a hot pile of garbage. started off interesting and then everything derailed, all the couples started instafalling in love with each other without any build up. the american guy ended up paying for everyone, man is literally what is keeping the british economy going :X

[Isabella ⸙ · Rating 3 out of 5]

I only picked this up because I think the cover art is really pretty. But other than that, this book doesn't have much else going for it. There's not much of a plot or a rising action or tension or anything. The insta-love is also pretty strong in this one, even for a Barbara Cartland novel. And... the... heroine... kept... speaking... like... this... (unless she's American, then—she—speaks—like—this!) The male lead isn't a raging abusive misogynist at least, so there's that. I also enjoyed the descriptions of Kings Wayte and its gardens and the writing actually managed to elicit sympathy for the men struggling to find jobs after the war. Overall, a relaxing, undemanding read

[Karen-Leigh · Rating 3 out of 5]

Dejected and jobless like so many other servicemen after the end of the Great War, Tybalt Hampton escapes a ball in Berkeley Square and meets a young girl who has also sought refuge in the nearby gardens because no one has asked her to dance. It’s too dark to make out her face – but in an enchanted moment they kiss and a nightingale sings as if solely for them.
Two years later Aleta Wayte, the recipient of that anonymous kiss, is forced to let their family mansion to a rich American, disguising themselves as servants at their tenant’s beck and call. Of noble birth but penniless, Aleta still dreams of that handsome stranger. So, when Fate in the form of a road accident brings him injured to her door, her hopes are raised and instantly dashed – in her guise as lowly servant how can she reveal herself 5th Duke of Stadhampton? Is it possible that Fate could be so cruel as to bring love so close and only to snatch it away?

When the Duke held Aleta in his arms, he had never known such rapture. He held Aleta closer still and said a prayer of thankfulness in his heart. Looking at her now, her beautiful hair shining in the moonlight, the Duke told himself that no man in the world had ever been so blessed.

[Lawanda Reed · Rating 5 out of 5]

A little better than average

I read a lot. This time I am hungry. I want a big dinner. Pork chops, rice, peas, biscuits, butter, honey. Then I can read another book.