Although I can't seem to find out anything on this woman's personal life (I know! Google has failed me!), from the mid-seventies to the early nineties, Jacqueline Gilbert was one of the best authors in the Harlequin stable. Unlike most Harlequin romances from that era, which tended to be steaming piles of sexist tripe about idiotic 18-year-old girls swooning at the feet of 36-year-old men named "Heath" or "Raoul", who spend the whole novel stalking around with permanent scowls on their darkly masculine faces, brooding over their profound hatred of women, Ms. Gilbert's romances actually manage to seem romantic even to today's readers.
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