This is one of my all time favorite pieces of junk reading. It has been on my currently reading list for well over a year, possibly two, and I still haven't finished it. IMHO, it is the only Barbara Cartland title that was worth the paper it was printed on--and then just barely.
The problem is that it is a book and I hardly ever pick a real live book these days. It's my eyes; they don't like to read much anymore and Hazard of Hearts is not available on audio. I guess I better get around to finishing before it is too late.