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The St. John’s Talisman Ring Series, Book V

Sometimes…
Men can be such fools.

Wealthy and powerful Marcus St. John, the Marquis of Treymount, must recover a lost family heirloom. All he has to do is convince the irritatingly beautiful Miss Honoria Baker-Sneed to relinquish his treasure for a reasonable sum. How difficult could that be?

Sometimes…
Women can be so emotional.

Honoria is astounded when Marcus shows up on her doorstep and arrogantly demands she surrender a ring that is rightfully hers. Irritated at such high-handed methods, she refuses.

And sometimes…
Love can be a complete surprise.

Heated arguments end in a scorching kiss that embroils them in a horrid scandal. Marcus finds he must wed the brazen beauty, only to realize that somehow, Honoria has stolen her way into his heart. Can he convince Honoria that he is worthy of her regard?
Or will he lose the only woman he has ever loved?

LADY IN RED

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REVIEWS for LADY IN RED

"The final Talisman Ring regency romance is a wonderful finale to a terrific fun series as the most stubborn of the siblings falls to the power of the ring." ~Harriet Klausner – The Best Reviews

"Lively, fast-paced and liberal with humor, Hawkins's final book on the St. John brothers comes to the perfect conclusion."
Publishers Weekly

"Perhaps Hawkins' best yet, Lady in Red is a luscious, romantic, witty, sexy and emotional love story that puts two of the most hardheaded characters of the season together, just for our enjoyment and pleasure." – RT Book Reviews

Excerpt from LADY IN RED

The marquis’s gaze dropped to the tray and he frowned. “Miss Baker-Sneed, there is enough tea in that cup.”

Honoria jerked back the teapot. She’d filled the cup over the brim and tea now sloshed into the saucer and tray below. “Oh, dear! I’m sorry. Let me—” She reached for one of the linen napkins not soaked with tea. Just as her hand closed over it, Treymount reached over and clasped his hand about hers.

Honoria sat shock-still. His hand enveloped hers, large and masculine and surprisingly warm. His fingers were long and tapered, his nails perfectly pared and trimmed, and yet that did nothing to disguise the pure strength of the man.

Her heart hammered against her chest, the unexpected touch sending the strangest heat through her body. She was going mad. She’d faced the marquis time and again at numerous auctions and never had she felt this tug of attraction. But it was more than a tug. It was a powerful wave, pure and primal. It washed over her, crashing through her thoughts and leaving her confused and disoriented.

In her bemused state, she could only stare wide-eyed as the marquis pulled her hand to him, causing her to lean forward, over the small table. His hand slid to her wrist, his warm fingers circling it.

“My lord,” she gasped. “What are you –“

“That’s my ring.” His eyes blazed into hers, accusation and anger flickering brightly in their depths. “And I came to get it back.”