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Just Ask Reeves Series, Book I

No ordinary highwayman…

A mere whisper of the name “Gentleman James” sends chills throughout the ton (and thrills the ladies who have heard rumors of his amorous exploits). But the dashing brigand never dreamed that the passing of the father he never knew would leave him with a title, a fortune…and a mission.

No predictable lady…

Considered unmarriageable at twenty-five, Lady Elizabeth has the perfect life, happily snuggled among her beloved books while caring for her curmudgeonly grandfather. Or so she thinks until she meets Christian Llevanth, the dark and mysterious Viscount Westerville, and discovers the delicious ache of desire. Elizabeth finds herself longing for more – more romance, more excitement, and definitely more passion. But when does “more” become “too much”?




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"Hawkins not only brings the era to life, she puts you right in the middle of all the action and passion. Grab hold and hang on for a delicious ride." – RT Book Reviews

"This is a wonderful romance, with two mature, intelligent people, interacting in very believable ways." – The Romance Readers Connection

"The amateur sleuth story line is filled with twists and turns including a fabulous final spin." – Genre-Go-Round



“Well, Lady Elizabeth? Shall we dance?”

Her fingers tightened over Christian’s, almost as if she feared he might turn and leave. But then Lady Elizabeth paused, shook her head slightly and pulled her hand free. “No, thank you.”

He lifted his brows. “No? Are you certain?”

The lady’s mouth curved into a faint smile and she said in a smooth, rich voice, “We have not been properly introduced. Therefore, I cannot dance with you.”

Christian had the impression that though she smiled, she had somehow moved out of his reach, hiding herself behind a wall of resolution. He forced his own smile to remain in place, though it was the last thing he felt like doing.

The chit was hiding behind conventions. That was a challenge, indeed. He risked a glance at the lady’s companion and found the woman regarding Lady Elizabeth with an astonished air, as if she could not quite believe the words she’s just heard.

Christian hid a smile. Perhaps the lady was not usually such a high stickler? Well, he could play that game.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her, his brows lifted slightly. “No, my lady. We have not been properly introduced. We are, in fact, illicit strangers.” He let his voice linger over the word, caressing with seductive intent.

She looked down, her long lashes resting on cheeks suddenly blooming with color.

“My lord,” the chaperone said sharply, her fan fluttering so fast it appeared that it might fly from her fingers, “it is traditional to wait for an introduction from a third party before asking a lady to dance.”

“Yes. But I didn’t think the lady was the type of woman to insist on such a thing.”

That brought Elizabeth’s eyes back to his face. “Just what type of woman do you think I am?”

“One that won’t tolerate boredom. And that’s exactly what you are, isn’t it?”