Harland Winstead, The Viscount of Hawke, disliked one name above all else. . .Merlin. His grandfather had spent most of his life chasing down the mythical person in hopes of finding the last heir to the magical bloodline. To make matters worse, Harland had lost his father to the same insane belief.
Thankfully, he had not been plagued with a weak mind as they had. Instead, he was quite boring in his need to be nothing like the flamboyant characters of his family.
Emry Nivian Rhaine had journeyed to London to find a husband. When she spotted Lord Hawke across the ballroom she was immediately drawn to him. He was handsome, but it was his quiet strength that drew her to him.
She never knew men like him existed. He made her heart do the craziest things. Unfortunately, Lord Hawke was not in the market for a wife. It really was a shame for he was more than capable of being a protector.
Hawke stared at the gorgeous young woman. Even knowing she was not for him, there was something about her which pulled at the very fabric of his being.
It seemed as if she haunted his every thought. And the more his mind dwelled on her and the strange things that seemed to happen whenever she was around, the crazier his thoughts became.
The wild pattern of his thoughts led him to believe the insanity he was so sure he had eluded might have finally found him after all.
A family trait or curse?
Whatever the cause, he was past the point of caring. Only one thing mattered now. . .To Capture an Enchantress.
