When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.

A woman not even the ghost of Sapphire can haunt. A man who knows exactly who she is. 

Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s living next door. 

Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life by planting a stolen necklace on him.  Now she’s dead and buried, all Cassidy Armstrong wants is the chance to prove she was never that girl. 

But her new neighbor is hell-bent on revenge and his word can bring her down. So when he asks her to be his mistress, or leave the county with a price on her head, Sapphire, who hates being owned, must decide...  

What’s left for a woman with nowhere else to go, but to stay exactly where she is?

And hope, that when it comes to neighbors Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell. 


London Jewel Thieves

More than ever before Cass was aware of one thing-two, if she counted the musty odor of leather she'd spoken to Barron about several times, the one the whole coach stank of. Oh, and that hideous hog's head grinning at her from the inn sign opposite, which probably made it three things.


If she couldn't deal with Devorlane Hawley face to face, the time had come to do it behind his back. What better way to do it when she wasn't going to that soiree?


A bellyful of good pork and claret, after his day in court, would also mitigate Lord Koorecroft's feelings about the propriety of her recent behavior.


Seeing a portly figure lumber down the inn steps, she clasped the coach window edge with her gloved fingers.


Chapter 22