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

As he stepped forward to open the coach door, Devorlane Hawley fought the urge to wipe his hands down his thighs. Burning ears didn't trouble him. Nor did Tilly stomping about threatening to pack her bags. But he was troubled. He knew it as he twisted the handle, by the fact it felt sticky in his palm.


Ridiculous, when by tomorrow morning he'd be considering his boiled eggs and bacon with more interest-which spoke volumes. He abhorred boiled eggs and bacon. Yet there it was.


The rain-slicked glass of the window obscured his view from what was inside. It would be entirely like the captivating damned jade to send the coach back empty, to now be God knew where.


Chapter 30