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

"Listen to me. This is my mother's house. Inherited from an uncle so it's forgotten about. I thought you could live here, with Ruby, with Pearl, if that's what you want."


"Ruby? You don't even like- No, give me back my shoe ..."


"Just because I can doesn't mean I will." He tossed it to the floor. To her horror he yanked up his shirt. "She just takes a bit of getting used to, that's all. Anyway you do this, so I can court you and then we get engaged."


"Properly paid for too. Not like anything you can produce. Now then."


Engaged? Her with a properly paid for ring on her finger. Cass's jaw dropped further as his perfectly shaped chest emerged from the shirt.


Chapter 65