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

"No. No. No. I mean, no, Your Grace. I mean it is kind, very, very, very kind, but no."


What was it he'd thought last night about moves? Whatever it was, he'd no idea his latest suggestion was going to be greeted with such disdain by Nathan, he considered saying straight out, I know you're her, it's so obvious that green waistcoat hardly fits in the middle, so can we please damn well stop this? But it would be a miracle if he reached the other side of the road alive. To lose his focus might be to lose his life in this fog shrouding the pavement like a funeral sheet. Fortunately the road was narrow, so there was a limit to how fast the rumbling carts could travel, as she dived between them, her brown coat tails flapping behind her, those stupid damn spectacles on her face she obviously couldn't see a damned thing through. 


Chapter 85