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

Deliberately, he lowered his voice. "Well, I thought it was pleasant. But if you're now telling me it wasn't, that Gabriel reacted in that odious way ... "


"I never said that he did, I merely said I don't own Splendor. Would that I did. As for last night, pleasant is not the word she used to describe it."


"I can't say. It has to do with the awfulness of fornication. Then she threw a pot at my head."


"I see. Well, that's a pity when Lady Kertouche is a patron of the arts. Did you know that?"


The sideways glance she flung him said not only did she not know, but she had no interest in learning, and if he thought he could dangle that carrot, he was suffering from some form of insanity. But then she wasn't interested in art, or she'd have damn well accepted his invitation to the theater.


"How interesting for the paintings she visits."


Chapter 86