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

Swallowing a mouthful of the brandy that had just been brought by a liveried footman, Kendall knew one thing. This private room at his club was ideal-especially when he didn't want the damn woman calling at his house, and if he was caught with her here, it would further his reputation-but he should have put his father's watch back in his pocket and walked on. Now the door opened, and she sailed in, Chasens trailing in her wake, instead of the other way about uneasiness streaked like a March hare across his gut. Of course he had eaten nothing since breakfast.


He put the glass down on the table. "You came?"


Chapter 94