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

"What do you mean she 'ain't' here?" Kendall demanded. "Where the hell is she, then? Well?"


Having descended from his carriage, presently being hammered by rain worse than the forty days and night's worth that had troubled Noah, and having battered for what seemed an eternity on this lantern-jawed harridan's door, 'ain't here' were not words Kendall had any desire whatsoever to hear. Mrs. Hanney folded her skinny arms across her scraggy breast.


"And I should know? It might be Timbuktu. It might be the North Pole. Ireland, where the leprechauns live."


Irritation swelled his veins, matching the water swelling around his best leather boots. Whatever accent that was-Birmingham, Liverpool-he recognized the tones.


Splendor might be upstairs for that matter, or lurking behind the door, she might be in hiding behind him, standing to his left, or his right, but nothing was going to be revealed unless he forked over thecontents of his wallet-in their entirety.


Chapter 98