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

The door creaked shut, and his footsteps splashed along the passageway outside. She needed to dress quickly. Breakfast? And ten thousand pounds? Him so agreeable? Too good to be true. What if his next move was the bailiffs? It probably depended on how recognizable that frayed, fuzzy, badly drawn image was of Topaz. Splendor knew it because she knew Topaz well. Familiarity lent recognition. Him now? He'd been sitting directly beneath it. Surely he'd seen it? What if he hadn't? What if he saw it now though?


She tugged on her petticoat and thrust her arms through the sleeves of his coat. Even if she looked as if she'd been hauled through a hedge backward, forward, and as many ways as it was possible to be, she needed to get Topaz away from here now. Anyway, who was going to see her?


Chapter 106