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

Splendor dragged on her shoes, ruined after last night's storm. Unwearable in fact. She'd have to buy a new pair now with what pitiful money she'd left and not look on it as an extravagance either.Well, she'd pawn his bloody watch. Good for Topaz for stealing it. If only she'd stolen more. That check. The contents of his wallet. Imagine ruining these shoes. What utter folly.Over him.She should just have paid Mrs. Hanney to say she'd left London instead of running like a chicken with legs but no head, brain, anything of worth. What was there in Oxford for her, or Topaz exactly? 


"Oh don't look so terror-stricken." He stopped pacing. "It will be in name only, the marriage, the divorce, and you living with me. Don't expect anything from me."


"Certainly not by way of any settlement. Once bled dry in life is quite enough."


"Oh, don't pretend, Your Grace. You must be rich as Croesus to fork out ten thousand pounds for one night."


Chapter 109