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

"I can't tell you how bewitchingly beautiful you're looking this evening."


Candlelight glinted on the silver bucket that stood on the polished table. Kendall's lips felt so moist as he spoke, he licked them.


"Why, thank you, Kendall. I knew you were bound to come to your senses eventually."


He had. It had only been a matter of time. Time to draw his nose out of the exotically scented shoulder beneath it. Time to set the champagne bottle back in the bucket with a deliberate clink. Time to pad around the table on the plush oriental rug. Time to ease down onto the richly tapestried upholstery of the seat. He'd have known how much time, exactly, if he'd still had his father's damned pocket watch. Or rather, had the one he'd bought to replace it, worked. But time? He had all the time in the world, now.


Chapter 125