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

For the third time in as many days, Cass stood stock still, a bowl in each hand, obliged to remind Devorlane Hawley of the rules of this particular game.


"Sorry." He shifted his lean frame in order to adjust the robe. At least he'd learned that much, even if he didn't adjust the robe. "I forgot."


She set the bowls down, aware as she pushed them where she always put them that the stare he'd fixed on the opposite wall was intent enough to burn holes in the lathe and plaster. Why? Because she might have placed the contents of one of these bowls somewhere other than the bedside cabinet and he expected to suffer agony? Or, he was so addicted to sex, he longed for her? A man who could have any woman he wanted, and probably had?


So long as he didn't need help with that addiction next. Especially when all this skivvying she was doing kept her so far from her goal, that square of land didn't properly exist anymore. Not that the papers had exactly proved anything so far.


Chapter 52