The year is 1806. Bastard-born jewel thief David Lambert has few rules in his personal life. Never bed the staff, never more than once with the same man, and never, ever, kiss. Attending an aristocratic party and relieving some of the wealthy of their possessions should be easy, but in the space of a weekend, one by one all his rules are shattered by a footman with a secret.<br><br>Jeremy Naylor thought he had found the man of his dreams, the one man who might understand him. Someone passionate, handsome, and respectable. But in one shocking moment his world is destroyed, and he is forced to run for his life.<br><br>Flung together to escape the hangman’s noose, the passion between David and Jeremy burns fiercely. But Jeremy yearns for respectability, and David refuses to admit what lies in his heart. Will they find a way together, or will their differences lead them to the very brink of disaster and the shadow of the gallows?

Thief of Hearts

“Framling, Lady Framling, let me introduce you to Mr. Lambert. Dashed good chap.”


He went on to introduce Lord Framling, a pompous looking man, probably in his forties, and sharp faced wife who eyed David with disdain. Framling could barely bring himself to acknowledge him. Whilst it wasn’t exactly the cut direct, it was uncomfortable. Coatsworth blustered his way through like the decent chap he was, and his wife chattered merrily. David wondered about staying and passing the time with them simply to annoy Framling, but decided he would rather not ruffle any feathers, so bowed and moved on quickly, avoiding Lord Standish as he did so. A skirmish with him would be simply too much in one evening.


He put his half empty glass down quietly, and a few moments later, headed for Jeremy Naylor


The lad held out a tray of drinks, so he took one. “Feeling better?” He kept his voice low.


Chapter 8