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

Jeremy pulled the nightshirt over his head and stood, naked, offering himself. He wasn’t muscular like David, he knew that, but he wasn’t bad, and nobody had ever complained. He was leaner, his chest hairless, but if the look on David’s face was anything to go by, he was just right


David didn’t move for a moment, then he took his hand. Jeremy watched as he linked their fingers together.


Jeremy let David lead. The blankets were turned down to the foot of the bed, so they climbed on and laid on the soft, fragrant sheets. Jeremy squirmed, feeling the cold softness on his shoulders and on his arse.


Chapter 10