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

“In me. In me. Now.” Breath ragged, hands shaking.


David doubted he would last more than a couple of goes he was so aroused, but he grabbed the oil and slicked himself. He spread more on his fingers, and slid one into the tight warmth, groaning as Jeremy panted and pushed against him. He added another finger and probed inside until he found the spot which made Jeremy yell and buck against him as he stretched him. Prepared him. Readied him.


David pulled out and lined himself up and pushed. Gently at first, then harder. Jeremy winced, and he paused.


“Only a bit. Please don’t stop. Please.”


David rocked them and as Jeremy relaxed he slid in to the hilt and filled him. He let Jeremy adjust to the feel of him, holding onto this control with everything he had, and then started to move. Jeremy’s eyes were closed, his face flushed a beautiful pink.


Chapter 18