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

“Some like to wear them all the time.”


Jeremy seemed to think about this carefully.


David looked at those beautiful eyes. “Would you…do you wish you were a woman? That you could wear them all the time?”


Jeremy appeared to give the question careful thought before he shook his head. “No. I don’t think I want to bea woman, I just envy them their clothes, the colours and the softness…” He looked up at David. “I would love to make women’s clothes. Design them, sew them. Have all the women of the Ton come to me for their ball gowns, day dresses…” He stopped. “I wish I had long hair.” His eyes were wistful. Thoughtful.


Jeremy sagged a little. “I’m mad. I know that. You don’t have to say it.”


“No, you’re not.” David wanted to…God, he didn’t know what he wanted to do but Jeremy was so…so…


“So, you have met people like me?” The smile dimmed a little. “Have you bedded them?”


David gave him a long look. “I have never bedded anyone like you.”


Chapter 36