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

“That was marvellous, wasn’t it,” he said, sounding breathless, exhausted. “Wasn’t it simply the best thing you have ever seen?”


“I knew you would love it, too,” he said, beaming at David and in that moment, David wanted nothing more than to share in his passion.


“The Phantasmagoria was stunning. Can you imagine thinking all that up? What kind of a mind can conjure such images? Mrs. Crawford was right. The woman is a genius.”


David smiled and nodded. The woman was barking mad.


Jeremy laughed. “I’d love to make her some costumes. Make it stand out above every other theatre in the land. The costumes would be second to none, they would…” Jeremy tailed off and squeezed his eyes shut. “Just imagine.”


David made a mental note to contact the theatre. Theatres were not something he had invested in. Perhaps it was time to change that.


“I imagine you would make a splendid job of it.”


Chapter 45