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

“You wouldn’t judge a person, would you?”


“Hardly, I’ve no room for casting stones.”


She smiled again and spent some moments just looking at him.


Mrs. Crawford went to the gown and ran her fingers over the bodice. “You haven’t left space to put fillings for a bosom.”


Jeremy stood beside her. “That’s because I’m going to wear it and I don’t have a bosom.” He patted his flat chest.


“Don’t you wish you had? Don’t you want to know what you might look like with one?”


Jeremy looked carefully at her. There was something in her tone. He thought carefully before replying. “No. I’m happy with my man’s body, I just want to wrap it in beautiful fabrics.”


“Do you ever feel God got it wrong when he made you?”


Chapter 53