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

Jo put a hand on his shoulder. David closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Where else?”


David nodded. He returned the papers and letters carefully so as not to alert the owner to the fact that they had been tampered with, hesitated a moment, and slid a packet of documents into his pocket. He might not have found the letter he wanted, but the information he had inadvertently found would be explosive in the right hands and might be useful leverage if it came to it. Any kind of communication with the French government had to be useful, particularly one that identified members of the British aristocracy. He smiled to himself and wondered if anyone was just what they seemed.


Once everything was returned, they slid silently out of the room. The large landing was deserted.


“Any ideas,” David said, looking around at the opulence.


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