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

“I’ll put this under your blanket. Keep putting it on.” She sat back up and laid a hand on Jeremy’s forehead. “You feel warm.”


Jeremy leaned into the coolness of her hand. “I know. I’m worried I’ll get the fever. I’ve heard about the fevers people get in here.”


“Don’t worry. We will get you out of here and you’ll be right as a trivet in no time.”


Jeremy tried to smile. “Thank you. Thank you for coming and…thank you for…”


He shrugged and gestured to her masculine clothing. “You look terribly strange dressed like that.”


Her smile widened. “Thank you. Think nothing of it. Useful disguise is what I say.”


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