Unlike his nibbs, Lord Devorlane Hawley hero of Loving Lady Lazuli….
Obviously. Although it’s not exactly how he is now. Now he’d sooner pour over the brandy and opium. Oh and the ladies. Still…
Isn’t he the smart one? Of course there’s no such thing as actual thieving manuals. But it’s still…
Better? Or maybe Trollope is a hit or miss? Well, then there’s what’s reckoned to be the first English detective novel..
No. She never. You know something, maybe this one
Putting the books Dev might have read aside, how might you know your new squeeze is a thief? Apart from the fact the candlesticks are missing from the mantelpiece and she already left you holding the bag like a prize klutz? I mean it just might be you give her the benefit of the doubt, unlike Dev.
I think we’ve got it,
Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life. Now she’s dead and buried, all the respectable widow, Cassidy Armstrong, wants is the chance to prove who she really is.
But not only does her new neighbor believe he knows that exactly, he’s hell-bent on revenge. All he needs is the actual proof. So when he asks her to choose between being his mistress, or dangling on the end of a rope, only Sapphire can decide…
What’s left for a woman with nowhere left to go, but to stay exactly where she is?