Thursday, January 23, 2014

Excerpt Tour: Loving Lady Lazuli by Shehanne Moore

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Loving Lady Lazuli
by Shehanne Moore


Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s living next door.

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?

And hope, that when it comes to neighbors, Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell.



Closing his eyes again, he inhaled deeply. God, but his harlot-hardened senses had been so starved of the soft magnolia pleasantry weaving its way through them, he couldn’t care less if she heard him or not. Earlier when he’d taken her arm, he’d detected winter cherries. What she’d perfumed her bath water with, though, was unquestionably more exotic, because he could also detect a hint of ambergris.

It would take a heartless soul to condemn the possessor of those soft curves, of that sinfully sensuous scent to the gallows because of something that happened ten years ago. It would take a man with no soul. Of course he had no soul, but where was the proof that she had stolen the emeralds? That this was even the same woman? Or was Sapphire for that matter? Ten years was a long time.

Even if she was and she had, the waste, the shocking waste of a woman, who looked like this, who smelt like this, who… He edged his foot back. A twig snapped.

Lord Hawley?”

He could not tell a lie. When it was so obviously him he couldn’t very well say it was the plant pot.

Well, well, well.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Shehanne Moore writes gritty, witty, historical romance, set wherever takes her fancy. What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds collide, she plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill-walking.

Her second book featuring a hottie scottie, His Judas Bride was recently released.

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  1. Thank you so much for hosting today Amanda.

  2. Hi, how did you come up with the character name?


  3. Hi Mary, Lovely to see you again. I think I must spend more time christening my characters than I did my children!. I know her first name sounds modern but there'is a reason she's called Cassidy. I wanted a name I could shorten and I quite like the name Cass. As for her being known as Sapphire, a lot of 'lawbreakers' of that vintage had aliases. Given she steals jewels, I decided to pick a jewel and Sapphire sounded right. Then I found out it's the old name for lapis lazuli. I guess it was more a kind of chance stumble !

  4. "His harlot-hardened senses"??? Lmao, too funny! Love this excerpt as much as the others. Can't wait to read this. Thanks for sharing

  5. Elise-Maria oooh!! Thank you.... Oh yes...he's a baddie all right where the ladies are concerned. Thanks a mill for coming by xx

  6. Love the excerpt!!
    Thanks for sharing it and for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com


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