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Loving
Lady Lazuli
by
Shehanne Moore
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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.
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EXCERPT:
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.”
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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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ReplyDeleteThank you Rita. Nice to see you again x
DeleteHi, how did you come up with the character name?
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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 !
ReplyDelete"His harlot-hardened senses"??? Lmao, too funny! Love this excerpt as much as the others. Can't wait to read this. Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteElise-Maria oooh!! Thank you.... Oh yes...he's a baddie all right where the ladies are concerned. Thanks a mill for coming by xx
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