Loving Lady Lazuli
by Shehanne
Moore
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BLURB:
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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“Don’t
stop now, Mrs. Armstrong, you’re just getting to be interesting.”
Interesting?
The damn cheek of it. She was not getting to be anything. She was interesting.
When he was not meant to know how interesting though, she would—she
must—refrain from doing anything more than swallowing the lump that rose in her
throat. A night bird chirruped and it was better to set her awareness on that,
than the soft brush of breath against her forehead, the rumbled murmur of his
voice.
Besides
she had a fluttering robe to hold close. A robe she was completely naked
beneath.
She
edged a breath. “You said a kiss.”
Well, he had hadn’t he? So now he could not think it poor
exchange for letting her off the hook. Particularly when her heart hammered in advance of offering him
more and she’d a horrible feeling he was going to take it too. His stare was
almost predatory and very, very inviting. While the feel of him, the closeness,
these were things she had never experienced. Neither was what rose, what
pulsated in her very center.
He
gave a soft laugh, that actually wasn’t a laugh at all, more a noise that made
her heart hammer harder, so she thought he must hear it. “And now you somehow
think I want more?”
She
edged her eyelashes lower. It was better to do that and keep her restraint
about this, about everything, than respond by looking at him. “Well, I hope you
don’t think I do.”
“That’s
not how it looked to me.”
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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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