
You
can't steal love...or kill it.
.
Thief in the Night.
Romantic Suspense.
(Romantica) -- ultra sensual.
This book contains explicit and graphic sex.
Published by Ellora's
Cave.
Reviews. Outline.
Excerpt.
Casting the movie. Buy it.
I’ve rarely read a short
story with as many unexpected and startling
twists and turns as this one. I give the author
high marks for plotting! The story certainly
kept me entertained. The sensuality is quite
high, and the characters will awaken the
reader’s interest and empathy as well.
Annie Kudzu for eCataRomance
Reviews
4 Stars.
Thief in
the Night is a wonderful quick story. I
read this book in one sitting and would have
even if it had been 200 pages instead of 40. I
fell for both the main characters from the
beginning and was pleasantly surprised by the
ending. The author did a spectacular job of not
giving away the mystery before its time, while
making the reader feel like you had all the
information needed. Thief in the Night
will make you smile and I highly recommend it.
Tara for
Two Lips Reviews
4 Stars.
Thief of the
Night is a lovely tale about learning how to
trust again and believing in what the heart
says.
Katie for
Euro-Reviews
3.5 stars.
Thief in the
Night is a quick, fun romp of lost and found
love. With twists and turns that I didn’t see
coming, Thief in the Night kept me turning the
pages, eager to see what would happen next.
What a fun read! I’ll be sure to watch for more
from this author.
Jolie for
Romance Junkies
3.5 stars.
Professional
thieves are always fun to read about and this
story fulfilled that promise. Delly...was
a great action heroine. The twist towards the
end was brilliant. The plotting was well-done
and the story fast-paced and I look forward to
reading more from this author.
Sakura for
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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This will be the last
night in the life of Delly Alexander.
A talented cat thief, Delly cracks one safe too many.
The safe belongs to an old enemy, Neal Cadogan, who catches her
red-handed, and ties her up while he decides what to do with her.
Neal and
Delly were once lovers but the rift that separated them is filled with bitterness.
Now, with Delly literally at his mercy, Neal takes his revenge – which
swiftly reverts to a night of heated sexual need seasoned by years of
lies. It is a sensual power-play with each determined to outsmart the
other. And both of them are
quick to use sex as a weapon. But
their warped passion is the key that finally unlocks the door on a
decade-old conspiracy that will utterly change their lives.
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“Why
were you knocking off my house?” Neal demanded, his fist around the knife.
“You’ve
got better than five hundred grand in diamonds and currency in your safe,”
Delly said.
He
stepped closer. “Why me?”
She
managed a shrug. “You’re rich.”
“Knowing it was my house didn’t stop you? Didn’t even
make you pause?”
She
clenched her teeth again. Then, when the compulsion to spit the truth at him
had faded, she said carefully, “We knew each other once, ten years ago.
There’s nothing from that time that would give me reason to reconsider.”
“You’ve
got a lot better at that, too,” he said. “Lying.”
“I’ve
become very good at a lot of things you thought I was useless at.”
The
hand without the knife grabbed the back of her head and held it still as his
lips pressed against hers. It was less a kiss than a physical assault. She
could almost feel his anger radiating from him as waves of body heat. His
lips seared themselves against hers.
She
tasted him. He was sweet and hard and combined with his scent, which drifted
around her, heady.
Her
response was unplanned, uncalled for. She couldn’t possibly feel any sort
of physical need or response for this man she had spent the last decade
hating with a passion that verged on mania. But just as he pulled his lips
from hers and pushed away like a man staggering from an unexpected blow, she
felt her own insides roll over, making her almost dizzy.
Neal
brought the back of his hand up against his lips, staring at her. His hand
trembled. “I couldn’t think of anything else to do that would get me
past the overwhelming need to hit you.” His voice was low.
“That
supposed to frighten me?” Her own voice emerged ragged and deeper than
usual. Damn. He’d read far too much into that. And what the hell was going
on with her? How could she allow herself to react to him in any way at all?
Don’t
forget who this man really is, Delly. He led you into slavery.
He
was studying her again. Had her low voice tipped him off? Her heart started
to beat even harder. She could feel it in her toes, her cheeks. Her temples.
“It
was a warning, damn it,” he said, his voice lower still. He was
controlling it. And his eyes would not quit studying her, assessing…
Kiss
me again. The silent voice inside her was soft, but as clear as mountain
bells.
She
dropped her chin, hiding her telling face from his gaze. If he knew when she
was lying, then how much more could he read in her face? Could he read her
sudden yearning for more? Would he have recognized that her
helplessness—held immobile by the cuffs, her legs pushed up against the
satin on the bed—had suddenly become an enhancement to her excitement?
She
was confused by her own reactions. These were not the sort of games she had
ever played even in her fantasies, but right now, the idea of Neal taking
her while she was helplessly bound to the bed…
Her
heart skittered.
It’s
just the danger of the moment, she told herself.
“Delly.”
His voice was demanding. “Look at me.”
She
kept her head down, until his strong fingers pushed under her chin and
forced her look up. He was close. So close. She could feel his heat through
the thin cotton spandex of her clothes. Every nerve seemed to jump inside
her, twirl and come alive in the space of a heartbeat.
“What
is this?” he asked.
She
licked her lips. “Payback.” She forced the word out. It emerged harsh,
tearing at her throat.
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I often get asked who I would cast in the movie of my book, if
it should ever come to pass, so just for fun:
Movie producer's pitch:
You
can't steal love...or kill it.
Casting call:
Delly.
Famke Janssen
Neal.
Jason Isaacs
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