
        
		
		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.
		
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        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 
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		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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