A Thief and a Gentleman (MF)
A love-seeking man and a gold-thieving woman…
Oliver Nash is looking for a mistress. What interesting circumstances, to discover a ravishing thief trifling in his bedchamber. Her eyes arouse him, her passion ignites him, and her gall amuses him. Considering the circumstances, he gives her a bargain she cannot refuse, which unleashes her secret…and it’s about to change everything.
Can love’s glow surpass the glitter of gold?
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scandalous secret, a chest of gold, skin-tingling candle wax, and a torrid love affair.
Reviewed by Stephanotis at Long and Short Reviews
A sexy adventure is how I’d sum up A Thief and A Gentleman. Oliver Nash is a rakish Regency gent and Freddie is a woman who knows what she wants, which makes her a fun character. I thought her name was really appropriate for her personality. She’s like almost a modern girl and the fact that she’s a thief makes you want to read on to see what happens to her.
You sense she’s going to be caught red-handed by Oliver, and you’re hoping that she is just to see the sparks fly between these two. There’s some humor in the story, and you know from the very beginning that these two are made for one another.
The dialogue is witty and the pacing fast. In fact, in its short 44 pages, it packs a lot of story. There’s also a slow build up to the sex scenes which adds to the tension. Once these two connect physically, the story becomes more smoldering hot.
If you’re a fan of historicals, especially those set during the Regency, and like your heroes to be rakes, this might be a good pick for you.
Review by Long and Short Reviews
Nash lifted the crystal tumbler to his lips and paused when a gut-wrenching laugh of the female persuasion captured his interest. He scanned the room, eager to discover the creature behind that stirring voice, and halted at the sight by the parlor door.
He blinked. Swathed in layers of sheer silk, he noticed the woman’s gown first. A highly unusual design that appeared almost…nude. His rapt gaze traveled up her curvy frame to a set of tits a priest would have trouble ignoring. Compelled as he was to go bury his face between them, one might think she had wrapped her dainty fingers around his cravat and yanked him off his randy ass.
“My god, Marks, who is the chit flanked by Godfrey and Jones?” Nash squinted, trying to make out her face, but was unable to discern who she could be with the wide-brimmed bonnet shading her eyes. What he did notice consisted of shiny black ringlets and pale skin the same shade as her gown.
“Cock tease, is she not?” Edward Marks, his dearest friend and business partner stroked his curled moustache. “I would wager a month’s pay she’ll be plucked up faster than a grouse at Christmas.”
Nash took a healthy swallow of brandy. “I’ll take your wager and raise you my finest horseflesh that I will have her plucked and panting by midnight.”