This book involves a cat and mouse game between a thief and a law man.
Former Bow Street Runner, Rowan Cox doesn't usually handle minor cases like housebreaking, but the Commissioner of the newly established Metropolitan police wants the thief haunting the finest houses in London caught. This thief is skilled and cunning, and far from what Rowan expected when the case was forced on him, and she defies him at every turn. Only one will win this high-stakes game and Rowan will be damned if it isn't him.
The one thing Serephina Woodford cannot do is let Rowan Cox near her, having been warned of his ruthless tactics. She is so close to achieving her goal and just needs to survive a few more months in order to provide her sister with the future she deserves. She just has to be better than the man trying to find her.
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London, 1838
Silently crouching down, Serephina Woodford let her leg dangle over the edge of the roof. The city was dark and foggy, with the gaslights forming large orbs down on the streets. The streets were never quiet, even at this time of night. She felt as though she could see the whole city from there, high on her perch, unseen by anyone.
Serephina felt safe up here—hidden in the wet fog that clung to her black woolen breeches. Her chestnut-colored hair was hidden under a dark cap and the necklace—her target for the evening—sat heavy in the pouch she’d tied around her waist. It had been dangerous perusing this jewel as its home was well guarded, but a limber body and a light touch had secured the item.
While Serephina wasn't proud of her profession, she couldn't help feeling a sense of achievement tonight, and its efforts would pay their way for a few months during this crucial period of her sister's first season.
Returning her gaze to the street, her mind wandered back to when they had been turned out of their home after their father's death, left on the street to fend for themselves. Serephina had learnt a valuable lesson that day—no one came to help. There was no knight in shining armor; there were no gentlemen coming to assist two girls in distress, and the predators on the street soon stripped them of everything they had.
Swallowing a lump, she pressed down the fear that still persisted from those days; the worry of what was to become of them. That time had taught her exactly how far they could fall, and they'd been plummeting—a day away from eviction from the drab one-room hovel they'd had to retreat to. A charity had given them money, but only enough for a scant meal or two. Something had to be done and it was abundantly clear that it was up to her.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Ana Cristina Garcia
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Susana Rebon
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Author review: Susana always does an excellent job. |
