Honor and family secrets fuel this sensual and suspenseful tale set in the world of glittering and pricey jewelry as two people on opposite sides of the law find an erotically-charged connection. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of To Love a Thief by Delta James, then add it to your bookshelf. In honor of this first installment in the Relentless Pursuit series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon GC too!
When the thief he is chasing becomes more than just a job, will the distraction be his undoing or her death sentence?
Claire Mitchell is a master jewel thief, who has a secret. Although the thrill of the heist is exciting there is a reason behind her choice of profession. Family honor above all else. It was the perfect plan…until he interfered.Ryland Fletcher is the investigator determined to catch her. As he tracks Claire and gets to know her he finds there are more questions than answers. He doesn’t trust the beautiful thief in his bed but it doesn’t stop him from wanting her. The risk is life or death but the rewards are too great to resist.
What begins as a heist of the century turns into a game of cat and mouse. When their game of cat and mouse turns deadly it’s time to bring her in.
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“I’m afraid I can’t answer that because of security concerns. The owners agreed to let it be put on display here as frankly that case and the museum’s added security make it probably the safest
place in London. We believe someone might have been planning something during the gala, but nothing came of the rumors we’ve heard.”
“There were rumors?”
Fletcher nodded. “Like those paintings, the necklace has a taint to its provenance. We heard that a notorious jewel thief might be making a second attempt.”
“Second?” Shit, it sounded like Fletcher and his people might be on to something.
“Yes, we think there was an earlier attempt made. Combined with the rumors about last night, my concern is whoever it is may well try again. I want the thing back home with its owners in Paris.”
She withdrew her hand. “It was nice talking with you, Mr. Fletcher...” “Please call me, Fletch.”
“I wasn’t thinking of calling you anything at all.”
“Get out of there,” hissed Mia in her ear.
“And I was so hoping you might call me sweetheart,” he teased.
Claire tried to give him her best scowl, but when he waggled his eyebrows at her, all she could do was laugh.
“Do you ever just take no for an answer?”
“Rarely, and never if it’s something I really want.”
“Do I fall into the latter category?”
“Most assuredly. Take pity on the poor American in London. Let me take you to lunch at my hotel. Gordon Ramsay runs the Savoy Grill.”
“No! No! No!” said Mia.
Thinking perhaps she could pump him for information, she smiled. “I suppose I could do that.”
“Excellent. I’ll have them send a car, and until then, why don’t you take me to your favorite piece of art in the museum and educate me about all the things I don’t know about.”
“Abort! Abort! Abort,” Mia practically screamed in her ear.
“Let me introduce you to eighteenth-century artist Henry Hogson. I think his landscapes are absolutely divine and so underrated. The museum has one of my personal favorites called The Parsonage.”
With her hand now comfortably tucked into his arm, Claire led Fletch to one of the other galleries while Mia bemoaned and berated her in equal fashion. If she had been sure Fletch wouldn’t see her, Claire would have removed her earpiece. She adored Mia but Fletch might well be able to supply them with just what they needed in the way of information, and if she was lucky, might well scratch an itch that hadn’t been scratched in a very long time.
Fletch wasn’t sure what it was, but he was damn sure there was something about Claire Mitchell that just didn’t quite add up. She’d been here the other night. Surely, she would have seen the
three paintings Pennington had wanted to show her. All of the paintings and other objet d’art that were currently on display at the museum had been listed on the program for the gala. He didn’t quite buy her explanation that she had been mining the field for new business.
There was also the business about her face being obscured in the video footage. His tech said it might have been a fluke, might be a glitch in the camera footage or she could have been using some kind of a jamming device. The latter greatly amused him, as they had used a jamming frequency against whoever was after the necklace.
He wondered if the beautiful and alluring Claire Mitchell had lied to him. God, he hated liars.
place in London. We believe someone might have been planning something during the gala, but nothing came of the rumors we’ve heard.”
“There were rumors?”
Fletcher nodded. “Like those paintings, the necklace has a taint to its provenance. We heard that a notorious jewel thief might be making a second attempt.”
“Second?” Shit, it sounded like Fletcher and his people might be on to something.
“Yes, we think there was an earlier attempt made. Combined with the rumors about last night, my concern is whoever it is may well try again. I want the thing back home with its owners in Paris.”
She withdrew her hand. “It was nice talking with you, Mr. Fletcher...” “Please call me, Fletch.”
“I wasn’t thinking of calling you anything at all.”
“Get out of there,” hissed Mia in her ear.
“And I was so hoping you might call me sweetheart,” he teased.
Claire tried to give him her best scowl, but when he waggled his eyebrows at her, all she could do was laugh.
“Do you ever just take no for an answer?”
“Rarely, and never if it’s something I really want.”
“Do I fall into the latter category?”
“Most assuredly. Take pity on the poor American in London. Let me take you to lunch at my hotel. Gordon Ramsay runs the Savoy Grill.”
“No! No! No!” said Mia.
Thinking perhaps she could pump him for information, she smiled. “I suppose I could do that.”
“Excellent. I’ll have them send a car, and until then, why don’t you take me to your favorite piece of art in the museum and educate me about all the things I don’t know about.”
“Abort! Abort! Abort,” Mia practically screamed in her ear.
“Let me introduce you to eighteenth-century artist Henry Hogson. I think his landscapes are absolutely divine and so underrated. The museum has one of my personal favorites called The Parsonage.”
With her hand now comfortably tucked into his arm, Claire led Fletch to one of the other galleries while Mia bemoaned and berated her in equal fashion. If she had been sure Fletch wouldn’t see her, Claire would have removed her earpiece. She adored Mia but Fletch might well be able to supply them with just what they needed in the way of information, and if she was lucky, might well scratch an itch that hadn’t been scratched in a very long time.
Fletch wasn’t sure what it was, but he was damn sure there was something about Claire Mitchell that just didn’t quite add up. She’d been here the other night. Surely, she would have seen the
three paintings Pennington had wanted to show her. All of the paintings and other objet d’art that were currently on display at the museum had been listed on the program for the gala. He didn’t quite buy her explanation that she had been mining the field for new business.
There was also the business about her face being obscured in the video footage. His tech said it might have been a fluke, might be a glitch in the camera footage or she could have been using some kind of a jamming device. The latter greatly amused him, as they had used a jamming frequency against whoever was after the necklace.
He wondered if the beautiful and alluring Claire Mitchell had lied to him. God, he hated liars.
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As a USA Today bestselling romance author, Delta James aims to captivate readers with stories about complex,curvy heroines and the dominant alpha males who adore them. For Delta, romance is more than just a love story; it’s a journey with challenges and thrills along the way.
After creating a second chapter for herself that was dramatically different than the first, Delta now resides in Florida where she relaxes on warm summer evenings with her loveable pack of basset hounds as they watch the birds, squirrels and lizards. When not crafting fast-paced tales, she enjoys horseback riding, walks on the beach, and white-water rafting.
More about Delta, including a full list of her books and audiobooks, can be found HERE.
Her readers mean the world to her, and Delta tries to interact personally to as many messages as she can. If you’d like to chat or discuss books, you can find Delta on Instagram, Facebook, and in her private reader group HERE.
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After creating a second chapter for herself that was dramatically different than the first, Delta now resides in Florida where she relaxes on warm summer evenings with her loveable pack of basset hounds as they watch the birds, squirrels and lizards. When not crafting fast-paced tales, she enjoys horseback riding, walks on the beach, and white-water rafting.
More about Delta, including a full list of her books and audiobooks, can be found HERE.
Her readers mean the world to her, and Delta tries to interact personally to as many messages as she can. If you’d like to chat or discuss books, you can find Delta on Instagram, Facebook, and in her private reader group HERE.
If you’re looking for your next bingeable series, you can get a FREE story by joining her newsletter HERE.
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