The only thing he hates more than losing at chess is marriage...
For Splendor, former servant to London's premiere jewel thieves, pretending to be someone else is all in a day's work. So when she learns of a chess tournament—a men's chess tournament—with a ten thousand pound prize, pretending to be a man is the obvious move. The money will be enough to set her fiancé up in his own business so they can finally marry, and more importantly, it'll pay off her bills and keep her out of debtor's prison. But she doesn't plan on her opponent, the rakish Kendall Winterborne, Earl Stillmore, being a sore loser—and a drunken one, at that. But before she can collect her prize, she finds herself facing the most merciless man in London across a pair of dueling pistols at dawn. Chess may be Splendor's game, but she's never fired a pistol before. And dressed as a man with ill-fitting shoes on the slippery grass and borrowed glasses that make it hard to see, she's certain she's finally tipped her own king.
Bitter divorcee Kendall Winterborne, Earl Stillmore, is the ton's most ruthless heartbreaker. And he's got three pet peeves: kitchen maids, marriage...and losing. So when he realizes the "man" opposite him has entered the chess tournament under false pretenses, he's in the perfect position to extort the little chit. But that's before the exasperating woman begins to slip beneath his skin, and soon all he can think about is slipping beneath her skirts. But the confounded woman is engaged to someone else, and worse—she's nothing but a former kitchen maid, just like the one that lured his father into the marriage that ruined the family name. And his ex-wife taught him more than he cared to know about why marriage was the worst kind of checkmate of all...
When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.
Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. From there she progressed to writing plays for her classmates, stories for her classmates, plays for real, comic book libraries for girls, various newspaper articles, ghost writing, nonfiction writing, and magazine editing. Stories for real were what she really wanted to write though and, having met with every rejection going, she sat down one day to write a romance, her way. Six months later she signed her first contract on that book with Etopia Press.
She lives in Scotland with her husband and family, loves writing, reading, beach combing, playing various musical instruments and what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill-walking.