A Spy for Christmas: Victorian Christmas Romance

She is forced to confront her past when her mother is kidnapped, but she must seek help from the man who broke her heart. He’s looking for a thief, and he knows it’s her. If only he could fight his feelings for her.

Former covert field agent for the Prime Minister, Felicia Adler wants a normal life living as a wealthy widow. Unfortunately, a man from her past won't allow her this comfort. He is back to bring havoc into her life and play with her heart just as he'd done four years ago. But her mother's disappearance forces Felicia to rely on him. If that's not enough, her spirits are trying to keep her out of danger and help her find love in her life, once again.

Investigative officer for the London Metropolitan Police, Sebastian Harrington travels all the way to North Devon to find the thief he has been hunting for over a year now. When he meets her face-to-face, he is shocked to see the woman who'd stolen his heart and crushed it four years prior. Now he needs to find evidence against her, have her arrested, and transport her back to England to stand trial. If only his heart would allow it.

Will this Christmas season teach them about forgiveness?

Experience the charm of this sweet and wholesome Christmas Historical Romance, where tender passion is softly woven, inviting your imagination to bring the rest to life.

If Sebastian Harrington had asked the people in high society whether they thought the widow, Lady Adler, was a thief… they would laugh in his face. Why would the young widow want to steal jewels when she was wealthy in her own right after receiving a large inheritance after her husband’s death?

Inwardly, Sebastian chuckled. He didn’t believe for one moment that Lord Adler had died because his heart had failed. Sebastian would bet money that the young widow had been behind her husband’s death.

Of course, he would have to solve that case at a different time. Today, he was after a thief.

Recently, Sebastian had heard a rumor that Lord Adler had been deeply in debt at the time of his death. Could Lady Adler still be wealthy after the creditors had been paid? This was the reason for Sebastian’s clandestine visit to her place of residence. Lady Adler’s manor resembled the stately home of the Duchess of Devonshire, except that it was charmingly smaller. The structure had two stories, and four gray marble pillars in the front.

Cautiously, he crept around the outside of the manor, bundling his warm overcoat closer around his neck. The crisp winter night air nipped at his face and hands, making him think he should have worn gloves during this outing.

The half-moon suspended in the cloudless sky was his only light. As he passed by each window, he glanced inside. The scent from the bushes wafted around him, making him sneeze, but he continued to push his way through. His foot bumped against a large rock, and he stumbled. Thankfully, he quickly righted himself before landing on the ground.

From inside the dining room window, Sebastian noticed the crowd. Hitching a breath, he pulled back and flattened himself against the outer wall. As an experienced spy, he knew to stay in the shadows.
Sebastian had been chasing this particular thief for almost a year. The trail had died in London, but then, not too long ago, his contacts had informed him that a woman matching the thief’s description had been seen in North Devon. There was no hesitation on his part. He was determined to catch this woman and make a name for himself.

This specific case started when thefts from wealthy homes surrounding London were reported. It was most interesting that the jewelry pieces taken were only those items purchased from distant countries.

Sebastian had studied the homes that had been robbed and interviewed those involved, but no clues had been found. Remarkably enough however, there was only one person linking them together – the young widow with white-blonde silk hair and a body of a goddess, Lady Adler.

Coincidence? He thought not.

Since he’d been in North Devonshire, he had spoken to the local police and, just as he’d suspected, they too, were having some of their wealthier homes broken into and jewelry stolen.

Sebastian slowly peeked inside the window again. About twenty guests filled Lady Adler’s dining room, all appearing to enjoy dishes of mutton, pickled crab, and what looked to be potato pudding along with broccoli ala sauce.

The evening’s brisk breeze picked up, causing the branches from the bushes and nearby trees to sway with the rhythm of the wind. He muttered under his breath. This would not only make it colder outside, but listening for sounds around him would more difficult. But what other choice did he have?