In the world's most romantic city, fates collide in the most unexpected way and two of the world's most elusive jewel thieves are forever changed by a Louvre heist gone wrong.

After three years in prison, Todd goes after the woman who ruined his life, seeking revenge and the diamond she stole from him. He learns that Celestia doesn't have the diamond either. She was used by her partner, master thief Tito Bandero.

Todd and Celestia form an unlikely partnership to take back what is theirs and redeem themselves. Bandero is planning to steal three of the world's most coveted diamonds, but the ones he wronged"Fox and Hound"plot to take them first.

What Todd and Celestia don't count on? The power of attraction. When the quest grows dangerous, which will they choose: payback or each other?

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If you are looking for a great read which holds your attention throughout, then Fox & Hound by Amber Leigh Williams is one story you shouldn’t miss. The heat between Todd and Celestia burns as hot as the diamonds are cold, creating a combination you just can’t resist. The characters are strong willed, private and still so vulnerable you can feel their struggles to avoid the one thing which can bring them both down " love! Pick this one up " I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.

Reviewed by: Simply Romance

EXCERPT

The club in downtown Los Angeles was bouncing when they arrived. Celestia was relieved when she saw the reporters hadn’t been tipped. They hit the dance floor immediately. She needed to work off some of the rage from finding Tito’s check in the mailbox.

Bastard. She threw the anger into her movements. She led Diego into a quick, dirty version of the tango. She’d watched her mother do the same dance with her father many times at parties, scandalizing the elder guests. She’d begged her mother to teach her.

As Diego dipped her back, she arched her spine. Her long, red tresses grazed the floor. He pulled her back up, his face breaths from hers, his lips curled into an assured smile. She only wished for a more intriguing partner.

He spun her around and let go of her arm so she whirled freely. She turned back in his direction. Arms encircled her from behind. Strong arms she knew immediately did not belong to Diego. She spun to face him. Her heart stuttered then raced when she looked into a face she now remembered well.

A face she’d seen three years ago over a glass case that had held the object of both their desires. He’d had a beard then. It was gone and the hair hidden by a ski cap was wavy and blond. The strong nose, chin, and cheekbones were perfect frames for the tan, Roman face"a face that should’ve been painted on a Grecian urn.

The teal-hued eyes burned into hers as he backed her up to the time of the music. She spotted Diego over his shoulder. He looked confused and annoyed. She shook her head when he made a move to cut in.

She could handle Todd Orso.

She looked into the hard eyes again. Neither of them said a word throughout the rest of the song.

She was intoxicating. The dress dipped low on her chest, held up by the tie at the nape of her neck. The slit on the front gave teasing glimpses of long, creamy legs. His hand rested on her back against skin as soft as the material of her dress. The silk fabric was almost the same shade as her long hair. Her bangs were swept back with a silver-and-sapphire barrette, leaving her wide, alabaster forehead bare. The red of her dress illuminated the dash of light freckles across her cheekbones. Rubies glittered at her ears, wrist, and neck.

If he’d planned to say something, he wouldn’t have been able to. His throat was dry, his tongue limp and heavy. He kept up with her throughout the quick dance without tripping over his or her feet. Miracle, he decided when the song ended.

Where the hell did you come from? She wanted to ask the question. Before she could gather the gumption to utter a word, he lifted her hand in his, pressed a soft kiss over her palm and turned away. She watched him disappear into the crowd. Her heart was racing. She grasped for control. Diego walked across the dance floor to her. “Do you know him?” he asked, voice sharp with envy.

“No.” The next tune started up. She grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s dance.”