Heather Long
One Treasure…
One Hunt…
Pietr Sauvage is neck deep in the hunt for The Fortunate Buddha when a lead draws him to
Too Many Thieves…
Lost in the shadow of intrigue and danger, Sophie must learn to trust Pietr, a man with an agenda, a man she can’t help but desire, before the ruthless thieves steal their only chance.
Raising the stakes heightens the attraction…
My Review:
The Taming of the Thief is the second book in author Heather Long’s The Fortunate Buddha series.
In this second installment we meet Sophie Kingston and Pietr Sauvage.
Sophie is an art history specialist working in a museum when she witnesses a murder. Being lucky enough to escape the killers notice she reports the murder to the police—only for them have them tell her that there is nothing there and without a body or any evidence…well they send her on her way and leaver her wondering if she had not really just imagined it.
That is until an attempt on her life is made; luckily the sexy Pietr is there to save her. Though she and Pietr are not on the best of terms and she hardly knows the man after this they are pretty much inseparable.
Pietr has come to New York
I really liked this book—it was just as good if not better than the only other book I have read by this author.
Sophie knows that Pietr has an agenda but he is also the only stable thing in her life right now, and neither can she (or Pietr) fight the desire that burns between them either. I do not know what I liked more about this book-the mystery or the relationship between out two characters.
As with the first novel I read by Heather Long not too long ago the author manages to keep the sexual tension and the air of potential ‘jump-you-and-rip-your-clothes-off’ between the main characters throughout the whole book while actually have very few sex scenes and a lot of plot.
This is my second book by Long and is also the second book that I have jumped in without reading the first book. I did not even know this book (or the first one I read by this author) was even in a series until I opened the review copy. Which I find odd but no matter! The point is that I would recommend reading the first book in this series first it could be read as a stand alone but it also gives away a good bit about the first book.
I was never confused or anything—this book is about two different main characters than the first book was (though from what I understand Pietr was in the first book, too). So ultimately while The Taming of the Thief could be read without the first book I would highly recommend picking up the first book before the second.
The last lock gave and Sophie leaned on the door and opened it. Her bag weighed hard on her shoulder and all she could think about was a shower or a bath and a good night's sleep. Then back to the museum to her archive and to making sense from chaos. Dr. Hinkley could come back from his sabbatical and it would turn out to just be too many episodes of her favorite crime shows infecting her with their gestalt.
She pushed inside, purse sliding down her arm and dropping on the floor. Hitting the lights with one hand, she shut the door with the other and snapped the locks into place, one at a time. It took her a moment to focus, to see the man sprawling in relaxed pose on her sofa, his ankles crossed, one over the other.
Dark hair tumbled over a ruggedly good-looking face of chiseled features under a growth of stubble. His eyes were soft amber, like fine liquor and his lips were full and even as they spread into a smile.
Sophie gaped.
“Bonjour, cheri.” The lilting French rolling off his tongue sounded as sexy as it was unexpected.
She opened her mouth and screamed, scrambling for the door locks and just as she wrenched open the door, he leaned past her and pushed it closed.
“I'm sorry, Professor Kingston, I didn't mean to startle you.” The heat of his body burned into her as he pressed her against the door.
Sophie stared at him. The shooter’s French from the museum washed over her. But this man was taller.
Much taller.
“What are you doing in my apartment?”
“I need your help.”
“Breaking into my apartment is a bizarre way to ask for help.” How do I sound so very calm? Her heart beat against her ribs like a hummingbird desperate for escape.
“Oui.” Tall, dark and French had the grace to look abashed. “My apologies. I waited at the museum for a few hours, and then outside your apartment building. I admit, I got a little tired. I came inside to see if you'd gone out of town, but fortunately, here you are.”
Sophie's mouth fell open further. Her heart stuttered over his grin, but quickened at the sense of outrage.
“Are you going to let me go?”
“Are you still going to scream?”
“I'm thinking about it.”
“Well then, I shall hold you here until you have considered the options. Oui?”
“My options?” Sophie's eyebrows climbed. Was this man for real? Outrage smothered fear. “My options? You broke into my apartment. You're holding me against my will. You just confessed to stalking me. And you want me to consider my options? Are you out of your mind?”
The bastard grinned. Grinned! A broad, toothy, flashing grin that sent shivers up her spine. Her stomach flipped over. He brushed so close the scent of his aftershave tickled her nostrils. She fought the urge to take a deeper inhale, to taste the flavor of the man on her tongue.
“I've been accused of worse, cheri. Fortunately for you, I am not insane. But I do need your help and I do need to talk to you without you screaming for help and putting us through a long night of uncomfortable questions.”
“I suppose you have a counter offer?” Had she gone completely insane that morning? Imagining a coworker felled by a bullet? A day of bad coffee and questioning at the police station? She was hungry. She was tired. Maybe that explained why she would entertain this lunacy.
“Of course. Dinner. Some wine. A conversation. After which, I go away and you get some sleep.” Her uninvited guest trailed a finger down her cheek, sending shivers radiating across her flesh. “And forgive me cheri, but you look very tired.”
“I've had an abysmal day. I am not in the mood for entertaining much less having a meal with someone I don't know and who broke into my apartment and is currently threatening me.”
“I am not.”
“Yes. You are.” Sophie punctuated the words with a hard shove against his chest. To her surprise he stepped back, nimble as a cat and held his hands out wide.
It was her chance. She could slip out the door and make a run for it. If nothing else she could yell her lungs out. She knew all of her neighbors. Valorie across the hall with her five kids would call the police in a heartbeat.
But Sophie didn't yell.
She didn't yank the door open.
She didn't bolt.
“What's your name?” Sophie asked instead.
“Then we chat? Perhaps over wine?”
“No, then I check your references and perhaps we meet tomorrow for coffee.”
He laughed then; a long, inviting, warm chuckle that beckoned her to abandon caution for the sheer exhilaration of leaping.
“I am not sure what references you intend to check. Is there a database for cat burglars?”
“Is that what you are?”
“An outdated term to be certain, but I rather doubt that you will find me listed under some typical B & E reference of a library database.” His too sexy mouth twitched. He enjoyed the banter.
Call me crazy, but so am I.
“Then maybe Interpol would be a better reference point.”
“You wound me little bird. Interpol is extremely low brow for someone of my caliber.”
“And I only have your word for that.” Sophie countered.
“True.” He stepped back, giving her more space and still, Sophie didn't make a run for it. Despite her better judgment, the Frenchman intrigued the hell out of her tired mind, arousing her curiosity. He aroused a lot more than her curiosity, but she ignored that traitorous thought.
Sophie studied the man standing in the middle of her living room. Surrounded by the muted, antique colors of soft golds and browns, he was a splash of color, vibrant, alive and very raw. The twinkle in his eyes teased her, dared her.
“Why are you here?”
“Existentially?”
“No. Physically. Here. My apartment. Why are you here?”
“Honestly?”
“Call me quirky, but I think that's exactly what this situation calls for.”
His laughter washed over her. The corners of Sophie's mouth tugged wider. She loved the sound of his laughter and her smile spread wider at the sound of it.
“My name is Pietr Sauvage. I am here because I need your help.”
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