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Eve Fawkner had no intention of following in her father's footsteps. But when the thugs harassing him to repay his gambling debts threaten her young daughter, Eve is forced to assume the role of London's most notorious cat burglar, The Shadow. The plan is simple: pull off a couple of heists, pay back the goons and go into permanent retirement. But things get messy during her first job when Eve witnesses a murder, stumbles across a clue that sheds some light on her past and, ...
Eve Fawkner had no intention of following in her father's footsteps. But when the thugs harassing him to repay his gambling debts threaten her young daughter, Eve is forced to assume the role of London's most notorious cat burglar, The Shadow. The plan is simple: pull off a couple of heists, pay back the goons and go into permanent retirement. But things get messy during her first job when Eve witnesses a murder, stumbles across a clue that sheds some light on her past and, worst of all, falls for a cop.
Inspector Kahu Williams would be the perfect man, if Eve were looking, and if there wasn't the little matter of their career conflict. The man is seriously hot—and hot on the trail of a murderer. A trail that keeps leading him back to Eve...
Previously published as The Shadow, newly refreshed by the author.
"The walls have eyes, Mama." Amber tugged insistently at my hand, desperate to exit the formal dining room. "Don't like it here."
I frowned at the bright spots on the walls where paintings had once hung. The spaces did look like creepy eyes. A quick glance around the room showed some of my mother's valuable knickknacks missing too. A few pieces of the more valuable silver.
Interesting. Things had changed during the six years I'd spent in France.
"Let's go and have breakfast. Hannah said she'd make you special pancakes." I scrutinized the rooms we passed on the way to the kitchen, my quick peeks through the doorways confirming my suspicions. Something smelled like the whiff of day-old fish at Oakthorpe, the ancestral seat of Viscount Oakthorpe. Not even the sweet scent of spring flowers, arranged in a vase on the counter, could mask it. My father, Charles Fawkner, the current viscount, had some explaining to do.
Voices came from the kitchen. Heated. Vehement.
"You'll have to tell Eve," a feminine voice said.
"Morning," I said in a bright tone as we stepped into a spotlessly clean but dated kitchen.
My father and his best friend, Ben, were seated at one end of a long wooden table. Hannah, Ben's wife, stood at the stove, a Teflon spatula in one hand. Ben and Hannah had moved in after my mother died when I was a child. They were family.
Their discussion ceased abruptly on our entrance.
"Tell me what?" I asked.
My father exchanged a doubtful glance with Ben before returning his attention to me. He rubbed his chin, the guilty silence broken by the loud rasp of his whiskers.
"Maybe once Amber is at school," Hannah said, turning away to deftly flip a pancake.
The fishy stench wasn't my imagination. My narrowed gaze took in their nonchalant body language. They didn't quite pull it off. Since Amber and I had returned the day before, I'd noticed a few things. Enough to add two plus two and come up with a creditable answer.
Belligerence settled on Father's face. "What?"
"How is your arthritis today?"
Father jerked his swollen hands off the tabletop and placed them on his lap. "I don't want to talk about it." Out of sight, out of mind.
The strident ring of the phone interrupted our staring contest.
"Me! Me! I want to get it," Amber said.
I nodded. "Make sure you do it the way we practiced."
While Amber skipped over to the phone and stood on tiptoe to reach, I took a plate of pancakes from Hannah. Time was marching on, and we'd be late to school if I didn't hurry. I set the plate in the middle of the table and started to prepare a pancake for Amber. I drizzled syrup, my mind turning sharp corners and deepening my anxiety. What on earth was my father up to now? Surely he didn't intend to work with those hands?
"Hello, this is Amber Fawkner speaking."
A burst of pride replaced my worry as I listened to my daughter's polite greeting.
Her forehead creased in a frown. "No, I don't have a daddy. You could speak to Mama." She listened for a while and nodded before thrusting the phone at me. "The man wants to talk to you."
I took the phone from Amber and steered her in the direction of a chair. "Eat your breakfast. Hello?"
"Who is this?" the man asked.
His oily tone made my trouble antenna spike. I swung to face the terrible trio, as I'd dubbed Father, Ben and Hannah during my teenage years. "I'm Lady Evelyn Fawkner. Who's speaking?"
"She's crabby," Ben whispered to my father when he heard me use my full name.
Hannah's spatula flashed through the air. "Shush."
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Posted November 2, 2013
Reviewed by Marissa
Book provided by the publisher for review
Review originally posted at Romancing the Book
Shelley Munro won my reading loyalty years ago with the Talking Dog series, and more recently with Christmas is Coming. With Cat Burglar in Training, she keeps up the light-hearted romance and throws in a mystery to boot.
This book has all the elements of a good and solid romantic mystery – a reluctant cat burglar, a detective determined to solve a crime, a family of odd-duck but well-meaning “former” burglars, a loan shark, and a murder. Then there are the secondary elements: Who is stealing gardens? Who is the second cat burglar, leaving business cards and stealing what should rightfully belong to the heroine cat burglar?
No spoilers here, but just know that once you pick up this book it will be hard to put down. The addition of the mysteries-within-the-mystery kept me turning pages and staying up late (or getting back late from lunch!) just to see where the story would lead and how Eve would juggle her new-found duties as the Shadow, her head-strong and interfering family, the loan shark with the octopus arms, her attraction to the man on the opposite side of the law, and the stolen kisses with Kahu.
Favorite Quote: My wee croissant
Posted July 29, 2012
After being in France for many years Eve is returning home with her daughter who is the product of a date rape,that is another reason Eve left home to begin a new life. Once home she finds she must continue her father's business of being a cat burglar to help him pay off his debts. Eve also wants to find the man who raped her six years earlier. Several men have become interested in Eve, especially Kahu, a police detective from New Zealand, but she wants no romance.
This author developed her story and characters well. I would recommend this book happily~!
Thank you Net Galley and Carina Press
Posted February 20, 2012
There was a time in my life when my romance reading contained entirely Regency era historical romances. This book reminded me so much of those, even though it is a modern day, contemporary novel. This book takes place in England and features a family of cat burglars. Cat burglars who find their targets through the social whirl of the upper echelon of London society. The first quarter of this book especially read a lot like a historical novel, and just to be clear, I was not thrilled with that. Finally, though, this book did start to settle into a contemporary feeling suspense novel and started to pick up for me.
There was a lot of this book which was completely unbelievable. But it still managed to keep my attention and keep me entertained. I lived in England for two years which both hurt and helped my enjoyment of this novel. It helped just because I got to revisit those memories of visiting the local pubs and the neighborhoods in London that I loved. It hurt when it came to insider knowledge about how difficult, and expensive, it is to drive and park in those same neighborhoods of London (hello, congestion charges anyone?)
I had a hard time believing the cat burglar story line, but at the same time, when I set aside my doubts about it, I found it to be entertaining. I liked the romance between Eve, the family cat-burglar, and Kahu, the police detective from New Zealand. I enjoyed the tension of their relationship, both sexually and just the stress of the fact that they are on opposite sides of the law. It was a fabulous conflict for the story. The resolution at the end was a little too neat, but it kept me guessing. I had a few clues of what was going to happen, but certainly not to the full extent of what actually did happen.
Who would I recommend this book too? I think that there are enough historical undertones that historical readers would enjoy the crossover aspect of this book. It is a contemporary romantic suspense, but with just a few slight modifications it could just as easily be a victorian era historical novel. As such, I think that it would make a good transition novel for historical readers who want to move into reading more contemporary.
Posted February 20, 2012
Living in France for the past six years, Eve Fawkner has finally decided to move back home. The decision to do so wasn’t an easy one, as she’s not returning home alone. Her daughter, the product of a date rape and the very reason she left in the first place, is returning home with her. While the transition is to be a difficult for the both of them, she’s willing to finally settle down somehow and bestow her daughter with a sense of normalcy.
Yet she never imagined coming home to chaos and ultimate deceits. Her father, the renowned ‘The Shadow’, has come across some hard times. He can no longer continue his legacy and demands that Eve follow in his footsteps. Eve has a hard time accepting his request, yet finds herself coming around after the family begins to receive threatening phone calls. With no other choice, she sets off to settle all of his debts.
Immersing herself within society with her beloved best friend, Seth, by her side, she soon has everyone believing that she’s nothing more than a blonde bimbo. This facade works well for her as it allows her to move around with no one being none-the-wiser about her true purpose. It also doesn’t help that the good looking, and quite debonair, Kahu Williams begins to hound her every step in hopes of bringing her around to his favor.
Side-stepping the advances of several men, Kahu included, Eve knows her time is running short. Creditors are closing in with intent on getting what they’re owed in any way possible. A competitor soon enters the scene and she begins to wonder how she’ll be able to come up with the money to cover all of her father’s expenses. Eve begins to realize that she’ll have to come up with a good plan or two to do just that while dodging multiple attempts on her life in the process.
I absolutely loved this novel. Shelley’s story-telling is very pleasing and keeps the reader entertained with every turn of the page. Her character and plot development was very well done, in all honesty. Enjoyed it immensely.
Posted November 9, 2013
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