Steal Me If You Can: Where Ambition Ends and Desire Begins
She came to New York with a dead woman's letter, a blackmail envelope, and a plan.
What she didn't plan for was him.
Hannah Thatcher has been waiting twelve years for her shot at the Hargrove Ballet Company's principal stage - the dream her dying mother arranged for her, paid for with photographs, secrets, and the last breath of a woman who refused to leave her daughter with nothing. Now Hannah is in New York, engaged to the heir of the most powerful ballet dynasty in the city, and standing on the edge of everything she was promised.
Then a man with blood on his face and a gun at her ribs sits down beside her on a train and says: Moan, or I slit your pretty little throat.
She saves his life. She steals his gun. And she has no idea - not yet - that the most dangerous man in New York is about to become the only person who has ever looked at her like she's something worth protecting.
Jack Hargrove is the Hargrove they don't put in press releases. Twenty-three years in the Reaper Assassin Guild. A hundred million dollars on his head. A reputation built on the principle that attachment is a liability and sentiment is a weapon other people use against you.
He has never met anyone like Hannah Thatcher.
He has never had a reason to care whether that was a problem.
Now he does.
Steal Me If You Can is a dark, compulsively readable romance about a woman who blackmails her way into a ballet company and falls in love with her fianc 's brother - a man who fires guns into ceilings for emphasis, carries her photograph in his jacket, and has been watching her rehearse from a catwalk she didn't know existed. It is a story about ambition and the price of it, about the difference between a dream and a cage, about two people who are sharp and dangerous and exactly alike, discovering that the darkness in each other is not the thing to fear.
It is also, underneath everything, a story about a mother who built a door out of her dying days and trusted her daughter to walk through it.
The stage is waiting. The trap is set. And Hannah Thatcher has never once stopped for anything in her life.
This is not the ballet you know. This is the one that happens in the dark.
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