The Light-Fingered Lady — Sheila Rabe

"THIS IS NOT SHERWOOD FOREST. IT IS LONDON. AND YOU ARE NOT ROBIN HOOD. YOU ARE PRUDENCE PENNHALLOW..."

But for Prudence, the idea of lifting valuables from fine ladies and gentlemen and turning them into money for the poor seemed an excellent one. And the extravagant affairs of the London Season proved to be the perfect cover for a bit of thievery. Perfect, that is, until Lord Brimley appeared on the scene. Fresh from his country estate and weary of milk-and-water misses, the dashing earl was quite taken with the mysterious Miss Pennhallow. Indeed, her elaborate schemes and feminine ploys kept him vastly entertained. Yet Brimley would not have been quite so amused had he known the danger his ladylove had fallen into. For another would-be suitor was moving in -- with greed in his heart and blackmail on his mind...