There’s something undeniably sexy about sneaking around at night, usually in some exotic locale, doing something illicit, trying not to get caught. Cat burglars and art thieves tend to get glamorized in the movies, when in reality stealing people’s jewels and art is a terrible crime. But it can be fun to pretend.
When it comes to glamour, no one tops Grace Kelly and Cary Grant. To Catch a Thief may not be Hitchcock’s masterpiece, but it is full of entertaining banter between two of the most attractive people ever to seduce one another on the French Riviera.
The original The ThomasCrown Affair differs from the remake, but they are both worth watching. I love the zippy score and the fearless sensuality of the Pierce Brosnan-Rene Russo version.
How to Steal a Million is another fun one. I’d watch Audrey Hepburn folding laundry, so seeing her share the screen with Peter O’Toole as they juggle romance, forgery, and theft, is sublime.
What’s your favorite heist flick?
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All she wants is a fresh start…
Retired art thief Eve Caplin traveled all the way from Paris to California looking for a fresh start in a small town. When she locks herself out of her home, she gets much more than she bargained for in Hudson Cleary, part-time locksmith and world famous artist. She wants to resist Hudson’s seductive pull, but can’t refuse his help when a man from her past blackmails her into stealing a ten million dollar painting. Not only does Hudson have access to the painting, he may hold the key to her damaged heart.
All he wants is her…
Hudson hasn’t picked up a paintbrush in two years. When he unlocks Eve Caplin’s door, the mysterious beauty arouses much more than just his creative impulses. He needs Eve in his studio and wants her in his bed. When he discovers danger closing in, he must decide how far over the line he’s willing to go to protect her.
Will he lose his heart, his muse, and his freedom all in one unforgettable night?
“What do you mean?”
“The plan, you know, how are you going to steal the painting?” He spoke more calmly than he felt.
“I hardly think you need to know about that.”
“John mentioned involving me. Let me help.” He needed her to let him help her. He couldn’t stand by and let her face the threat of prison, bodily harm, or death all alone. Somewhere between her locked front door and the Rembrandt, Eve had become his to protect, and he wouldn’t let her down.
She pushed back from the bar, hands on her hips. “John was out of his mind to suggest such a thing, and you have no business being anywhere near this situation.”
God, she could be stubborn. “Then why did you tell me about it?”
She goggled at him for a moment, then ignored his question. “John and I can handle it. We have to get access to a museum fundraiser where the painting is going to be displayed and take it from there. It’s simple really. You’re not needed.”
Hudson saw his window and he went for it. “A fundraiser? Not for the Santa Barbara Art Museum?”
She was slow to respond. “Yes, actually.”
His chest surged with relief that he could offer her something that might help her stay out of harm’s way. “I donated a print to their charity auction. It’s a joint fundraiser for the museum and for art education scholarships for low income high schoolers.”
“Of course it is,” she grumbled.
“Which means I have an invitation,” he said. “Want to be my plus one?”
She bit her lip and crossed her arms. She wouldn’t be able to turn down his perfect way in, and he’d be at her side, keeping the wolves at bay.
“It’s dangerous, you’d get us all caught.”
He smiled. He knew rationalizations when he heard them. She was going to cave any minute.
“You need my help,” he said, moving closer. “I don’t like the thought of you out there up to no good on your own.” They were so close they were practically breathing the same air.
“I won’t be alone,” she said halfheartedly. “I’ll have John.”
He wasn’t above playing dirty. He slid a hand around the back of her neck, stroking the soft hair that covered it like a waterfall. It took physical effort to keep from shuddering at the intense pleasure the sensation brought him. “I really don’t like the thought of you out with John at some swanky party. You’ll probably be dressed to the nines. High heels and everything,” he murmured.
“Jealous?” she breathed.
“Very.” And he kissed her.