The Lady Thief of Belgravia {Review}

London, 1879. The city’s most notorious pickpocket is about to become the jewel of high society…

Della Rose learned her trade as a pickpocket on the vice-ridden streets of the notorious Seven Dials. But when the handsome Cole Winthrop offers her a huge sum of money to steal from his arch nemesis, the nefarious Duke of Salisbury, it seems Della’s days of deceit and thievery could soon be behind her.

To do the job she must go undercover as a member of high society, learning to walk, talk, ride and flirt like a lady. Which also means pretending to be Cole’s cousin…

As an undeniable attraction grows between them, Della must fight to stay focused. Succeeding in her mission could be her ticket to a new life. And this thief won’t let the small matter of falling in love get in her way…

With irresistible charm, sparkling romance and an unforgettable heroine, The Lady Thief of Belgravia will delight fans of Evie Dunmore, Minerva Spencer and Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton.

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I went into this book expecting more than was delivered. From the title and cover to the blurb, I think we were duped yet again. 

There was promise of intrigue, mystery, and a heist situation, but all we got was a lot of stomach stirrings and oddly placed f-bombs that pulled me out of the story. 

The heist part of the storyline was used to introduce the lead characters, and I don’t know if it was needed. The Duke (who they were stealing from) was stupid, and I don’t think the whole setup was needed. She could have just pickpocketed the key, copied it (as she did), and then given the key to Cole and moved on.

The relationship between Cole (the Hero) and Della (the Heroine) seemed a little forced. I didn’t feel the chemistry building up like in the many other historical romances I have read. I didn’t get any butterflies, and I want butterflies! In saying that, the inner dialogue of each of them lusting after the other during important moments was too much. I skipped those parts. 

Some language and societal anachronisms didn’t fit the time period. I can’t imagine the f-bomb being used in *that* context.  Maybe I’m wrong. And I don’t think there would be any way Della would have been accepted into society with the Earl. I was expecting to find out that her parents were of noble birth and she was indeed a lady, but no. She’s still a thief from the Seven Dials (London Slum).

Hey, if you are looking for a historical romance with lots of sex, some foul language, and a heist that goes too smoothly, then this is your book. 

Thanks to Storm Publishing & NetGalley for the eArc of The Lady Thief of Belgravia. This review is voluntary and contains my honest opinions about this book.