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SHIVER OF FEAR. SOF hits stores on April 1st, 2001 and is followed with
FACE OF DANGER releasing May 1st, 2011.
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SHIVER OF FEAR by Roxanne St. Claire
“Make a wish, Marc.”
I wish she weren’t so damn perfect. “I wish I didn’t feel like such a tourist.” He settled into the cool, mottled rocks, the particular arrangement of stones shaped like a chair.
“Too bad, you are. And this moment, the tourist is in the Wishing Chair.” Devyn waved the guidebook they’d picked up at the Visitor’s Center, the wind whipping off the Atlantic coast and howling over the wide stretch of bizarre geology called the Giant’s Causeway. “Whatever you wish will come true, according to legend. And if I’ve learned anything in the last few hours, it’s that legends rule the day around here.”

“Right. I better make a good wish.” He leaned back, squinting up to the silhouette of a woman against a misty sky and gunmetal seas, still amazed at how different she was in person than in two dimensions.

And not just her features. Yes, she was even prettier than he’d anticipated because he’d braced for an ice queen and got a surprising blast of heat. He’d expected a bland and bored rich widow, maybe uptight and withdrawn, but discovered a woman with a smile that came from her heart, a laugh that sounded like chimes, and windblown hair that was ten different shades of milk chocolate and caramel.
But he had to remember why he was here and that she was the target of a mission, not his attention.
“Come on,” she urged. “What do you want most in the whole world?”
Nothing he could wish for here and now. Nothing the legends and lore would grant him. Nothing he could ever expect to have again in this lifetime.
“Now you’re the one who’s thinking too hard,” she said, those wind-chimes ringing again as she laughed, a sound as intoxicating as the view from the sharp, limestone cliff jutting out to the ocean behind her.
“I’m not thinking. I’m enjoying the view,” he said, looking right into eyes the color of his first Corvette. Arctic Blue, the Chevy guys called it, a mix of glinting glaciers against azure sea.
“You have about ten seconds before the next bus load of tourists forms a line. Wish.”
He closed her eyes, the outline of her curves and against the milky sky still burned behind his lids. “I wish you’d have dinner with me tonight.”

She just laughed and reached for his hand, offering help he didn’t need but certainly wanted. “You’re greedy. You’ve got my whole day already.”

“Not greedy. I just like to plan for the future.” Still holding her hand, he brushed her lower lip with his thumb, because it was the next best thing to pressing his mouth there. “And dinner isn’t exactly a lifetime commitment. You’ve got to eat. Why do it alone?”
She gave him that “don’t ask me” look she’d laid on him mercilessly in the car, until he backed off and kept the conversation impersonal and light.
Once he’d done that, she’d relaxed and the day unfolded from his well-orchestrated accidental meeting to something that felt very much like a first date. He couldn’t think of a better way to get her off course than good old fashioned seduction, but nothing about this effort felt forced.
“Let’s go to the edge,” he said, keeping their hands locked as he closed his arm around her back.
She hesitated, a little off balance on the slabs of slippery rock. “I don’t think so.”
“You afraid of heights?” he asked.
She nodded, her color deepening with the admission. “They make me dizzy.”
He tightened his grip and lowered his face to her ear. “I’ll hold you,” he said softly, his words caught in the wind. “Then I’ll make you dizzy.”
“Wow.” Easing away, but still holding his hand, she shook her head, stepping gingerly over one the thousands of flat-topped rocks that formed the unique shoreline. “You’re scary good at flirting, you know that?”
“Come on, how can you not be a little romantic? It’s Ireland, for God’s sake, and this whole thing…” He gestured to nature’s spectacle around them. “Was created by a lovesick giant.”
“Or an erupting volcano, depending on whether you believe lore or fact.”
He laughed, slowing her steps with a gentle tug. “I guess I’ll add pragmatic to the list of things I’m discovering about you.”
“And I’ll add world-class play-er.” She dragged out the word
With a grunt, he pounded a fist to his chest, feigning a stab wound. “Ouch.” But the truth hurt a little. She had no idea how much he was playing her right then.
“Not denying it, I see.”


“I’m not a player,” he assured her. “Just a hopeless romantic. Like you’re private and not secretive. Obviously, between us, semantics are important.” He guided her closer to the cliff’s edge. “C’mon, Devyn. Face your fears.”
© Roxanne St. Claire
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Shiver of Fear (The Guardian Angelinos)
Face of Danger (Guardian Angelinos)
Edge of Sight (The Guardian Angelinos)
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