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Title:
Worth the risk
Author:
James, Stephanie.
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Publication Information:
New York, N.Y. : Silhouette Books, [2002]

©2002
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376 pages ; 17 cm
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Contains two works: The Challoner bride ; Wizard.
Language:
English
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The Challoner bride.

Wizard.
ISBN:
9780373218011
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Worth The Risk by Stephanie James released on Aug 23, 2002 is available now for purchase.


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There was undoubtedly an approved manner in which one went about hiring a professional soldier of fortune, but Angie Morgan didn't know what it was. The years she had put in after college doing personnel work hadn't provided any experience in that area. An engineer or a secretary or a new department head she could have managed with aplomb. This was a whole different matter. At least she wasn't starting from scratch, she told herself as she watched Flynn Sangrey cross the floor of the open-air hotel lounge. She knew something about the man she was thinking of hiring. Enough, for example, to realize that she preferred the term "soldier of fortune" to the more realistic label of "mercenary." Which was not to say that she knew him all that well. Two evenings spent sharing a couple of margaritas while listening to a combo in a Mexican hotel nightclub hardly constituted an extensive relationship, let alone a job interview. On the other hand how well did a woman really want to know a man she was paying for protection? Surely it was better to keep such acquaintances on a businesslike level. When her business in Mexico was concluded, she wasn't likely to see Sangrey again. From all indications he inhabited a much different world from her own. Two ships passing in the night. She wasn't absolutely positive that he made his living as a mercenary. Her conclusion might simply be the result of an overactive imagination. She had, after all, very few hard facts. What convinced Angie she wasn't far off base was the fact that Sangrey had said nothing to counter her obvious assumptions, not even when she'd deliberately tried to give him an opening to do so. Actually, he'd said almost nothing concrete about himself, leaving her to draw her own conclusions. It wasn't easy to ask him personal questions; not after knowing him for only two days. He had been gravely polite since he'd introduced himself, but somehow he'd made it clear he didn't invite detailed probing. He was on vacation. Sangrey threaded his way through the maze of candlelit tables, moving with the kind of supple masculine grace that spoke of coordination and strength. It occurred to Angie that a mercenary's life must be a hard one, hard enough to keep the body of a man who was clearly on the far side of thirty-five in shape. He was dressed much as he had been for the past couple of days, in khaki shirt and dark twill slacks. The leather belt that circled his waist was utilitarian looking and rather worn. The leather moccasins he wore appeared to have been around awhile. There was something in Sangrey's dark gaze that said he'd been around awhile, too. Angie had the impression that this man had seen some aspects of life that most people would prefer to ignore or forget. Only to be expected in his line of work, Angie told herself firmly. Julian would probably find him fascinating. The rest of Sangrey went along with the image created by the tough, functional leather belt and the austere khaki shirt. He had probably never been very good-looking, even before life had etched the hardness on his features. But tonight the flickering candlelight and the pale gleam of the stars overhead seemed to emphasize the fierce line of his nose and jaw. There was an aggressive, predatory element in Flynn Sangrey but Angie had the feeling it was well controlled. Everything about the man seemed controlled. Maybe too controlled. He hadn't even made a pass at her during the past two days. Not that she wanted him to, Angie told herself instantly. After all, she was here in the Mexican Caribbean on business. She was definitely not interested in picking up a tall, dark stranger for the purpose of having a vacation fling. It was just vaguely disappointing that this particular tall, dark stranger hadn't seemed interested in picking her up, either. At least not for a quick, passionate fling. From the moment he had introduced himself two evenings ago, Angie had gained the distinct impression that Flynn Sangrey was only looking for a little casual companionship. Perhaps he wouldn't be interested in a small job, either, she thought worriedly. The man was clearly treating himself to a vacation. "Good evening." Sangrey's voice was heavy, rather like the dark leather belt and the moccasins. Angie had grown to like it during the past couple of days. She smiled up at him as he took the chair beside her. "How was the diving?" she asked, knowing that he had spent the afternoon in scuba gear. "Unbelievable. The water around here is like crystal, and the fish swim along the reefs with you as if you're one of them. Another world." Flynn broke off to give his order to a passing waiter. Then he turned back to Angie, his dark gaze moving over her with polite, controlled interest. "How about you? Get that book finished?" Angie shook her head, telling herself wistfully that his merely polite interest was probably generated by the fact that she wasn't Sangrey's fantasy of a vacation fling. Perhaps he had been hoping for something a little more exciting - maybe a flashy blonde who tended to spill out of her bikini. Angie knew she was reasonably attractive, but she was definitely not flashy. Her dark brown hair was parted in the middle and coiled into a neat knot at the nape of her neck. It was a vaguely old-fashioned style that highlighted the odd blue-green color of her eyes. Angie knew for a fact she was considered intelligent, hardworking and reliable. When she'd worked in personnel, she'd had access to all the evaluation forms, including her own. Since she'd gone to work for her uncle, nothing appeared to have changed. He seemed quite satisfied with her performance on the job. Angie wondered on a note of humor if the recommendation would impress Sangrey. Her clothes were good but not trendy. She had a preference for a certain rakish look characterized by bold colors: black and white and red. Tonight she was wearing an off-the-shoulder, gauzy white cotton dress that was quite suitable for a trip to Mexico. The belt was the most striking feature of her attire. It was wide, neatly defining her small waist, and set with real garnets and gold filigree. The belt was a clue, although the average person wasn't aware of it, to a deeply hidden streak of passion that ran through her nature like a fissure of gold through dark marble. On the surface, the overall image was cool and reserved, and Angie preferred to keep it that way. She didn't really trust that vein of temperamental gold she sensed within herself. It seemed a little alien to her, not fully understood or integrated into what she considered her real personality. A part of her didn't quite accept that hidden fissure; didn't know what to make of it. She sensed it could be dangerous, but by and large it didn't interfere with her daily life. "I didn't get a chance to finish the book because I had a message from Alexander Cardinal," Angie announced as she picked up her drink. Sangrey regarded her with polite interest. "The man you've been waiting to hear from? The one who lives on the island?" "Uh-huh." Angie sipped the margarita, preparing to make her pitch. She had decided this afternoon to ask Sangrey if he would be interested in working for her. But she found herself somewhat nervous about actually broaching the question. "He sent word here to the hotel that he would see me tomorrow evening. He's invited me to dinner on the island. The message said he'd send a boat to pick me up." Sangrey raised his eyebrows in mock admiration. "Classy. You move in the right circles, Angie." "I explained yesterday that the circles aren't mine," she reminded him dryly. "My employer has set up this whole thing. Uncle Julian was supposed to make this trip himself. If he hadn't gotten sick at the last minute, I wouldn't even be here." "Sounds to me like you've lucked out. A free trip to Mexico and dinner with a man who owns an island. Every woman's dream." (Continues...) Excerpted from Worth The Risk by Stephanie James Copyright © 2002 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.