The Runaway Heiress
Chapters (75)
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PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
“Tense plotting. . . . A strong installment that hopefully portends more.”
—Booklist
“This warmhearted romantic comedy delivers a feisty heroine, a sexy hero, and some very chilling suspense—all done with a fresh edge.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
“Solace Island sparkles with the winning combination of mystery and romance sprinkled with humor and a very sexy hero. What’s not to love?”
—New York Times bestselling author Mariah Stewart
“Fast-paced and fun, great reading entertainment.”
—New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin
“With steady pacing and engaging storytelling, Flynn [Tilly] effortlessly blends mystery and romance in a contemporary style that makes this story stand out. This sexy, heartfelt romance is sure to delight readers everywhere.”
—RT Book Reviews
“[A] fetching debut . . . a satisfying romance in a cozy, small-town setting.”
—Library Journal (starred review)
TITLES BY MEG TILLY
The Solace Island Series
Solace Island
Cliff’s Edge
Hidden Cove
The Runaway Heiress
Dedication
To Peggy Feury
June 20, 1924–November 20, 1985
You taught me how to dive into a character’s skin and inhabit their life. The sharing of your knowledge fundamentally changed the way I walked in the world, shifted how I viewed my own actions and words as well as those of others.
Much love and gratitude always.
PROLOGUE
Sarah slipped out the back door of Rookie’s Sports Grill, squinting in the bright sunshine. She rolled her shoulders, more habit than necessity. When she had started the job two weeks ago, by the end of her eight-hour shift, her arms, hands, and shoulders had been shaking with fatigue. It’s remarkable, really, how quickly one can adjust to anything. And on the heels of that thought, her mind flipped to Kevin and the trapped, suffocating feeling that always accompanied thoughts of him, which caused bile to rise in her throat. Her hand reached out, searching for something solid to hold on to. Her other hand, by habit, rose instinctively to cradle her abdomen before she realized what she was doing and forced it to her side. That loss, in particular, the hollow emptiness almost knocked her to her knees. Stay in the now, she ordered herself in an attempt to force back the memories and nightmares that had been visiting her with increasing ferocity. Be in your body. Where are you now? In the alley behind Rookie’s. What do you feel? Sarah exhaled slowly. What did she feel? Scared. Scared shitless.