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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“It’s remarkable how you can squeeze words through those clenched teeth,” she said cheerfully, as if what he’d said hadn’t sent a bolt of lust coursing through her. She plucked the credit card from Mick’s fingers and handed it to the desk clerk with a smile. “Here you go. Write that puppy up.” She turned and leaned in toward Mick, not so their bodies were touching. Just close enough so the heat of his force field would shimmer along her skin. “However,” she murmured, “tomorrow, when we obtain proof that I am not a married woman”—she leaned in even closer, rising on her toes—“all bets are off,” she whispered, her mouth barely skimming his ear. She heard his breath hitch, which filled her with delight and a wonder, too. The words had slipped from her lips with an ease that astounded her. And where had that husky rasp come from? Never had she felt this kind of freedom before, this feeling of safety, of stepping into her power and sexuality without fearing reprisals or a fist. She lowered her heels, placed her hand on his chest, and tipped her head toward him in a confidential manner. “Because four years is a hell of a long time to go without.” Watching as heat flared in his eyes, reveling in the fact that an answering response was pooling low in her body where her legs met her torso, a pulsing, swelling, hungry wanting. “That is”—she could feel the accelerated thud of his heart against her palm—“if you’re up for it?” she said, a sultry smile dancing on her lips. Then Sarah stepped away, letting her hand fall gently from his torso. She tugged her gaze back to the desk clerk, who was sliding paperwork across the desk, but not before Sarah had the pleasure of seeing Mick swallow hard and his irises darken even further.

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Sarah closed her eyes, letting the hot water from the rain shower pummel her back, her buttocks, and cascade over her sensitized skin. It had felt so good to wash the day from her body. Visualizing all of her troubles flowing off her to join the water spiraling into a whirlpool and disappearing down the drain. The gorgeous shower was a thing of beauty, all white marble, glass, and chrome. It even had a steam component, which she had switched on so it could heat up while she’d shed her clothes. When she’d stepped inside, the warm steam particles surrounded and embraced her.

Sarah turned languorously and let the water beat against her upturned face, her breasts, her abdomen. Luxury. She sighed contentedly, savoring every molecule of comfort. When I am finally able to extricate myself from this mess, I will never, ever take for granted the multitude of blessings my parents gifted to me by the sheer luck of my birth. I will give back and share my blessings with those less fortunate. I promise.