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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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Not a stripper. The blush made that obvious. She must be there to try to convert him. Belatedly, he realized he was sans apparel. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upward. How many times had he been deep in the work only to be disturbed by some uninvited do-gooder trying to help him find salvation, or someone fundraising, or political canvassing. Didn’t matter how often, or politely, he would inform them he was not interested. Every month or so someone else would ring his doorbell. This will teach ’em to knock willy-nilly, uninvited, on a stranger’s door. He nonchalantly stretched and leaned against the doorframe as if he always strode around nude. It was difficult, but he managed to suppress his laughter. Wish I’d thought of this sooner. Maybe answering the door naked will get me put on a do-not-disturb list.

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He was naked. The man—who supposedly was her new employer—had answered the door unshaven, stark naked, dripping wet, and hung like a bull. Not that the size of his appendage had any bearing on the matter. Why the hell did you look down? Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, could feel the heat in her face. She had two choices. She could turn around, get in her car, and start the long drive down Mulholland Drive with the desperate hope that she could land another position before night fell. Or she could take this job, which would mean a place for her and Charlie to sleep and hot water. That would mean putting up with this jerk for a week or two while she replenished her cash stores. Whereas sleeping in her car, who knew what sort of assholes she’d run into? Lord knew, she seemed to have a talent for running into more than her fair share.

Sarah took a second to center herself, unclenched her fists, then opened her eyes. “Mick Talford, I presume?” she said, smiling blandly, keeping her gaze and her chin up. “I’m Rachel Jones from the Windham Employment Agency, your new assistant.”

He blinked, the cocky grin vanishing from his face. “My assistant?” He scowled. Music and the sound of the party were blasting past him, spilling through the doorway to envelop her like a hot desert wind.