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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
  75. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He was dragging her toward the alley at the rear of the garden. The sirens were quite loud now. And then, as if Mick had tapped her on the shoulder, Sarah knew he had returned. She could sense him silently, stealthily moving in the shadows, making his way along the perimeter of the garden to block Kevin’s exit. The only problem was Kevin had a gun. He would shoot her as a last resort, but he would not hesitate to murder Mick in cold blood. “And I’m warning you now,” her ex-husband continued. “You better have kept your legs clamped shut. Otherwise, no amount of money could wash off the stench, and the consequences would be dire.” He was trying to intimidate her, but it created the opposite effect. She was not going to let Kevin permeate another second of her life with his abuse and fear. There was no way in hell she was going to let him endanger the man she loved. She would fight to the death before she allowed that to happen. She was strong. She was powerful, and enough was enough. Sarah, keeping her chin tucked to her chest, raised her hands to his forearm clamped around her neck, as if trying to loosen his grip. Once her hands were in place, she slumped toward the ground. The sudden deadweight caused Kevin to stumble, giving her the opening she needed. Quick as lightning, she grabbed the barrel of his pistol with both hands and yanked it away from her face.

“What the f—” She could feel his rage crashing over her, but instead of crushing her with fear, it was fuel. A shot roared out, ringing in her ears, a numb burning sensation in her left hand, both of them suddenly slippery on the gun. Through the ringing, she could hear Mick’s battle cry. Felt the thump as Mick’s body launched into Kevin, but still she didn’t release her grip on the handgun, and the three of them went down in a pile. She wrapped her body tightly around Kevin’s forearm, pinning it and the Glock to the ground, keeping Mick out of harm’s way.

Another shot rang out. Heat skimmed along her rib cage. Her vision was blurring, but she didn’t let go. She could hear sirens, dogs barking, vehicle doors slamming, people shouting.

There was a third blast, but still she didn’t let go. She could hear footsteps pounding. Only a tiny circle of vision remained in the very center of her eyes, the rest was darkness. But it was all she needed to see the blessed first responders, the police, the paramedics and firemen flooding into the courtyard. “Thank God,” she murmured. “Thank God,” and then that fragment of vision slipped away as well.

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