Dumped on the eve of her wedding and looking for a quiet place to lick her emotional wounds, Maggie Harris joins her sister on Solace Island, where she hopes to recover from the stunning betrayal. At first, Maggie resists Eve's impassioned argument about relocating permanently so the sisters can open their own local bakery. What she definitely doesn't need on her road to recovery are Eve's efforts to fix her up with their mysterious and alluring neighbor, Luke Benson--even if he is incredibly handsome and desirable.
Just as Maggie starts to get comfortable in her new surroundings, a car tries to run her down in the middle of the street. If it weren't for Luke's extremely quick reflexes, Maggie could have been killed, leading her to wonder just who exactly Luke Benson really is...
Luke thought he'd left the violence of the high risk security world behind. But he can't stand by while Maggie's life is threatened. Luke will do anything to keep her safe--even moving Maggie and her sister into his house with its state-of-the-art security features. But with the secrets between them and an unknown threat stalking her heels, Luke will have to think fast to prove to Maggie that she can trust him with her life--and with her heart.
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Maggie Harris had her cell phone jammed against her right ear, a finger stuffed in her left, but still, Brett’s voice was an indistinct murmur. “Sorry, honey. Could you please speak a little louder? It’s kind of noisy in here.”
That was an understatement. The club was packed with writhing, sweaty bodies undulating to the pounding pulse of the music, not to mention the shrieking laughter of her eight bridesmaids and assorted female family members and friends.
Maggie felt a tug on her arm. It was Carol Endercott from the office, who had been knocking back shooters since they had arrived an hour ago. Maggie didn’t know her well, but the woman’s husband had walked out on her and their kid after ten years of wedded bliss. Probably not the best person to invite to one’s bachelorette party; however, Carol had overheard Maggie and Sarah making plans and Maggie hadn’t had the heart not to include her.
“Magsters,” Carol slurred, leaning close, stumbling slightly. “Come on, girl, off za phone. It’s pardy time!” She wore a big, sloppy smile, her mascara was smeared, and wisps of frizzy blond hair clung to her perspiring face. “Let’s have fuuun!” she bellowed like an elephant in heat.
Maggie held up a finger. One moment, Carol, she mouthed. It’s Brett.
“Ooooh,” Carol said, throwing up her hands and tiptoeing backward, eyes wide, like a cartoon character removing herself from a bomb site. “The luuuvebirds. I bettah give you some privacy, seeing as how yer talkin’ to za fabulous Mr. Nolan!”
“Yes, well . . .” Maggie smiled at Carol. “Thanks. I think I’ll just . . .” She tipped her head toward the bathrooms and started moving past Carol.
“Good idea!” Carol said, giving Maggie a crazy-hard nudge in the ribs and an attempt at a wink. “I’ll tell the gang you’re in za potski having phone sex, so they won’t barge in at an inopportune moment,” she bleated, and lurched off.
“Jeez,” Maggie said, watching her leave. “I am very grateful not to have a drinking problem.”
“Nothing, Brett. Hang on a second,” Maggie said. She started weaving her way through the crowd.
Once she was in the restroom, she heaved a sigh of relief. It was cooler in there, almost peaceful. She could still hear the thump and roar of the music, but it was muffled. “Thank goodness,” she said. “You still there?”
“Yeah,” Brett said, his voice mostly clear, just a little static.
“What time is it?”
“Uh . . . ten fifteen. Look, babe, I wanted to—”
“Ten fifteen! Oh my gosh, we’ve only been here an hour? I’m pooped already. How long do you think I need to stay? Don’t want to be rude or anything. Everyone’s come from so far away. But I gotta say, this going to clubs, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, the meat-market behavior typical of these places? It’s not really me.” Maggie laughed. “Well, you know that better than anyone, don’t you? Honey, I am so glad we met.”
“Yeah, well . . .”
“I can hardly wait until this is over. Maybe I can drop by after, if it’s not too late, and snuggle in bed with you. Oh my goodness, my feet are sore,” Maggie said, slipping off her heels, the polished concrete floor cool and soothing under her feet.
“That might be a problem.”
“I know, right? I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow! I don’t know why I let my sister talk me into those strappy, sparkly heels to finish off my wedding ensemble. I should have stuck with my original idea and bought those glittery Doc Martens. Nobody cares what you’re wearing underneath, and then I’d be comfort—”
“Margaret,” Brett cut in. “I need you to stop talking for a minute. Can you do that?”
“What?” Maggie’s breath caught in her chest. He’d used her formal name, and his voice sounded strange. “Are you all right? Is everything okay? You didn’t get in an accident, did you?”
“No, I’m fine. I just want to—”
“Oh, thank goodness!” A wave of relief rushed through her. “How horrible would that be—you having to hobble up the aisle in your handsome tux on a pair of crutches.”
“Can you shut up for a second? I’ve been trying to tell you something for the last five minutes, but you just keep jabbering on and on.”
Wait. Did Brett just tell me to shut up?
“I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching the last couple months,” Brett said. “And I just . . . I can’t do it.”
Maggie’s stomach lurched as her world, her happy-ever-after future, suddenly swerved off course. She felt both removed from her body and hyperaware of her surroundings, like she was an alien observing the events of her own life. The water dripping from the faucet, the beating of her heart, it all sounded loud, loud, loud. Her mouth tasted like chalk, throat constricted.
“Can’t . . . You can’t do what?” she asked, but she already knew the answer.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Rosemund Harris asked. There were violet shadows under Maggie’s mother’s eyes, as if she, too, hadn’t been able to sleep for the last three nights.
“I’m totally fine, Mom.” Maggie managed a smile. She glanced at the departure display board. Good. Their flight to Tampa was on time. Another couple minutes and her parents would have no choice but to go through security.
Her sister, Eve, had taken the red-eye back to New York last night, and the plane’s departure had been delayed twice. While they’d waited, Eve had managed to extract a promise that Maggie would go on vacation with her. Who knew what kind of concessions her parents would’ve wiggled out of her had their flight been delayed.
By some miracle Maggie had been able to maintain her composure through contacting the wedding guests, canceling what services she could and donating the rest. She still had to contact the store where she’d registered and arrange to return the enormous pile of gifts so credit cards could be refunded. However, first she needed to sort through the presents so she could personalize the thank-you notes that had to be written. There was too much to do. No way in hell was she going to allow herself to fall apart now and start bawling in the middle of the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport.
“I want to kill that son of a bitch,” her dad said. Her dad had always been even-tempered and slow to anger, but he was angry now. She could tell by his voice.
Maggie dragged her gaze from the departure board to where her dad stood beside her mom. Bill Harris’s large hands, hardened by years of construction work, were clenched, and worry had etched deeper grooves in the lines on his face.
“Dad,” Maggie said, reaching out and patting his arm, “really, it’s all right.” Her parents looked at least five years older than they had a week ago, and for that alone, she wanted to kill the bastard herself. “I’m just sorry you flew all this way for nothing—”
“Nonsense,” her dad said, his voice gruff.
“We’re grateful we were here,” Rosemund said, pulling Maggie in for a hug. Her mom was small, a tiny bird of a woman, but seriously strong for a woman of any age, let alone one in her sixties. All those years pitching in on sites, running wiring, lugging pipes, installing pot-lights, had kept not just her mom but the whole family fit.
Maggie felt her dad’s arms encircle the two of them. A part of her longed to give herself over to the comfort of her parents’ support, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to shatter. “Not every occasion,” her mom continued as if Maggie weren’t standing stiffly in her arms, “is going to be a happy one. But it’s the spending of time, the sharing of experiences, that is the glue that bonds a family together.”
The boarding announcement for the flight to Tampa came over the loudspeaker just in time. Maggie blinked her eyes hard and pulled away. “You gotta go,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “You don’t want to miss your flight.”
There was a final hasty hug, and then her parents left, turning to wave a few times before disappearing from sight.
“Don’t you think you are being a little unreasonable?” Brett said, leaning forward and steepling his tanned, manicured fingers on the desk in front of him. Their desk. He was smiling that smile that used to make her melt. Funny how two weeks of hell can change one’s perceptions, she mused. She’d always thought he blow-dried his “sun-streaked” blond hair a little too poofy, but she had never noticed before just how practiced his smile was.
Her sister had. “He’s too slick,” Eve had said when she’d first met him. “Too smooth. I don’t trust him.”
Maggie had waved her worries aside. “Are you kidding? He’s perfect.”
“Yes, and that’s what worries me, because no one—Maggie, look at me—no one is perfect.”
And now, standing in the Camelback East Village office that she and Brett had shared, she saw what Eve had seen all those years ago. Five years and four months of her life Maggie had wasted on this narcissistic, insensitive creep. A frigging five-year engagement. Ha! That should have been a clue.
“Just because I decided I didn’t want to marry you doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue working with you. We’re a great team. I’m the ideas man and you implement all the details. Take that derelict church, for instance. Turning it into a high-end condo development was a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself. Presales are moving extremely well. Yes, I know you’re doing a lot of work, but we’re going to make a shitload of money on this one. Comfort Homes is just starting to hit the big leagues. Seriously, sweetie, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“First,” Maggie said, holding up her hand, palm thrust out like a traffic cop. “I am not your ‘sweetie.’ Second, even you, with your pin-sized brain, must know that calling off a wedding the night before it’s supposed to occur would not, under any circumstances, be classified as a molehill!”
Brett opened his mouth to speak, but Maggie steamrollered right over him. “If you were having all these doubts, why did you insist on making it such a big event? I wanted something small and intimate, but no! You felt it was necessary to invite three hundred and eighty-six friends, family members, and business colleagues to our wedding! Some of them could ill afford to fly themselves out here and put themselves up in a hotel, but they did it because they wanted to show us their love and support. My mom and dad rebooked their world cruise vacation because they wanted to be here for our special day. Did that even cross your mind, how you inconvenienced so many people? Then you get cold feet, and you don’t even have the balls to stand up like a man and let people know. What a jerk!”
“A guy’s entitled to—”
“You are entitled to nothing. Not after leaving me to make excuses and explanations and to settle the accounts. Oh, by the way, did you and Kristal enjoy our honeymoon holiday?”
“Yes, I know all about that. Carol enlightened me. Amazing how loose the lips of everyone at the office got once the shit hit the fan. I gather your little fling has been going on for some time. The silver lining, I suppose, is that I finally understand why you pushed so hard for her to get the VP sales position.” Maggie had been trying to keep her voice calm and modulated, to present herself as a woman in control, but it wasn’t working. She could feel the deep waves of anger rising. “Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy boy, but this?” she said, swirling her hands in the air. And it was as if the movement lit a match to the dynamite stockpiled in the pit of her stomach, because she heard herself bellow, “WAS NOT a frigging MOLEHILL!”
Brett shifted uncomfortably. “Toots, come on. You’re being unduly harsh—”
Eyes narrowed, Maggie snatched the John Fitzstien metal sculpture from the desk and brandished it. “Don’t you ‘toots’ me, you son of a bitch, or I’ll bash your brains out and enjoy every second of it.”
Brett shut up.
“Now,” Maggie continued, slamming the sculpture down on the desk with a satisfying thunk and enjoying the nervous expression on his face way more than she should. “This is the way it’s going to go down. Either you buy my half of the company, at fair market value—”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re the one who wants to walk away. So leave. No reason I should be penalized and give you half of my company—”
“—just because your feelings got hurt,” Brett continued, shrugging. “I understand. I’d be emotional, too, if I was going to be missing out on all of this,” Brett said, gesturing to himself.
“Why, you self-satisfied, pompous peacock,” Maggie said, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. “Yes, I am feeling a little emotional, but not because I’m going to miss you. Was it painful? Yes, but I’m glad my blinders were ripped off. I am angry I had such terrible judgment and didn’t see through you. I am pissed off that I let you talk me into plowing my entire inheritance from Great-aunt Clare into the start-up costs for this company. Our company. It’s amazing to me that I never noticed the timing between her death and our engagement.” Maggie had thrown that last comment in, hoping that she was wrong. That there had been something genuine in their relationship and that it hadn’t been all about money. Maybe Brett had truly wanted to marry her, and the timing of her inheritance and his sudden desire to get engaged and start their own company was a coincidence. But she could see from the expression on his face that it wasn’t.
Maggie had thought she was fine. Now that the blinders had been ripped from her eyes, any kind of emotional tie would no longer have its talons sunk into her. But the knowledge that she had been played all those years was like a fist to the gut. “Did you ever love me?” she heard herself whisper.
Damn. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. That was a mistake. She knew it instantly. She could see Brett’s mind ticking over her question, figuring out how to use her vulnerability to his advantage. She’d seen him do it many times when they were negotiating contracts for the company.
“Won’t work, Brett,” she said before he could open his mouth. “Don’t even bother.”
He shrugged, giving her that boyish smile that used to make her go weak at the knees. “Maggie, come here. You look like you need a hug.”
“Over my dead body,” she said as she took a step back and crossed her arms. “Back to business. The seed money was mine. You didn’t put a red cent into the start-up.”
“I didn’t have—” Brett started to say.
“I don’t want to hear your sob story, and neither do the courts. I’ve put my money and my sweat, blood, and tears into this company. Count your blessings I’m only asking for what we wrote down in the original contract. And yes, I still have it.”
Brett’s fingers were tapping a staccato rhythm on his desk. He always did that when he was irritated.
Maggie didn’t care.
He leaned back in his chair, swiveled right and then left, eyes on her. “We have no idea what the current market value would be.”
“No worries.” Maggie reached into her purse and pulled out a file. “I had ten whole days to cost it out while you and Kristal were frolicking in the sun.” She slapped the file on the desk and slid it over to him.
“Forget it,” Brett said, crossing his arms, shaking his head. “Not going to happen.”
Maggie shrugged. “Either you buy me out, or I’ll talk to Pondstone Inc. They were sniffing around last year, and I’m sure they would love to own my controlling shares. Though I can’t promise they won’t decide you’re useless and toss you out on your highly toned ass. That would be their call.” She arranged her features into a polite, civilized veneer and then straightened up to her full height. “Are we clear?”
“Good.” Maggie dusted off her hands. “I’ll give you a couple days to mull it over. If you decide to move forward with the purchase of my shares, two weeks should be sufficient time to arrange a loan from the bank.”
“Two weeks,” Brett choked out.
“Yup,” Maggie said over her shoulder as she headed toward the door. “Better get cracking.” Her hand closed over the brass doorknob. It was odd to think that after all these years, she would never walk through these offices again. “Oh, wait.” She turned and went back to the desk. “I’m taking this,” she said, scooping up the sculpture and shoving it into her purse. “A souvenir.”
Then she left with her head high. Too bad Mom and Dad couldn’t have seen me in action, she thought. They would’ve been so proud.
Supporting her weight against the boat’s rail, Maggie tilted her head back and shut her eyes, enjoying the late-afternoon sun. She could feel the thrum of the ferry’s engine vibrating through the deck below her feet. The breeze off the Pacific Ocean was brisk, stinging her cheeks and making her snuggle deeper into her sweater. She was grateful for her hat. It was cold almost to the point of discomfort, but still she didn’t go in. Yes, the passenger lounge, with its thick, salt-splashed windows, was heated. But too many people were in there, families and couples laughing and living life, huddled next to the old radiators.
She took a deep breath, filling her body to the very brim, then exhaled and opened her eyes. It was better out here. The view from the top deck was glorious. The deep, green-gray water rushing past the bow of the boat, leaving a frill of white in its wake; the birds spiraling higher and higher, then swooping down again; the purple-blue, shadowy shapes of islands beyond islands; and the sun partway through its downward arch toward the horizon.
“I’m glad I left,” she said out loud, tossing the words onto the wind. Trying to rally the confidence with which she had stormed out of Brett’s office yesterday afternoon, but her throat suddenly felt constricted. “That spoiled trust-fund rich bitch Kristal can have him. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say, because I really don’t care.” And then, inexplicably, her eyes filled with tears and overflowed. It must have been the cold wind, or the sun sparkling too brightly off the water—whatever it was, it was too much to bear. And she had to sit down and give way to the overwhelming sensation, sobs coming hard and fast, ripping through her body.
Luke Benson slid the last batch of bread dough into the retarder-proofer to rise overnight. Some bakers swore that one should proof dough for one and a half to two hours, but Luke preferred the flavor and consistency that occurred with a long, slow rise.
He straightened and rolled his shoulders to release the slight tension that had accumulated there. He glanced out the window. The trail along the bay beckoned. The sun had already disappeared behind the mountainous peak of the neighboring island. Streaks of orange and gold with traces of purple slashed across the sky. He was grateful for the lengthening days that March had brought. It would be forty-five minutes to an hour before darkness descended on his Pacific Northwest paradise, and he felt restless. Years of intense physical training will do that, he thought. Like a damn gerbil in need of a wheel, my body’s desperately craving some kind of physical release.
Since he’d sworn off women after his last train wreck of a relationship detonated in his face a year and a half ago, a hard run would have to suffice.
He grabbed his sweater, slipped it over his head, and exited through the back door. His wolfhound, Samson, was close on his heels.
Rather than go down to the beach, Luke turned right out of the door and took the path that ran along the bluff. It would make for a smoother run. Especially given the dimming light.
He did a couple of stretches, then started at a slow jog, gradually building speed. The old injury in his leg complained violently, but as usual, he ignored it. He knew from experience that it was better to move than to not. For the first five minutes, there was always resistance. It would give way to the pleasure of the run, and he would enjoy the feeling of his lungs expanding. He picked up the pace, the sound of his sneakers making contact with the packed dirt of the trail accelerating, air rushing past him. He could feel his heart pounding, blood surging through his body, his arms and legs slicing through space. Samson galloped ahead, both on and off the trail, coming back to check in and then disappearing again, following some scent or another.
Sometimes they would arrive back at the cottage together. Other times they’d go their separate ways, and Samson would arrive at the door much later, muddy, happy, and uninterested in dinner.
Darkness was starting to settle around Luke, but his body had fallen into a familiar rhythm now, and he was reluctant to turn back. So he kept running. And as he did, his mind drifted past thoughts of the physical exertion to the ferry ride home that afternoon and the woman weeping on the outside upper deck. He didn’t know her. She must have been one of the multitudes of tourists that descended on the island.
It was odd that he’d had the urge to go to her, offer comfort.
He hadn’t. That would have been weird. Clearly, she had gone up there to be by herself.
He’d stayed in his truck. Trying to fix the world was not part of his job description anymore. It was a waste of time. Most things were unfixable. He had sat there on his worn leather seats, Samson beside him, the dog’s large body sprawled across the width of the front seat, his shoulders and shaggy gray head warm and heavy on Luke’s lap.
Luke stumbled over an exposed tree root and lurched forward, causing crippling pain to shoot through his left quadriceps. He managed to catch his balance.
He shook his head. Tripping was unlike him. Usually he was hyperaware of his surroundings. That was the problem with regrets and the past. If one dwelled on them, they could devour the present. A waste of time. Let it go. Be in the present.
Again, Luke was back in his body, aware of his breath and his limbs moving. Thankfully, the strain and burn from the old wound, where the bullet had entered his left thigh and exited again, was easing. This allowed him to focus again on the thump of his sneakers pounding on the path.
But within a few minutes, his mind had veered back to the same woman. I should have gone and offered help, he thought. Solace. No one should have to weep with that intensity alone.
By the time he reached the Point, it was difficult to see. Night had fallen. Fog was rolling in, turning the trees and the Olympic mountain range beyond the bay into blurry charcoal ghosts, silhouettes against the sky. Luke glanced up. Soon, even the moon and stars would be obliterated.
Although he was still heated from running, he could tell that the temperature had dropped considerably. His breath was turning into puffs of condensation as it left his mouth.
“Think we’d best take the road back,” he said to Samson. “No cliff to accidentally plummet off.”
It had seemed like a good idea to stop in the little town and pick up a few supplies. Then, once Maggie arrived at the rental cottage, Rosemary & Time, she could tuck in and wouldn’t have to venture out until after Eve arrived in the morning.
Eve loved vacationing along the Washington Coast. Adored Solace Island and had stayed at Rosemary & Time many times. “It’s magical, Maggs. Just what you need to soothe your aching heart and soul.”
Which Maggie had thought was overpoeticizing the situation. “I’m not sad, Eve,” she had said. “There is no aching going on. I’m angry. There is an enormous difference.”
“Ah . . .” Eve had said.
Like her big sister knew better. Which made Maggie angrier.
However, after her embarrassing meltdown on the ferry, she had to admit that perhaps her sister was right.
It was interesting, actually, because the minute Maggie had driven her car off the ferry and onto the road that led away from the small town of Westford and Westford Harbor, she’d felt something lighten in her chest. The lightness grew as she followed the winding road past craggy mountains, lush valleys, and thick wooded areas.
When she had arrived in the small, picturesque town of Comfort and purchased groceries, she found she was reluctant to leave. The idea of being in an empty, unfamiliar cottage, alone with her thoughts, was more than a little daunting.
One thing had led to another. She enjoyed a delicious organic latte at Solace Given, which was full of warmth and baked goods and chatter. She nursed her drink for as long as she could, savoring the warmth of the mug in her hand, the creamy, spicy goodness as it trickled down her throat, warming her inside and out. When she had drunk the last drop, she went out onto the street and wandered through cute little shops full of whimsy and handcrafted goods.
In hindsight, Maggie realized there’d been flaws in her hanging-out-in-town plan. Who knew it would get so dark while she ambled up and down the aisles, plopping groceries into her cart? Now she was careening down a bumpy dirt road, praying she wouldn’t get a flat tire or end up in a ditch.
She was out in the middle of nowhere alone.
She hadn’t thought to purchase a flashlight or matches and emergency candles. She wished she had. It was kind of spooky. She hadn’t realized just how dense, dark, and looming the forest was. Eve was nuts, vacationing out here. They could die or be carried off by a bear, and it would be years before anyone found their bleached bones.
If only she had located the cottage in daylight, then she wouldn’t have had to deal with not knowing where she was going. Her night vision had never been the best, but out here in the boondocks, it seemed to be practically nonexistent.
Apparently, the good folks of Solace Island didn’t believe in the modern magic of streetlights. Sure, the main town of Comfort had a couple scattered around, but out here? Zilch.
Maggie had also never realized quite how dark the night could get. It certainly never got this pitch black in Phoenix, and the stupid thick fog that had rolled in only exacerbated her vision challenges.
Thank heaven for GPS.
She glanced down at the dashboard of her rental car, and her heart sank.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she muttered.
Yes, the GPS screen was still lit up, but between the last time she had glanced at it and now, it had stopped functioning. It showed a lazy blue arrow sailing in the middle of nothingness. There was the outline of where the land ended. Apparently, the ocean was somewhere to her left, but there were no roads showing up on the GPS. No markings. Nothing.
Really, it was ridiculous for her to feel so surprised. The way things had been unfolding for her in the last few weeks, of course her GPS would malfunction right when she needed it most.
“GPS . . . fiancé . . . what’s next?”
She blew out a puff of air. Tried to make her hands not grip the steering wheel so hard.
“No big deal,” she said. “I just need to find a place to turn off. I can plug the address into my cell phone. Problem solved.”
She drove farther.
There was no turnoff.
“No worries,” she said, sounding extra loud and overly cheerful even to herself. But she had to do something to counterbalance the slight panic that was beginning to bubble up within her. “Ho hum . . . a little fog. It’s dark, and you don’t know where you’re going. So what? What do you care that there are thick woods all around you and maybe bears and mountain lions? Hungry mountain lions . . .” This sort of talk was not helping.
“Stop . . . right . . . now,” she told herself firmly. “You’re a grown woman of twenty-seven, not a frightened five-year-old. So you don’t know where you’re going, and there’s a slight glitch with the GPS. So what? You could have been in a crash. Your car could have caught on fire. There are a million things worse than this minuscule problem.”
The fog shifted, and for a second Maggie could make out a driveway up ahead on the left before it was swallowed by the mist again, but she had seen it. It was there: a place to pull over. Slowly, she drove forward, trying to peer through the darkness and fog, her body hunched over the steering wheel. Ah! There it was! She eased her rental car into the driveway and turned the engine off and her emergency lights on. She got her cell phone out of her purse and hit the power switch.
The signal-strength bars were nonexistent; however, the phone was searching.
“Come on,” she said, giving the phone an encouraging jiggle.
The jiggle seemed to help. The “searching” disappeared. Unfortunately, the tiny, depressing words “no service” arrived in its stead.
She sat there for a few moments while the reality of her circumstances set in. She ran several scenarios through her head. She shouldn’t continue on in the same direction. The fog made driving conditions dangerous and house numbers hard to read, and she wasn’t sure she was still headed in the right direction. Walking would be a mistake, as visibility was an issue. She might get hit by a car. Then there was the small matter of wildlife roaming about, looking for dinner.
Maggie quickly realized that her best option was to stay put. She would wait for the fog to lift, and then she could be on her way.
She didn’t know how long she’d be stranded. However, she had seen a wilderness survival show on TV once. The host had stressed that if one found oneself stranded out in the wild, one must find a way to maintain one’s body heat. Otherwise, hypothermia could set in. The handsome host, with gleaming white teeth, had shown how to make a bed of leaves and branches. Ha! Maggie could do better than that. Granted, it was a bit chilly, but there was no need for her to roll around in dead leaves and muck. She had a trunk full of resources!
She got out, opened her trunk, and rummaged around in her suitcase until her hands landed on a few items that seemed to have a little bulk and warmth. She grabbed them and walked speedily—okay, she ran—back and hopped into her car, slamming the door behind her. She locked the doors. Yes, there didn’t appear to be any signs of a living being for miles, but one couldn’t be too prudent.
Then she carefully wound the articles of clothing around and around her, paying special attention to her head. She had once heard that a lot of heat escaped through the top of one’s head.
Yes, it was a little scary being stranded in the wilderness, but Maggie felt good, too. Like an adventurer. A problem solver. A woman in control.
“Great,” Luke growled, glaring at the abandoned car blocking his driveway, its red emergency lights flashing. “There’s a perfectly good turnout twenty yards down the road, but this idiot decides to abandon his car here.”
Samson approached the car, smelled something near the back, then batted the trunk with his enormous paw before following the scent around to the driver’s side of the car. There, the dog sniffed some more and let out a loud, sharp woof.
There was a shriek from the car. A head with some sort of strange headdress appeared at the window, face drained of all color, eyes wide, mouth a round O. He caught only a flash, and then there was another shriek and the head disappeared. The car rocked slightly from some sort of vigorous movement inside. From the high pitch of the shriek, Luke was able to ascertain that the owner of the oddly garbed head was definitely female.
Maggie lay as flat as she could on the floor of the car. It was an impossible task, because the gearshift was poking into her ribs. When she had been rummaging for clothes in the trunk, she should have thrown the groceries far away from the car. The smell of the food must have attracted the bear.
“Please go away. Please go away,” she prayed.
Now the bear was banging on the door! Oh dear . . . oh dear. It wasn’t going to go away. Wait! Maggie had an idea. The creature must be hungry: better it feast on her groceries than on her. She pushed off the center console—her ribs thanked her—and, keeping low, she fumbled under the dashboard until she felt the trunk-release button. Ahh . . . She could hear the trunk fly open.
The bear had said whaaa?! That didn’t make sense. Bears don’t talk.
She must have seen incorrectly. It was a person, not a bear! A person who could help.
Maggie slowly rose and peeked out the window. A tall, fierce warrior of a man was standing outside her car. He looked grouchy as hell. Strong, too, like he could snap a person’s neck with his bare hands. But the weird thing was, Maggie instantly knew deep down to her core that she was safe with this man. Felt as if he were a trusted friend she’d known in a previous life. She didn’t know why she had that feeling, but it didn’t matter. She was safe. She was no longer alone. She wasn’t going to be eaten by a bear, because if anyone could beat off a wild bear, it was this man.
The car door burst open, and a woman tumbled out. Recognition flashed through him. It was the woman who had been weeping on the ferry. Although she had changed her outfit and was wearing a most peculiar ensemble. What he had thought was a headdress appeared, on closer inspection, to be a flannel pajama top with a sock-monkey print. One sleeve was loose and flopping around her face. She was also wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe and a pair of red woolen long johns that were wrapped several times around her neck and shoulders.
“Oh, thank goodness!” She seemed excited, talking fast and loud, but underneath was a lazy trace of silk and whiskey in her voice that his body apparently found arousing. “You have no idea how relieved I am to see you.”
What are you doing? he chastised his stirring nether regions. The poor woman is clearly unhinged. Weeping violently, and now this? She needs your compassion, not an erection.
“I thought you were a bear!” she continued, oblivious to the battle he was waging below the belt. “A bear. Can you imagine?” She was waving her arms around like a bird trying to take flight. “That’s why I opened the trunk. I have groceries, you see, and—”
Samson chose this opportunity to amble around the car and rise onto his hindquarters to nudge her face with his wet nose.
She emitted a squawk that would raise the dead. “AAAAHHH! Bear! B-b-b-bear!”
The next thing Luke knew, she had catapulted into the air, as though shot out of a cannon, and landed in his arms. Clinging to him for dear life, her body nestled against his chest as if she belonged there. Even through her layers of apparel, he found himself aware of the soft, womanly curves hidden beneath all the fabric.
She smelled good, a mix of tea, fresh-cut grass, and honeysuckle. His cock went from partially to fully erect. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Ma’am,” he growled, his tone sharper than was called for. “Ma’am. I’m going to ask you to climb down.”
“There’s a bear,” she whimpered, her face turned toward his chest, her eyes squeezed shut.
“That’s not a bear. It’s a dog.” Her added weight was causing his thigh to ache rather badly.
“It’s not a dog!” Her voice was getting shriller. “It’s too big for a dog!”
“Ma’am, there are no bears on Solace.”
“What?” She looked up at him, and even in the dark, he could see moisture clinging to her lashes.
He gentled his voice. “It’s my dog. Samson.”
Samson looked up at Luke and cocked his head.
“Lie down, boy.”
The large wolfhound lowered himself to the ground with a soft groan.
“Ma’am. If you could open your eyes.”
She peeked over his arm.
“See? It’s a dog. He’s lying down. He won’t hurt you.”
“He’s so enormous,” she said, her arms still wrapped tight around his neck.
It felt nice to hold her. Felt right somehow. He hadn’t realized, until that very moment, how much he had missed human touch.
However, his thigh was throbbing quite violently, and if he didn’t put her down soon, they would both crash to the ground.
“Yes, now, if you could just get down. Please?” It wasn’t so dark that he missed the stain of color that raced across her face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said, scrambling out of his arms. “Thank you for your . . . um . . . forbearance. I didn’t mean to . . .” She took a deep breath and let it out. “Hi,” she said, sticking out her hand. “I’m Mag—”
It was then that apparently she noticed the pink arm of her bathrobe. Her horrified gaze traveled up her arm to the red long johns wrapped around her shoulders. Her hand shot up to her head. “Oh no,” she moaned, ripping the pajama top from her head. “Ha ha . . .” She laughed nervously. “How embarrassing!”
But Luke didn’t, couldn’t reassure her. The unexpected sight of her glorious, thick waves of auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders had momentarily decimated his verbal capabilities.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Romance novels aren’t my thing, but this book had good reviews when it became available so I decided to read it. I found it a bit predictable. Also it was a little crude for my taste, along with way too much descriptive passion. But maybe that’s what romance novels are like. Since I don’t usually read them, I’m probably not a good judge.
New author for me, and really enjoyed her. Great story, great characters, with some laugh out loud moments . Looking forward to Eve's story!
If you’re a fan of romantic suspense, you will love Solace Island. Meg Tilly is a phenomenal storyteller; with loads of energy, emotion and a side of wit, she weaves together her books. This one you will not want to put down! This is the first in the series and a wild ride. I highly recommend!
Solace Island is my new obsession, well written fast passed. this fuels my passion for one day living in the pacific nw .
Loved this, perfect amount of suspense, humor and romance! Cannot wait to read more from this author.
While I suspected who might be behind all the murder attempts I still couldn't put this down. Maggie was such a believable character. Luke Benson is my newest book boyfriend, alpha but with enough sense on when to tone it down. Great book and I will be reading the next one.
I picked up Cliff’s Edge and thought I better read the first book of the series, Solace Island. Wow! I’m so glad I did. This may be considered a contemporary romance novel, but it can also fit into the mystery genre. Once I started it, I couldn’t put it down. There’s touches of humor, family, a very sexy hero and suspense. And the plot twist....I really didn’t see the ending playing out the way it did. Well done Meg Tilly. You have me hooked and can’t wait to start Cliff’s Edge.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading "Solace Island." I love Meg Tilley as an actor and was curious how she would be as a writer. I'm not disappointed! Romance and mystery are my favorite types of books so this was a perfect combination. I'm looking forward to the next book.
Couldn't put it down. Read it in one day. It just flows.
Maggie Harris joins her sister Eve for a three week vacation on Solace Island, trying to forget her ex-fiance that dumped her the night before the wedding. On Solace Island Maggie and Eve settle in nicely and both women start to relax and put their regular lives behind them. Maggie meets Luke, a sexy neighbor that helps her move on. Unfortunately, her past is more complicated than she thought. When she tries to sell her shares in the business that she and her ex built together, he constantly calls and threatens her. After almost being run over, Maggie is forced to move and must learn that her neighbor Luke is more than he seems. I enjoyed this book. I am not a big fan of romances so, I almost skipped reading this book. The suspense of the story held my interest and I found I needed to read the entire book to the end. I liked the characters and enjoyed how they became closer throughout the book.
I couldn't put the book down. It was the right amount of suspense and romance.
I don't read romance, but I love Meg Tilly. The story is well-written and the thriller part is good. I'm just not into descriptive sex. Why we can't imagine it ourselves is beyond me. I probably won't read the second book about Eve, her sister. If MS Tilly ever writes a thriller with romance as a sub-plot, I would probably purchase it.
I thought it was a quick, easy read. I thought the ex-fiance was a creep, so she was well rid of him. Solace Island sounds like a lovely spot to recuperate. And I, for one, would love to read another book in this series.
Review: SOLACE ISLAND by Meg Tilly Publication Date: November 6, 2018 Genre: Romantic Suspense Reviewed by: Reading in Pajamas/ Donna Rated: 4.5 Stars I truly enjoyed this book. It was a lovely blend of a contemporary romance and romantic suspense, set in a place I want to now live. Maggie and her sister are a hoot and their relationship pulled me in immediately. Granted I was a little disappointed with Maggie’s oblivious attitude when her troubles began, some of her actions were out of character with the situation. Other than that, I loved her. I liked that Luke’s wounded soul didn’t bog him down or the story. It was a part of him that filled out his character and gave him the depth to grab onto the reader. The two of them fit together and made a nice sexy romance. Now I just need to wait for book 2 in the series. *Review copy provided by Penguin in exchange for an honest review. ~*~*~*~
Solace Island by Meg Tilly is the first book in her new Solace Island series. We meet our heroine, Maggie Harris immediately, as she is trying to recover from being dumped at the alter by her fiancée. Maggie decides to join her sister on a getaway trip to Solace Island, but not before she tells her ex she plans on selling the business, and if he wants his minority share, he has to buy her out. Of course, she knows he doesn’t have the money, but revenge is sweet. Luke Benson, our hero, is a baker by trade on the island. Few people know that Luke once owned a successful security business, which he sold to his brother a few years earlier, also because of a broken relationship. Luke loves his peaceful carefree life on Solace Island, and has no intention of becoming involved with a woman; until he meets Maggie. Maggie at first is a bit harsh with Luke, but in a short time their romance will blossom into a hot, sexy relationship. However, both have their past issues, causing them be friends with benefits. Eve wants to move to Solace Island permanently, and tries her best to convince Maggie to leave her past behind and open a café, as both love to cook and bake. This was a sweet cute romance that was slow to build, with Luke helping the sisters introducing themselves and their products to the townsfolk. About more than half way through, someone tries to kill Maggie; forcing Luke to reconnect with his security friends in trying to find out who is behind the attempts on Maggie and to save her life. What follows is an exciting and suspenseful adventure as Maggie finds herself in a number of dangerous situations. I will say that I was surprised at the culprit, but also thought the reveal was a bit rushed. Overall, I enjoyed Solace Island, which was a fun and quick read, as well as having a great couple, wonderful secondary characters, and sweet romance, with some mystery closer to the end. Very nice start for Meg Tilly.
Solace Island is where Maggie and Luke go to get over their broken hearts in this cute romance. Maggie is unceremoniously dumped by her fiance of five years the night of her bachelorette party. She gives him two weeks to buy her out of their business and leaves town. Maggie goes to Solace Island, off the Washington Coast, with her older sister, Eve. There she meets the enigmatic Luke, who also has his a broken romance in his past. Solace Island is a good romance with a bit of a mystery. I recommend it to romance fans. However, the mystery seemed like an afterthought so I can’t recommend it to mystery fans. 3 stars. Thanks to the publisher, Berkley, and NetGalley for an advance copy.
A slow blossoming romance with added suspense… This is the first book in the Solace Island series that can be read as a stand-alone. On vacation in the Pacific Northwest with her sister Eve, Maggie Harris is trying to piece her life back together after being jilted by her fiancé on the eve of their wedding. To complicate matters they were partners in business, a partnership that now has to be dissolved after five years of an engagement, five years wasted on a cheating narcissist that she should have seen through. Her pride has taken a beating. Solace Island provides the beauty and peace for one to heal and perhaps relocate to if her sister gets her way. The island has an interesting resident, one very sexy bread baker that Maggie doesn’t know what to do about considering the mess her emotions are and the trust issues she now has. Retired owner of a lucrative security firm, after a serious injury to his leg that still pains him and a situation that destroyed his confidence in his professional instincts, the very wealthy Luke Benson now bakes bread on Solace Island with a wolfhound for a companion. One night a bit of a flaky newcomer intrudes on his solitude and he can’t help but keep thinking about the gorgeous woman who he soon meets at the Saturday market. He’s known betrayal in love and understands what Maggie is going through. When someone tries to run her down with a car he goes into caveman protective mode. Luke thought his past in the security field had come back to haunt him but it’s soon learned that Maggie is the intended target. Who would want to hurt Maggie is the mystery to be solved that heats up in the second half of this book. The suspense is slow to gain traction but jumps out of the pages when it does and there are some seriously twisted surprises. You think you know someone but you really don’t know what anyone is truly capable of given the right motivations. You think you should have seen it coming but you didn’t and that is sometimes more devastating to one’s psyche than the betrayal. The relationship between the main protagonists blossomed slowly. Theirs was a cute, sweet, romance with amusing banter, two people burned in the past had an undeniable chemistry they weren’t quite sure what to do with at times. The heroine was a bit naive but she’s smart and quick thinking when the need arises, she’s tough when angry or in trouble. The hero had his hands full keeping her safe with the help of trusted friends. This was a good debut novel, a humorous read with likable characters. I look forward to the sister’s story. An advanced reading copy was obtained from the publisher’s First to Read program.
Maggie Harris is going to Solace Island for a three week vacation with her sister Eve. Maggie needs this break big time. She has just been jilted the night before her wedding by her long time fiance. What a mess! He is also her business partner and doesn't want to buy out her interest in the business. He doesn't have the money to and can't get a loan. Too bad! If he doesn't buy her out Maggie will sell to Pondstone Inc., a business that has been interested in buying the company. She will worry more about all that after she finds her way to the cottage she and Eve rented. The fog on Solace Island turns so thick after Maggie arrives on the ferry that she soon becomes lost. Along comes island resident Luke Benson and his wolfhound Samson to save the day and give Maggie directions. Turns out that Luke is not only a hot sexy hunk but he is also a neighbor. And a former security guru. That just might come in handy. Maggie is going to need his help after almost getting run over by a speeding car. Luke is suspicious. Are Luke's suspicions warrented? Read this story to find out. Solace Island is the first book in author Meg Tilly's Solacce Island Series. She grabs the reader's attention from the very beginning and her fast-paced plot will keep readers eagerly turning pages until the very end. Her storyline runs smoothly and her ability to paint her characters realistically adds much to this book. I loved her descriptions and introduction to what sounds like a truly beautiful island in the Pacific Northwest. I totally enjoyed the thrills and suspense in this story as well as the relationship development between Maggie and Luke. I am looking forward to more stories in this series.
In Solace Island Ms. Tilly brings us a perfectly concocted romantic suspense story that not only warms the heart, but also thrills too! I thoroughly enjoyed this one, from the very first page I was pulled in, and transported to the picturesque private little island, and into the lives of it's charismatic residents. It's an evenly paced story line, that comes with some intriguing drama, witty humor, knee weakening romance, and of course an suspenseful element that keeps things engaging. This beautifully crafted tale is one that should not be missed, within it's pages lies a unforgettable literary journey that will leave you aching for more! Highly recommend!! I received an advanced copy of this title from the publisher, and I am voluntarily leaving my honest opinion.
Billed as a "contemporary novel with a strong suspense element," I must first and foremost warn those who, like me, aren't into "bodice-rippers" that this book is littered with the stuff. "He was envious of the strands of [her] hair for their right to caress her face at will," is a mild example; most of the rest is far, far more graphic. The suspense part didn't rear its much-anticipated head until the 50% mark (and boy, was I ever happy to see it). Suffice it to say, then, that had I not received an advance copy for review (which I'd requested because the author is an award-winning actress I admire), it's likely that I'd have called it quits early on. But I didn't; and given the excellent writing and almost edge-of-seat action (once it got going), I must say that overall, this is a very good book with which anyone who loves romance combined with suspense should be absolutely delighted (put another way, just because the romance genre isn't my cup of tea doesn't mean it isn't well done). It begins with 27-year-old Maggie Harris getting dumped by her five-year fiance the day before the wedding. As they've been running a successful business together, Maggie insists that he buy her out or else she'll sell her interest to someone else. To get some much-needed "me" time, Maggie agrees to her sister Eve's proposition to take a three-week getaway on Solace Island off the Washington coast. On the ferry trip to the island, a distraught Maggie is noticed by hunky Luke Benson, a baker who lives on the island and sells his popular breads at the weekly market. When Maggie gets lost trying to find their rental cottage in the dark, she once again encounters Luke - a meeting that, as readers might suspect, arouses Luke's prurient interest in getting to know her better. Also as readers might suspect, there's many a slip between the cup and Maggie's lips; when Luke fails to show up for a "thank you" dinner at Maggie and Eve's place, the sisters are, well, not happy. Because they've decided to try selling Maggie's sweet treats at the market but are thwarted by the local rules and regulations, they ask Luke for help with getting their feet in the door. Wanting to spend more time with Maggie, Luke agrees. As mentioned above, at about the half-way mark, the plot thickens as Maggie is nearly run down by a car. In fact, it's likely she'd have been killed on the spot without a last-second shove by Luke (which in turn brings into question who he really is and what he's doing on the island besides baking). His background comes to the forefront even more when, for their safety, Maggie and Eve move into his high-tech, spectacular home on the island. By now, Maggie has pretty much decided that she shares Luke's lust, but given what she doesn't know about him, can she trust him? Of course, readers learn the answer to that question as the story - and more attempts on Maggie's life - play out. Everything leads to an exciting finish, part of which I expected and part I missed by a country mile. My conclusion? Except for the focus on body parts and innovative ways they can be utilized, this really is a riveting book.
Dumped by Her Fiance, Maggie Finds a New Life Maggie is preparing to marry Brett, her business partner. The wedding day is set and Maggie is out partying with her girl friends when Brett calls and breaks the engagement. Shocked and hurt, Maggie gets her revenge by forcing Brett to buy her out or she’ll sell to a competitor. Maggie thinks she can hang out in the city and recover, but her sister Eve has a better idea. Solace Island is an excellent place to recover. The Rosemary and Time cottage is perfect. Maggie does feel more relaxed. Meeting her neighbor, Luke Benson, makes the island even more attractive. Life is looking up when Maggie experiences an accident that could have killed her. Even with Luke trying to keep her safe, things are frightening. But it’s unclear why someone is after her. This book starts out as a typical romance: jilted girl meets hunky guy and they begin to get it together. However, about half way through the book the suspense builds. I didn’t care for the early part of the novel. There were amusing moments, but it was too stereotypical boy meets girl. The second half of the novel moved faster and the mystery of who was targeting Maggie got more interesting. I recommend this only if you like suspense heavily laced with romance. I received this book from Net Galley for this review.
This was a fun sisters story/romance/suspense tale. When Maggie is dumped at the altar Eve makes sure she takes time off and meets her at her vacation rental on Solace Island. So, we have fun sister stuff as big sister tries to set little sister up with a hot date. Both sisters are trying to figure out what direction to take in their lives. Maggie is also dealing with a skanky ex-fiancé who is her business partner and wants to continue business as usual. Suspicious things start to occur when she decides to sell her portion of the business. The "grouchy" baker down the road provides romance, friendship, and some very useful skills from a previous career. I enjoyed the story quite a bit and hope for more Solace island books.