MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. She has a full time life and two busy teenagers, but in the dark of night, She sits by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!
She started imagining stories in her head at a very young age. In fact, she got so good at it that friends asked her to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. You’ve heard of fan fiction… this was friend fiction.
I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.
Mk was good enough to take some time out of that busy life and spend a few moments answering some questions.
1. How long does it take you to write a book?
It depends on how much the story is speaking to me. Sometimes they are light whispers and other times they scream. I try to develop the whispers so they turn into screams. Sometimes I can write a book in a fortnight. Other times, it can take months.
2: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I am a reader first. I devour books. Sometimes, I even walk into a book store just for the smell of fresh books and coffee. I swear I’ll bottle that scent one day.
3: What does your family think of your writing?
They are very supportive of it. My daughter is my best beta reader and they are often the first people I bounce my ideas of off.
4: Chocolate or vanilla?
Both, especially if they are combined in some way.
5: What does your writing process look like?
I think of the story and plot first. Then I color in the lines with character traits and subplots. Often the end result is much different than where the plot started.
6. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you to write?
I have a range of favourite authors. Of course, I love romance so EL James, Abbi Glines, and Colleen Hoover are my go to authors. But I also love Sidney Sheldon, Jeffery Archer, and Stephen King. Their writing and creativity always inspire me.
7: Tea or Coffee?
Coffee – black and full of caffeine with unlimited refills please.
8: What are you working on now? What is your next project?
The Other P-Word. The next in The Other Words Series published by Totally Bound.
9: Are you a plotter or a pantster?
I’m a pantster for sure. Most of my stories live in my imagination until I’m ready to put fingers to keyboard.
10: How did you choose the genre you write in?
I believe there is no greater story then a love story. It combines the best parts of the human experience with amazing emotion and anguish.
11: If you only had one word to describe yourself, what would it be and why?
I would say tenacious because despite all the setbacks and distractions, I continue to write and produce.
MK loves hearing from readers so please write to her! You can find out even more about MK at her blog which you can find HERE.
The Other C-Word is book one in the In Other Words series, see the full series listing HERE. In case your wondering the other C word just happens to be commitment and this is a word that the main character Marley has trouble with in more ways that one, in this book.
Excerpt from The Other C-Word
“No, Marley, I made you a promise in the elevator today. Do you remember?”
It seemed like so long ago when he had whispered it, but hell yes, I remembered. Rick moved me towards the rear of the shower and pressed my back against the cold tile there. He kissed my neck then slid his lips down my body, worshiping it as he’d promised to. His lips grazed down every inch, occasionally followed by the heat of his tongue and the gentle nibble of his teeth. The way he licked the water from my body caused a reverberating hum to course through me. When he dipped that tongue into my belly button, I flailed my arms out, needing something to hold onto. Could it get any better? Then he lowered himself and licked my clit.
Yes, it could.
He held me open with his fingers while he caressed my folds with his talented tongue in slow, winding circles. My legs started to shake, and I realized with horror that I might not be upright for long. The things he did to that one part of my body with the one part of his were making every single cell scream out at once. My knees buckled, and I did my best to be careful, because in this position, I could accidentally hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, but even more than that, the thought of him having to stop was unbearable. He must have sensed my weakness, because he grasped my hips, splaying his hands to hold me in place. It helped, but my calves still shook. Oral sex was something I’d always experienced in a horizontal position. I hadn’t expected to have such a corporal reaction as this, but I knew it was so much more than my current position. It was the way Rick penetrated me alternating between slow circles and fast thrusts. He performed the act with passionate abandon as if it was turning him on too. It was like…he was hungry for me.
“I think I’m going to fall,” I cried, barely able to recognize my own voice.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I replied, although his question scared me.
Rick bowed lower on his knees before me. I winced because I didn’t want him to stop. He took my leg and bent it over his shoulder. He did the same to my other leg then straightened, clasping my hips, balancing my weight effortlessly on his shoulders. He moved farther out so that the shower wall was supporting my back while his shoulders held my legs. Rick cupped my bottom, one hand on each check. Then he pushed his tongue into me again, continuing to lunge in and out of my sex more aggressively than before. This couldn’t be happening, could it? This was a position of great acrobatic, athletic skill on his part.
I struggled to grip onto the slippery tiled wall with one hand and the shower door with the other, but my legs felt completely secured, wrapped around his shoulders. He squeezed my bottom gently, as he sucked my clit. Somewhere between my screams and pants, I felt steady enough to let my hands fist through his damp hair and watch him while he gave me pleasure. Rick peered up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, full of lust and desire. I couldn’t see his lips, but I completely felt the smile he formed. I started moaning louder, feeling the trickles of water running down my face, unsure if they were from my own sweat or the shower.
“Let go, baby,” Rick commanded. I immediately felt the vibration of the words as they coursed into me. I climaxed hard and fast, screaming out his name and every curse word in my repertoire. He waited patiently until I was finished and still. Then as gently as possible, he gripped my stomach while removing each of my legs. I still felt unsteady.
Rick stood up, smiling wickedly at me.
“That was…herculean,” I choked out, unable to find a better adjective.
“You have a way with words, Marley. Tell me, did it tickle?”
I started laughing. “I was too busy to notice.”
He leaned in closer to me, kissing my shoulder. “You taste incredible.”
What do you say to that? I said the only appropriate reply to any compliment bestowed upon me.
He chuckled. “What? You don’t believe me? Taste yourself.” He rolled his tongue inside my mouth. It was unexpected, something I would have thought gross, but in this instance, it was extremely…erotic. He tasted like peppermint leaves and something else that I guess was me.
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