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The Other P-Word
Suffering from a dark past, he lives his life with passion but no purpose. She planned everything…except him.
Billie Price has always had a plan for her life. On the surface, it all appears on track. But there has always been something missing. Even though she has a purpose, there is no passion to fuel it. Then she meets a mysterious stranger with a dark past. Except Evan Wright is all kinds of wrong—the tattoo-clad, guitar-strumming, Harley-riding modern day drifter is definitely not the right man for her. Yet she finds herself drawn to him and The Lost Souls’ Club—the eclectic bar where he works. As all her carefully strung plans unravel, Evan is there to comfort her. As their attraction grows, Billie can’t resist the temptation, even though Evan will leave in the fall. At least they have all summer together, not to mention the man knows how to narrate the perfect sex scene for the book she’s writing. But as she crashes into Evan’s world, Billie has to ask herself—can passion prevail when there is no purpose?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex. Warning—this book contains one raunchy tattoo-clad musician who can rock his tongue as well as a guitar!
Publisher Note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone novel, as can any of the books in the In Other Words Series.
He lay over me, using his elbows to prop himself up. I leaned up to kiss him, but he backed away. The first time, I thought it was cute he was teasing me, but by the third time I was pissed.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I’m waiting for you.”
“To do what, exactly?”
I blinked, trying to figure out if he was serious. Hard to tell with the smirk on face. “You’re kidding.”
“Do you want to write a sex scene or fuck me?”
He licked his bottom lip. “Then do both.”
I took a deep breath and placed his hand on the top button of my shirt. “He slowly unbuttoned her shirtwaist, revealing her skin with each flick of his finger.”
Evan began doing exactly what I said. “Correction, her creamy, silky skin that tasted like honey.”
“Damn…you’re really good at this.”
He shrugged, concentrating on my buttons. After a second he continued our dialogue, “He fumbled with the stupid-ass buttons because they were so tiny.”
“It’s a technical term,” he grumbled.
“His clumsiness was odd because his hands typically had incredible dexterity and skill.”
“Just a sign of how much he wanted her. Fuck it, he said, ripping the shirt.” Evan looked at me hopefully.
“The idea of his hands on her naked flesh outweighed any affection she had toward the garment.”
Before I could register the sound, buttons were flying in every direction and his mouth was tasting the honey of my skin…his words, not mine.
“He bit into the lacy material of her brassiere, pulling it away to reveal her breasts,” I said.
He gave me a peculiar look when I said brassiere, but he started doing it before I even finished the sentence. “Her perfect breasts,” he whispered, his voice smoky.
My nipples hardened against the caress of his warm breath.
“They weren’t perfect.”
“They were to him. He loved the way she moaned when he did this,” Evan said, flicking his tongue across one nipple and his thumb over the other.
I arched my back, suddenly incapable of speech, running my fingers through his hair. “She ran her hands through his hair, pulling it rougher than she had intended.”
“She had no need to worry. He’d never complain, except to ask for more.”
“He worked his way down her body, his mouth kissing, licking and even gently biting her along his path.” I propped myself on my elbows and watched him do what I said. And it occurred to me that I might be able to voice what I wanted in this almost anonymous third person sort of way. Maybe that was part of Evan’s plan too. “He pulled off her jeans in one swift swift movement.”
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A word from the author...
I love all kinds of books from presidential autobiographies to zombie comic books, but my go-to story is the love story. It’s what I one-click most of the time and my chosen genre as an author. I’m proud to say I write romance books and they all include sex scenes. I’ve read books that close the door and don’t get me wrong, they are very well done, but when I write I want the reader to experience everything along with the characters. The sex is meant to move the journey between the hero and heroine, not take the reader from the story. With that being said, it’s not that easy to write. In fact, despite the title of my first book, The Other C-Word, it was difficult getting these scenes to flow on paper. My astute editor actually accused me of being that other C-word…coy. I used words like apex, dripping sex, and erection to describe parts. I did stray away from manhood, tall soldier and blossoming flower though (although I think a first draft had one of these descriptors…cringe).
The first romances I read included the more poetic slang, but these days the euphemisms are comical. When I stumble upon one of them, it pulls me out of the scene. And if there is one scene I really desire to be vested in, it is the love scene.
The truth is, sex scenes should be fantastical and original. At least for me, they have to meet that criteria. I want the escape and adventure components. But they also have a sense of realism and tenderness, which draws you to the characters. There is nothing sweeter than when the hero caresses the heroine’s cheeks (both sets), or that touching forehead kiss—I swear it gets me every time. I write with a slant toward the humorous so if I make someone chuckle with the characters not at them, that’s a huge bonus for me.
I try my best to use the normal vernacular. I don’t blush every time I type dick, but sometimes my fingers do hover above the keyboard during an extra-spicy scene. Billie, the main character in The Other P-Word, has similar issues. She is an aspiring romance writer (I know this was a big stretch for me). The problem is her writing—like her life—lacks passion. The solution? Enter, one Evan Wright. Although he is all kinds of wrong for a real relationship, he is the perfect muse. Not to mention, he generously offers to help her pen a steamy scene.
Hope you’ll check out the latest book in The Other Words Series. Each book can be read or you can read the series in order to follow each of the character’s journeys.
About MK Schiller:
MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. By day, she dons a magic cape, calculator (sometimes an abacus), and an assortment of gel pens for her work in the world of finance. But by night, she sits by the warm glow of her computer monitor, and conjures up handsome heart-warming heroes and the vivacious heroines they love.
A wife and mother of two loveable, but angst-ridden teenagers, she enjoys movies, gardening, and travelling. Although she loves to write, she is a reader first and enjoys nothing more than curling up with a good book and some tasty Italian (the food, of course!). She hopes you will enjoy her stories and write to her.
Find out more on her website.
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