RELEASE DAY BLITZ: The Other P Word by MK Schiller

The Other P Word

MK Schiller

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

The Other P-Word blurb 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: 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. 

In Other Words – The Series

There are some words that a woman must overcome to find her own happiness. For the women of the In Other Words series, each girl has to struggle through the obstacles of her scary word to accept the love of the hot, handsome man that awaits her. Every woman deserves to be loved for who she is, but will these girls be able to get over their fears to accept the commitment of forever so they can have a life of passion and belonging? 

Join Marley, Emmie, Stevie and Billie, as they tackle their words, and find out with the help of a supportive family, some awesome tunes, and plenty of humour, a woman can do just about anything!  So pull up a chair, enjoy some dessert with us and let’s start dishing!

Teaser 1

He set the drink in front of me and poured one for himself. “Did you come to see me?”

“Sort of.”

“Are you going to tell me you just happened to be in the neighborhood?”

“Would you believe I got on the wrong bus?”

“Sometimes you can get on the wrong bus and still manage to get off at the right stop.”

Teaser 2

A partial groan…almost a growl halted me.

“Howdy neighbor,” he said.

“What the hell, Evan. You can’t just barge in on me.”

He grinned, kicking the door so it opened all the way. “Your door was ajar.”

I stomped over to him. “It’s not a jar. It’s a door.”

“Funny. What are you? Six years old?”

“Sometimes. I can’t believe you spied on my slutty dance.”

“Did you do that at the club the other night?”

“No. I only do it in private.”

“That’s good because your private dance is liable to cause a lot of public hard-ons.”

“You’re pretty gross.”

“And you’re pretty.”

“Pretty what?”

“Just pretty.”

Teaser 3

I cleared my throat. “My turn - what’s the craziest sexual thing you’ve ever done?”

            He chuckled softly, probably recounting the event. “I let a girl drive my bike and then I made her come.”

            “That’s not crazy.”

            “While she was driving it.”

            My mouth gaped. “That’s so dangerous.”

            He shrugged. “We had our helmets on.”

Teaser 4

            “You planning on coming in or you just gonna keep undressing me with your eyes?”

            I shook my head and cleared my throat. “In all fairness, you’re not wearing much to begin with.”

            He leaned toward me, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why the hell is it taking you so damn long?”

Teaser 5 (naughty)

            I couldn’t finish because he started then. He stroked me with that tongue and every time I got used to a movement, he changed it up, causing me to cry out again. He held onto my legs, keeping them spread. I fell back on the bed, falling, falling, falling apart. He hooked each of my legs over his shoulder and sat up, lifting the lower half of my body with this. I watched him eating me out like he was hungry for me…starving. And I don’t know if he meant it to be instruction, but it sure the hell was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His thumb gently pressed on my clit and he inserted another finger, while his tongue still thrust inside me.

            He peered at me, his eyes blazing.

            Evan may have been part porn star and part rock star, but in that moment, a new nickname surfaced above all others. Evan David Wright was….The Pussy Whisperer.

I am a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. I have a full time life and two busy teenagers, but in the dark of night, I sit by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!

I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me 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.

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