With: MK Schiller
Lost Years is a contemporary romance and speculative fiction. It asks the question, what lengths would you go to for the one you loved? Jason experiences vibrant dreams about another life for the past ten years. In them, he lives on an island and is in love with a beautiful girl. The dreams drive him to drink and search for meaning in his sad life. When all hope is lost, he spots a picture of an island…his island.
If the island is real, then the girl has to be too. Right?
So he sets off on a journey to find her. But this dream might just be a nightmare in disguise.
To whet your appetite, here is a sneak peek of Jason and Scarlett’s first meeting (well, outside of a dream).
Tell me, if you could go back in time and space to right a wrong, would you?
I’d never heard it, but it became my new favorite song. Her lips glistened and I licked my own lips. What flavor are you wearing? People did sing along but her voice rang through, with its sassy tone. Was the song, with clear undertones of abuse, was dedicated to someone? My hands fisted. Two other girls sang the next song with her, each taking a stanza and blending their voices, swaying their hips, snapping their fingers in rhythm. She announced it as I feel a sin comin’ on by the Pistol Annies. I’m the sin she’s singing about. She was a thing of miraculous composure, drawing energy from the crowd, and flashing them with her seductive smile, while maintaining an innate innocence––and at the same time so damn sexy. In my peripheral, Russell swallowed hard. There were several other guys with similar reactions. I couldn’t blame them. She was beautiful beyond words…beyond dreams. But she was real.
I was a walking cliché.
Life was good.
Dreams do come true.
Everything hopeless in my world had disappeared.
Everything hopeless in my world had disappeared.
Russell made his way to her as she walked off the stage. He picked her up and spun her around. I worked on relaxing my face into a casual smile, sure my jealousy was a bright green beacon that could be seen all the way from Houston.
Don’t f**k up.
A deep ache formed in my gut. Her laugh died when she saw me. Her eyes widened as she took me in from head to toe. I could almost hear her thoughts.
We stared at each other with a raw intensity as if we were the only two people in the world. Russell coughed obnoxiously, breaking the spell. She exhaled, keeping her eyes fixed on me.
“Who’s you’re friend, Russ?”
“Jury’s still out if he’s my friend. But his name’s Jason Flynn. He’s Rose’s nephew.”
I took her hand, holding it tighter and longer than made sense. I could feel her pulse as I slid my thumb across her wrist.
I finally had a name. Scarlett––that sounded right as I repeated it. What would I say to her in this crucial moment where flesh met fate?
“Scarlett Jones, I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve been dreaming about you most of my life.”
A slow blush spreading across her creamy skin, making the freckles dotted across her cheek disappear for a quick beat. She laughed, a nervous high, jittery sound as her fingers slipped out of mine. Taking a step back, she placed her hand against her clavicle.
“Hope you changed the sheets after.”
Russell laugh boomed over the music.
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I’ve had those kinds of dreams since I was a kid. Each one of a beautiful girl, who is my best friend. We grow up together on a sunny island surrounded by water that’s as blue as her eyes. We share all our hopes and fears until we realize we belong to each other in every way one person claim another. She is my own personal serenity. Sweet story, eh?
Well forget about it.
The cold, harsh reality is that I’m a twenty-year-old, Manhattan-bred, manwhore, who uses his fists to solve his problems. The only comfort I find is inside a bottle... and the dreams. But the dreams are my illness not my cure. Just when things look the darkest, the sun slaps me square in the jaw. I spot a picture of a scenic island surrounded by the bluest water – my island.
If the island exists then so must the girl, right?
So I’m headed to Serenity, Texas to find my girl and make some sense out of the chaos that is my life. Feel free to tag along, but this journey comes with a steep warning — dreams can turn into nightmares in the blink of an eye.
My name is Jason Flynn and this is our story.
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Author Bio - Not knowing a word of English, MK Schiller came to America at the age of four from India. Since then, all she's done is collect words. After receiving the best gift ever from her parents--her very own library card--she began reading everything she could get her greedy hands on. At sixteen, a friend asked her to make up a story featuring the popular bad boy at school. This wasn't fan fiction...it was friend fiction. From that day on, she's known she wanted to be a writer. With the goal of making her readers both laugh and cry, MK Schiller has penned more than a dozen books, each one filled with misfit characters overcoming obstacles and finding true love.
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