With: MK Schiller
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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.
“Scarlett Jones.”
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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Ever had a dream so real it feels like a memory?
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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