RELEASE BLITZ WITH REVIEW - Lost Years by MK Schiller
Title: Lost Years
Author: MK Schiller
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
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.
This was an interesting read. Just when I think I figured out what was going on the story took a turn I wasn't expected. I went in thinking this was purely contemporary romance but there is a PNR aspect thrown in that made me rethink everything that I had previously read. Flynn and Scarlett are star-crossed fated lovers. We learn about their relationship through Flynn's dreams, but are they really dreams. This is the mystery that we have to unfold to understand the story. I liked that it kept me "on my toes" and was not an expected read.
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“You have talent.”
“Are you a fan of country music?”
“I’m a fan of yours, Scarlett.”
She smiled. “That’s a little smoother.”
”I’m learning.” “I take it country is your favorite kind of music?” I asked
“I love all kinds of music, but country is in my soul.” She placed a finger against her bottom lip. “Plus, whatever comes out of this mouth just sounds country.”
I smirked. “I bet country tastes delicious.”
She laughed, pointing a finger at me. “You’re dangerous. You flirt like this with all the ladies?”
I wish I could tell her no, but she deserved an honest answer. “Yes.” I wanted to take it back when her smile tightened. All those years of trading warm bodies to still my constant loneliness made me sad. She was what I’d been missing all along. “Would it make me sound more like a douche bag if I said I never meant it like I do now?”
“There isn’t enough honest in the world. Watch your step.”
“What? Too forward?”
“No, I mean stop.” She held up her arm in front of me. She took a few steps and bent down to pick something up. “Stupid tourists,” she said, throwing a plastic bucket. Then she lifted the creature underneath it and held it out to me.
“Did you know he’d be under there?” I asked, staring at the tiny turtle she held in her hands with no fear.
“Sometimes the kids think it’s funny to trap them. The mama’s lay their eggs here. When the little ones hatch, they start their journey from right here until it’s time for them to come back in a few years and lay their own eggs.
“Let me introduce you to a real-life sea turtle.”
I waved at the animal, unsure if she expected me to offer a handshake or pet its shell. She walked over to the waves, holding it up against the moonlight, like the scene from the Lion King. I would have laughed if I wasn’t in awe. “Have a safe journey, little one, and a good lost year.” She set it in the water. She rinsed her hands and stood. We watched it drift away, the waves carrying him at first until he moved with them.
“I hope he survives.” The breeze picked up strands of her hair. They circled her head like a crown…not more like a halo.
Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I step closer to her. “Did you say lost year?”
“The first year of the sea turtle migration is called the lost year because no one knows what they actually do, despite all the technology we have to track them, but I have my theories.”
“What is your theory?”
Her eyes grew wistful as she looked out into the turbulent waves. Was she praying? “I think they might be searching for what’s missing. Maybe they are looking the parents, who abandoned them, or the turtle they’re supposed to make babies with. Even if they find what’s lost, they never make up the time they spent searching.”
I put my hand on the small of her back. “Maybe they’re just partying it up, having epic sex, and drinking all the time.”
She cracked a smile. “Yeah, maybe so, Jason.”
“My friends call me Flynn.”
She started walking again. “I’ll let you know when we’re friends, New York.” I winced at her statement, but I understood her need to be guarded––her emotions probably conflicting with basic logic. I’d had the same argument many times myself tonight.
None of this made sense. It was like I’d lived a lifetime with her, but we’d never met.
It was messing with my head but being on the beach with her––it was worth all the crazy.
“I look forward to that moment.”
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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