Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Review Tour: The Other F Word by MK Schiller


The Other Words Series
These are full length contemporary romance books with humor and a deep storyline.

Meet Marley, Billie, Stevie and Emmie – 4 funny girls, one quirky family. So pull up a chair, have some vegan ice cream and dish with us.

Synopsis –
Can she overcome her consuming desire for him? Can he make her comfortable with the other C-word…commitment?


Marley Mason is dreading the arrival of the new business consultant. After all, this man will most likely outsource her job to China. The last thing she would expect is a case of mistaken identity, leading to false accusations of kidnapping when she attempts to pick up the wrong man at the airport, or worse…that she would have such a visceral reaction to the right man.

Rick Randy is super sexy, scandalously flirty, and perfect masturbation material, but a relationship is out of the question. Rick is contracted on a temporary basis to fix Marley’s ailing company, and then pull out, although as he expresses to Marley, pulling out is difficult for him, in more ways than one! Marley’s feelings range from utter confusion to intense contemplation as Rick charms his way into her life. All of those C-words Marley can control, but it’s the other C-word she fears—commitment.


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This is book two in the In Other Words series.

Damien Wolfe is ferociously sexy. Emmie Mason is fastidiously stubborn. When fate brings them together, they are both challenged by the other F-word…forever.

Fashionable forty-four-year-old, Emmie Mason is content with her fastidious life. She has everything she needs in her loving family and friends. Her eldest daughter, Marley, has married the man of her dreams, and she has a new grandchild. What more could a woman ask for?

She isn’t prepared for fate to slap her in the face in the form of a bridal bouquet. Or worse, to run into the fantasy-inducing, eye-catching, panty-dropping, swoon-worthy man she’s been thinking about for over a year, even though they only danced together once.

As it turns out, thirty-year-old real estate mogul Damien Wolfe has been thinking about her too. Damien’s flirty, funny and forthright personality challenges Emmie and tilts her world. But it’s his kind soul and compassionate demeanor that really frighten her.

He’s easy to fall for, but how could she ever recover if she risked her heart to him? Can they both overcome their fears and commit to that other F-word…Forever?
The Other C-Word was not what I was expecting at all. It was so cute, sweet and had me laughing. The banter between the two main characters the way they teased one another had me going. I loved the connection between the two. I will say it has been a while since I have read a book where the editing was just about perfect and Im telling you I did not see that first grammatical and editing error which is rare anymore. I loved reading The Other C Word, I wont give much away but will say this the C is not what I thought it stood for LOL I loved reading this and cant wait to see what MK Schiller has in store for us with the sequel in this series.




The Other F-Word


Available now from Totally Bound at

https://www.totallybound.com/the-other-fword?search=the other f-word




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, and attempt to conjure up passionate heartwarming stories with plenty of humor.
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. We'd spend hours on the phone while I came up with a series of unrealistic, yet tender events, which led to a satisfying conclusion. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
Even with that, it took many years to realize I could produce an actual full-length book that readers would enjoy. I try to make my stories humorous, realistic, with flawed but redeeming characters. I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.

Author Links:
Twitter - @MKSchiller




“Wasn’t it an amazing night?” “Not yet, but I think it could be,” a deep, gravelly voice answered, causing my throat to go dry despite the copious amounts of liquor I’d consumed. Shit. This was a huge hotel with multiple functions. Why hadn’t I checked before hopping into the car like I owned it? “I’m in the wrong limo,” I said, scooting toward the door. He clasped my arm. “Or maybe you’re in the right one.” My flesh broke out into goosebumps from the contact of his skin against mine. What was going on? This was the reaction of a shy school girl, not a confident woman like myself. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” “Wait.” There was a command in that voice that I didn’t question. I halted right away. “I believe this is yours,” he said, handing me the bouquet. I cursed the flowers because their sweet scent masked his masculine, intoxicating one. “Yes, thank you.” “Tell me I’m not too late.” “I don’t follow.”“Are you the bride or did you catch this?” “Neither. It sort of slapped me in the face.” He chuckled—a deep and hearty laugh. “Maybe it’s fate’s way of telling you something.” “Or maybe I just have bad reflexes,” I said, realizing my ragged breathing and shaky hands gave away my feelings. I pulled the door handle several times. It wouldn’t release. Then I heard the click. “I’ll let you escape, if that’s what you want.” I almost toppled out of the door, but managed to catch myself. The overhead lights came on and I paused, much longer than acceptable, drinking in the sight of him. His deep voice turned me on, but his face was the stuff of orgasmic fantasies. He looked familiar, like maybe he’d already trespassed into my dreams, although I couldn’t place him. He nodded, looking completely composed in a dark, tailored suit and with a wry smile. He had all the ingredients for a delicious recipe—Ashton Kutcher’s sultry lips, Robert Pattison’s thick eyebrows, Mario Lopez’s jet black hair and Jason Statham’s broad chest. His hazel eyes were all his own though. They were so unique, the color falling somewhere between golden sun and forest floor. I was grateful for the bouquet for the first time that night, because I needed it to fan myself. “Good bye,” I said. “Or maybe it’s hello…again,” he whispered, before I closed the door. Again?


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