Recovering addict Nick Dorsey finds solace in his regimented life. That is until he meets Shyla Metha. Something about the shy Indian beauty who delivers take-out to his Greenwich Village loft inspires the reclusive writer. And when Shyla reveals her desire to write a book of her own, he agrees to help her. The tale of a young Indian girl growing up against a landscape of brutal choices isn’t Nick’s usual territory, but something about the story, and the beautiful storyteller, draws him in deep.
Shyla is drawn to Nick, but she never imagines falling for him. Like Nick, Shyla hails from a village, too…a rural village in India. They have nothing in common, yet he makes her feel alive for the first time in her life. She is not ready for their journey to end, but the plans she’s made cannot be broken…not even by him. Can they find a way to rewrite the next chapter?
A Sneak Peek inside….
She shrugged. “The writing’s good, but I didn’t care for the characters.”
“They felt one-dimensional. He comes across as a womanizing, self-indulgent fool.”
Nick arched his brow, his lips quirking into a grin. “He’s got his faults, but I wouldn’t describe him that way.”
“As bad as he was, though, the heroine was even worse. She seemed stupid and fake…almost vapid. She was always getting herself into trouble and falling into hot water.” Encouraged by his amused smile, she continued, “And I refer to hot water in the literal sense. The one I read, the girl was suspended from the ceiling over a pot of boiling water until Max Montero swooped in at the last minute.”
“It was acid, and he likes saving beautiful women from danger. What’s wrong with that?”
“She could have saved herself, or better yet, not gotten into the situation. And he…well, he could have been nicer to her in general.”
“Not every hero comes in a one-size-fits-all package, Shyla. Don’t hold back, though. Tell me what you really think.”
“Okay, I will. I can appreciate a different kind of hero, but I’d like one with a functioning set of scruples. In the scheme of things, these books don’t deserve shelf space with the others. They definitely fall into the dime store drivel category.”
“Ouch,” Nick said, pouring himself another drink. “I don’t think you understand the concept of sarcasm.”
She opened and shut her mouth as the realization hit her. “You were joking when you asked me to tell you what I really thought?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry about it.”
“So, what do you do for a living?” she asked, anxious to change the subject. It was possible she’d accidently insulted one of his favorite novelists.
“I’m an author.”
“Have you written anything I might have read?”
“The dime store drivel you’re holding.”
So what did I think…?
Some days, the endless early rising, hour long commute to work, working all day, going to the gym and then returning home eleven sometimes twelve hours after you left, only to sit down and begin your day as an author has you in full on rebellion mode.
Those days when you sit down on Friday night and look at your to do list which is looks something like; approve layouts for two books, send a billion emails, look into this website, post to social media, submit to various sites for upcoming sale, submit for reviews, research book bloggers, create book trailer, design book covers, write newsletter for fans, and you know that this weekend will not be full of joys of creating a new world, or returning to an existing one. It will be about business! Even though you know, just know, that you’d never change this for a heartbeat you just close that to-do list and you walk away… and forget about being an author, an employee, a woman who runs a household, and you SIT IN YOUR PYJAMAS ALL DAY AND READ!!!
And I was having a fabulous weekend… until midday on Sunday when I received a reminder from the fabulous ladies at GoddessFish reminding me that my review of Unwanted Girl was due today and review…? Review..? What review! Let me tell you me I could have cursed the author of this book for ruining my Sunday. Lol! Granted not M.K. Schiller’s fault. It was my own. But when I opened that review copy the Unwanted Girl was very much unwanted!
But it wasn’t long before I remembered why I’d been drawn to this book enough to want to review it…
Nick Dorsey is a recovering addict with a bleak outlook. He’s a frozen writer, with only one bright light in his dark world. The few words he exchanges with the girl who delivers his takeaway at the end of the day. He’s young man not even in his thirties and yet he’s lived through a lifetime of heartache and self-destruction that he has the wisdom of someone twice his age. Shyla Metha is an innocent young foreign exchange student, unwise in the ways of the world, who wants to go home an become a harmless elementary school teacher to poverty stricken children. What ties them together is the story she has to tell and her lack of writing skills to tell it.
Nick and Shyla embark on a journey to write her story, freeing Nick from his writer’s block and his darkened world. Shyla breathes life into him, giving him a second chance at something he doesn’t believe he deserves. Their friendship develops to romance and their journey is as much about the characters in Shyla’s story as it is about their path to reconciling with old wounds. And for me… well, I was swept away. I was right there inside the novel with them every step of the way. I laughed… out loud… I sighed at their first kiss… and knowing that Shyla was returning to her native India did not fill me with hope for a happy ending.
Inside this amazing story of two people falling in love, is a harrowing tale of the gendercide that accompanies the traditions of arranged marriages; girls bring debt, and boys bring fortune. This is a tale of a baby girl, Asha, abandoned in a boxed scarred by the blade intend to kill the innocent life inside. It’s a story of two women from different races, religions, cultures and classes, who are brought together on the path to giving this child everything she needs; A Catholic English nun teaching in a poor Indian village and a mother grief stricken over the death of her son and only child. It is the tale of love and loss, for this girl is married off at fifteen, knowing she was an unwanted baby and knowing that should she bring her husband a girl, that baby will suffer the very same fate that she was saved from. It’s a story of abuse of the worst kind, the kind that strips the victim of everything she has, her dignity, her strength, her hope, her dreams and her child even! And as someone who writes about domestic abuse, for me, this was as compelling as it was difficult to read.
Of course, my author brain was engaged and I figured out the plot twist at the end very early on, but still I had to know! What happened to Asha? And the baby she gave birth to and then had spirited away, claiming it had died. What happened to Nick and Shyla? Would she leave him to go home? Would he return to his addiction when she did? My god! I haven’t been this emotionally involved in a book for a really long time!
Thank you M.K Schiller for finishing my weekend in the best way possible!
Put simply… you must stop everything you are doing and go buy this book! Don’t believe me… read the preview!
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Who is M. K. Schiller?
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.
I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.