I am so happy to have the wonderful MK Meredith as my guest today! MK is infectiously lovely, and when she shared a penchant for hot romance with me, I knew I had made a new friend! Her Facebook posts glow with happiness and positivity, and I just think she is wonderful! Without further ado, here she is just as glamourous as any of the retro movie stars!!!
MK on the big screen? Ha! I am thrilled to have been invited by Leonora to participate on her blog! As you all know, she is an absolute delight, and I’m so fortunate to have her in my writing community.
My name is MK Meredith, and I write contemporary romance that promises an emotional ride on heated sheets.
For the first time since publishing, the first book in my Malibu Sights series is on sale! And not just a small sale, but marked down from $3.99 to 99¢! I’m so excited.
I don’t know why this excites me so, but it does. Kind of like when I find a great pair of heels on sale, or the last large spoonful of peanut butter in the jar. Or a new movie star to add to my hero inspiration file!
The film industry intrigues me.
The glamour, the lifestyle, and the romance of it all when it’s good. The back stabbing and money hungry wasteland when it’s bad.
If you’ve ever read Adventures in the Screen Trade by William Goldman, then you’re already familiar with the circus sometimes put on in Hollywood. I couldn’t believe it, but it only served to pull me in further. I was the rubber necking driver slowly passing by an accident, or the gawping bystander at a train wreck. I couldn’t help but to keep looking, or in this case keep reading. And then I wanted to write about it.
The actual money spent, sometimes wasted, to make people happy during movie production is beyond crazy to me. You’d think one must act professionally, but it seems in Hollywood, the bigger your name is, the more crap they’ll put up with.
And don’t get me started on the politics, the reach arounds, and the payoffs. LOL!
But, there is also a yearning, a drive to create something beautiful, something memorable. To tell a story worth watching. I get that, because I truly want to write stories worth reading.
And I LOVE watching movies. I’m a movie junky. I’m not picky, nor do I attest to having any kind of refined taste. I love them all! I watch them and dissect them as often as I can fit into my schedule. I also have my Hollywood heartthrob favorites like Gerard Butler, model David Gandy, and right now I’m diggin’ Tom Ellis. So it seemed like a fun idea to write a series wrapped around all the drama and inspired by my favorite media men, which is how my Malibu Sights series all started. The inspiration for A-list actor Gage Cutler in Malibu Betrayals was Gerard Butler and sex-pot producer Roque Gallagher in Malibu Secrets was inspired by David Gandy.
As many do at one point or another, I used to dream about being an actress, starring opposite such swoon worthy leading man. When I was very young, I remember watching Martha Plimpton and River Phoenix in the movie Running on Empty, thinking, “I could do that.”
Ha!
The hell I could.
And here are my top five reasons why I could never be ‘in the movies’.
#5. The writers would hate me…cause I’m a writer. I’d question every character arc, every story line development, and then wonder why they were killing off my character by the second scene when I was originally the heroine. Ha!
#4. I’m 5’9” with the shoulders of a linebacker. On screen that translates to a female Andre the Giant. Tom Cruise would barely reach nipple level, leaving us to have very awkward conversations or him on stilts. Neither works well on screen.
#3. I don’t like getting up early. From books I’ve read to celebrity interviews to friends in the biz, I hear of the hours that they need to keep. I can stay up into the early hours of morning, but I can’t get up in the early hours of the morning. I’m always so confused when people say the words ‘get up’ and ‘4 a.m.’ in the same sentence.
#2. I have resting B face with the Elvis scowl. You know the look, the one where my lip pulls up at one corner and nowhere else? Yeah…that’s me. Unfortunately it’s a go to face that I have no control over. Anytime I see a candid photo of myself, there I am looking like I’m recreating a pissed off rendition of Jail House Rock. The paparazzi would have a hay day.
#1. My hearts attached to my vagina. If I had to do a love scene and kiss someone, I’d fall in love with them. And I can’t have that. I’m already very happily married to a man who likes me in spite of myself, and I want to keep it that way. LOL!
So you see, it isn’t to be. Plus I don’t think I can act worth a damn. So there’s that, too.
But I do love a good story, and I love romance. So guess what? I write books like Malibu Betrayals.
Blurb
In Malibu Betrayals, screenwriter Samantha Dekker’s been burned by the Hollywood scene in the worst way, so it’s no surprised that she isn’t ready for love. But what the hell’s a woman to do when love is ready for her—and with the paparazzi in hand? Especially when that love comes in the form of heart-stoppingly-sexy, A-list actor Gage Cutler. This is her chance to write a whole new ending. No matter if she’s one to leap toward her future or tiptoe, she’ll first have to let go of her past.
So whether through books or movies, the stories are being told. Go grab your favorite one and give yourself a little HEA! And tell me your favorites! I want to know. ☺
Hugs, loves, and peanut butter!
MK
Excerpt ~ Malibu Betrayals
“Tell me more about your feelings toward these crazy Cutler fans.”
Ignoring him, she looked him over from across the table, and purposely biting her lower lip, pushed her silverware around and then lined each piece up in straight lines once more. “Do you know your eyes are sometimes green and sometimes blue?”
He cocked a brow. “Really? You want to talk about my eyes?”
That showed what he knew; his eyes really were alluring. She raised her brows.
Gage stared at her a moment and grinned, taking a long swallow from his glass. “Fine, last I checked my eyes were blue.”
Adrenaline emboldened her as she held his gaze. “Not when you’re coming; then they’re green.”
Gage choked.
Sam’s heart lurched and her face flushed a few thousand degrees hotter. Flirting with him was its own kind of high, and she wanted more.
A bark of laughter broke from his lips, and he tried to muffle it with his napkin, knowing security wasn’t too far off. Gage leaned in. “To be honest, I’ve never seen my eyes when I—”
Sam threw her hand up. “No, God, don’t say it again.” She squirmed in her seat as heat flushed her skin. She wasn’t sure if it was from her embarrassment or his gaze.
He slid those damned eyes up and down her body, at least what was visible above the table, and took bite of his scallops, chewing while he teased, “Are you kidding? I can totally get on board with this change in topic.”
“I’m not changing the topic.” Her face warmed.
He cocked his brow again. “I want to hear more about the color of my eyes, and anything to do with ‘coming.’”
Well, she did start it. Sam snatched a piece of ice from her glass and sucked the end of it. Then, with slow purposeful movements, she ran the cube over her jaw and down the side of her neck. If they were going to keep this fun and playful, she needed to do her part. Besides, pushing the envelope was more fun than she’d ever imagined. She might just need to try it more often. Her voice low, forcing him to lean closer, she said, “Your eyes are blue when you’re calm, in control. But when you get hot, when your body tightens with wanting, they glow a light cyan. As you get closer—you know what I mean by closer.”
Gage all but lay across the table, paying rapt attention to her every word. He nodded with the slightest of movement.
“When your skin slides against my skin, my breasts pressed against your chest, your body so tight, so hot that it can’t handle even, one…more…stroke. Bam!” She slapped the table.
Gage jumped and she laughed. He grabbed his napkin to wipe his brow and downed the rest of his water in one long swallow.
“Green.”
“What?” Gage asked.
She tried not to enjoy herself too much, but he deserved it. If he wasn’t going to let her off the hook, she’d put him on one.
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MK Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning.
Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA’s (spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith’s live in the D.C. area with their two large fur babies…until the next adventure calls.
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