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About the author:
Multi-award-winning author, Kadie Scott, writes steamy romantic comedies and western romance. She loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of HEAs! Other titles include wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, spreadsheet lover, Dr. Seuss quoter, eMBA, organizational guru, Texan, Aggie, and chocoholic.
Kadie grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing) and an MBA. However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.
Kadie currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero, their angelic (mostly) kids, who are growing up way too fast, and 2 adorable fur babies.
What inspired you to write your book?
I am a Texas girl and love to write about hill country ranchers. This book series is based on the Hill family and each book is special1
Here is a short sample from the book:
Ashley peeled sleep-crusted eyes open to discover she’d somehow managed to make it back to her motel room. Her open suitcase sat on the bench thingy, her outfit for today on top, right where she’d left it last night and reminding her she couldn’t hide out here all morning. She had things to do. Not that she wanted to, given what lurked on her docket. Maybe she’d gotten lucky and been bitten by a vampire, because then she’d have to stay out of the light. Bonus—she’d have a medical excuse to miss today’s planned festivities.
With a grumble, she closed her eyes as pain sliced through her head. She never drank much. After a bad incident in high school at one of the many parties involving a fallow field and a lot of trucks and kids, she’d avoided getting that sloshed, having concluded the aftermath not remotely worth it.
Until last night. She had wanted to loosen up a bit, but—between Taylor’s watchful gaze, bumping into Jennings, and the barrage of comments about Eric marrying her twin sister from well-meaning people—mostly well-meaning—she must’ve lost track of exactly how much she’d consumed.
Idiotic thing to do.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
She gasped and twisted to find the source of the deep voice beside her only to flop back on her pillow with a groan and fling her arm over her eyes, heart pounding from the scare and stomach rolling from the hangover. She refused to acknowledge the tug of awareness as she recognized her companion.
“Jennings?” She croaked. “You scared the heck out of me. What in heaven’s name are you doing in my bed?”
She cracked an eye, peeking out from under her elbow, and caught his smirk.
“You don’t remember?” he asked.
“My head hurts too much to remember.” Please let her not have made a pass at him. Please. Please. Please. This was already beyond embarrassing without that.
“You confessed your undying love for me and—”
“I what?” She yanked her arm down to stare at him, eyes wide open now. Her stomach heaved in protest of the abrupt movement.
He chuckled. “I brought you here, and you asked me to stay. You were in pretty rough shape, so I stayed.”
Ashley lifted the covers and took a peek. She still wore her red lacy bra and panties, but nothing else. She lifted wide eyes to the man watching with amusement. “Did you undress me?”