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About the author:
Contemporary romance author, Kadie Scott, 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). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. No matter the genre, she loves to write feisty heroines, sexy heroes who deserve them, and a cast of lovable characters to surround them (and maybe get their own stories). Kadie currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero (and she married that guy!) and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.
What inspired you to write your book?
My dog, T-Bone, absolutely needed to be featured in a book as the match maker, and Max was the perfect man needing a puppy made match.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Max increased the speed on is treadmill, determined to outrun his demons. Namely, a brunette with big doe eyes and a huge heart who’d managed to wind herself into his life and into his very blood.
Like an addiction.
The door creaked, and he scowled. No one ever disturbed his middle of the night workout, and tonight he was in no fucking mood to share the space, that was for damn sure.
The air punched out of his lungs as recognition of his intruder’s identity slammed through him. Gina slipped into the room, sexy as hell. When did she ever not look sexy, even in that ridiculous elf costume? Now she wore a white tank top and black booty shorts that clung to the curve of her gorgeous backside. An outfit more suitable for sleeping than exercise—one he could image peeling her out of in the middle of the night—but he couldn’t even peel his eyes from her right now.
Without a word, and by some miracle still running without falling on his butt, Max watched her, never breaking eye contact. Leaning back against the door, her hands behind her, she stared back. He caught the soft snick of the lock even over the constant whirring of his machine. Max gulped as the blood abandoned his brain, leaving his legs lethargic as he continued to run.
Was this his thank-you gift for organizing her tools and things? Hell, yeah!
Turning away, she pulled the blinds covering windows facing the hallway closed, giving him a fantastic view of her from behind. Then she turned and walked toward him, hips swaying hypnotically. Max was about to explode in anticipation of whatever she had in mind.
The Super would toss them both out of the complex for sure if anyone caught them having sex in the gym…
For once in his life, he didn’t give two shits about the rules.
But, instead of stripping off her clothes like he was picturing, she reached over and yanked on the emergency chord, bringing his machine to a stop.
“Would you like to explain why you touched my things?” she demanded.
Her eyes glittered with anger, lips pressed together. How had he missed that?
Max had no clue what to do with what was happening. She was here to yell at him in the middle of the night?Max increased the speed on is treadmill, determined to outrun his demons. Namely, a brunette with big doe eyes and a huge heart who’d managed to wind herself into his life and into his very blood.
Like an addiction.
The door creaked, and he scowled. No one ever disturbed his middle of the night workout, and tonight he was in no fucking mood to share the space, that was for damn sure.
The air punched out of his lungs as recognition of his intruder’s identity slammed through him. Gina slipped into the room, sexy as hell. When did she ever not look sexy, even in that ridiculous elf costume? Now she wore a white tank top and black booty shorts that clung to the curve of her gorgeous backside. An outfit more suitable for sleeping than exercise—one he could image peeling her out of in the middle of the night—but he couldn’t even peel his eyes from her right now.
Without a word, and by some miracle still running without falling on his butt, Max watched her, never breaking eye contact. Leaning back against the door, her hands behind her, she stared back. He caught the soft snick of the lock even over the constant whirring of his machine. Max gulped as the blood abandoned his brain, leaving his legs lethargic as he continued to run.
Was this his thank-you gift for organizing her tools and things? Hell, yeah!
Turning away, she pulled the blinds covering windows facing the hallway closed, giving him a fantastic view of her from behind. Then she turned and walked toward him, hips swaying hypnotically. Max was about to explode in anticipation of whatever she had in mind.
The Super would toss them both out of the complex for sure if anyone caught them having sex in the gym…
For once in his life, he didn’t give two shits about the rules.
But, instead of stripping off her clothes like he was picturing, she reached over and yanked on the emergency chord, bringing his machine to a stop.
“Would you like to explain why you touched my things?” she demanded.
Her eyes glittered with anger, lips pressed together. How had he missed that?
Max had no clue what to do with what was happening. She was here to yell at him in the middle of the night?
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