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Kadie Scott | Top 10 Reasons to Love a Cowboy
Author Guest / August 7, 2018

I am the first to put my hand up when I see a new cowboy romance hit the shelves, which is probably why I love to write cowboys. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it. 😉 But what is it about the idea of a cowboy that we love? What’s the draw? Just for fun (my husband is sitting here rolling his eyes as I giggle away) here are my top 10 reasons to love a cowboy…. The Boots & the Buckle & the Hat I grew up in the suburbs of Austin but far enough out that ranching kids attended my school. After that was Texas A&M. And I can tell you, the look—fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans that show off…err…everything, the boots, the buckle, the hat. Especially if its roughed up a bit and has a bit of wear to it—because it’s not for show then. All if it looks good on a man. Tough Cowboys are raised tough. They learn a strong work ethic early on. They learn to suck it up when they get kicked by a horse or cut. Someone that hard, that self-sufficient, but then the thought of how…

Kadie Scott | Nerdy Innuendos
Author Guest / June 16, 2017

Don’t you love a good double meaning? I’ve always been a sucker for puns. The cheesier the better. But add some hidden sexual connotation and you’ve got me. Hook, line, and sinfully amused. In THE WRONG KIND OF COMPATIBLE, Cassie and Drew take sexual innuendo in a somewhat unusual direction. Both are brilliant, but socially awkward with it. She blurts out everything that comes into her head, and he is the strong, silent type who says the wrong thing when he tries too hard. Between the two of them, they get into a (hopefully) hilarious—at first inadvertent—back and forth of geeky sexual innuendo. For example: Cassie looked up at the ceiling, doing her level best to return to the sane, rational woman she usually was. “Actually, grab your laptop. You’ll want to take notes, and possibly work through a few things on your own.” “Will I need my dongle?” She froze in the middle of taking her seat and checked his expression. Had he meant the double entendre, or was her dirty mind taking her there on its own? “That’s…up to you,” she said slowly. Then bit her lip as the possible implications of her response sank in. I had…