Author Spotlight: KYLIE SCOTT

Kylie Scott SpotlightOur next Author Spotlight honoring one of the authors taking part in our upcoming Portland Author Event is here!

For more details on our event and to register to attend the free event, visit:

Kylie Scott will be joining us on October 12, 2013, but before she arrives, we asked her a few questions. Please welcome Kylie Scott to Up All Night Book Blog!

UAN: Hello Kylie! We are so very excited you will be joining us in Portland! Tell us, is this your first visit to Portland? If so, is there anything in particular you are wanting to do while here (outside of meeting all the crazy fans?)? If not, what’s something you love about Portland?

Kylie: Yes, this is my first visit to Portland and the U.S.. I actually set half of my last book, “Lick”, in Portland so I’m really keen to “research” while I’m here. (Wherein “research” means visit every bar in the Pearl District and then go drunk shoe shopping.) I also hear there’s an excellent big book shop I need to check out while I’m in town.

UAN: I’m down with some drunk shoe shopping! Or shoe shopping of any kind! We are very honored to know that your first visit to the U.S. includes joining a kick-ass group of authors in Portland.

What are you most excited about regarding the signing event on October 12th?

Kylie: The opportunity to meet other romance readers and writers. It’s always great to get together with people who are passionate about many of the same things that you are. Books, books and more books. And beer.

UAN: Beer! I sense a theme between you and Julie who we interviewed previously. Pub crawl?

If you could bring one of your characters with you to the signing, who would it be and why?

Kylie: My rock star hero, David Ferris. I would sit on his lap the entire time and most likely giggle, quite possibly also play with his hair. It wouldn’t be pretty, but I’d be having fun.

UAN: *Sigh* You may need to share if you brought David. Haha! What’s one thing you’d like to share with your fans that they might not otherwise know?

Kylie: I also have two Post-Zombie-Apocalypse Erotic Romance books published, Flesh and Skin. They’re gritty, violent and smutty.

UAN: Those are definitely on the to-read list!

Any special teasers or exclusives you can share with us in preparation for your visit to Portland?

Kylie: Yes, indeedy. Here’s the start to Lick…

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I woke up on the bathroom floor. Everything hurt. My mouth felt like garbage and tasted worse. What the hell had happened last night? The last thing I remembered was the countdown to midnight and the thrill of turning twenty-one, legal at last. I’d been dancing with Lauren and talking to some guy. Then BANG!


A whole line of shot glasses with lemon and salt on the side.

Everything I’d heard about Vegas was true. Bad things happened here, terrible things. I just wanted to crawl into a ball and die. Sweet baby Jesus, what had I been thinking to drink so much? I groaned and even that made my head pound. This pain had not been part of the plan.

“You okay?” a voice enquired, male, deep, and nice. Really nice. A shiver went through me despite my pain. My poor broken body stirred in the strangest of places.

“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked.

Oh, no.

I opened my eyes and sat up, pushing my greasy blonde hair aside. His blurry face loomed closer. I slapped a hand over my mouth because my breath had to be hideous.

“Hi,” I mumbled.

Slowly, he swam into focus. He was built and beautiful and strangely familiar. Impossible. I’d never met anyone like him. He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties—a man, not a boy. He had long, dark hair falling past his shoulders and sideburns. His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn’t be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I’d have swooned perfectly fine without them. Even with the tired red tinge they were a thing of beauty. Tattoos covered the entirety of one arm and half his bare chest. A black bird had been inked into the side of his neck, the tip of its wing reaching up behind his ear. I still had on the pretty, dirty white dress Lauren had talked me into. It had been a daring choice for me on account of the way it barely contained my abundance of boobage. But this beautiful man easily had me beat for skin on show. He wore just a pair of jeans, some scuffed black boots, a couple of small silver earrings, and a loose white bandage on his forearm.

Those jeans … he wore them well. They sat invitingly low on his hips and fit in all the right ways. Even my monster hangover couldn’t detract from the view.

“Aspirin?” he asked.

And I was ogling him. My gaze darted to his face and he gave me a sly, knowing smile. Wonderful. “Yes. Please.”

He grabbed a battered black leather jacket off the floor, the one I’d apparently been using as a pillow. Thank God I hadn’t puked on it. Clearly, this beautiful half naked man had seen me in all my glory, hurling multiple times. I could have drowned in the shame.

One by one he emptied the contents of his pockets out onto the cold white tiles. A credit card, guitar picks, a phone and a string of condoms. The condoms gave me pause but I was soon distracted by what emerged next. A multitude of paper scraps tumbled out onto the floor. All had names and numbers scrawled across them. This guy was Mr Popularity.

Hey, I could definitely see why. But what on earth was he doing here with me?

Finally, he produced a small bottle of pain-killers. Sweet relief.

I loved him, whoever he was and whatever he’d seen.

“You need water,” he said, and got busy filling a glass from the sink behind him.

The bathroom was tiny. We both barely fit. Given Lauren’s and my money situation, the hotel had been the best we could afford. She’d been determined to celebrate my birthday in style. My goal had been a bit different. Despite the presence of my hot new friend, I was pretty sure I’d failed. The pertinent parts of my anatomy felt fine. I’d heard things hurt after the first couple of times. They sure as hell had after the first. But my vagina might have been the only part of my body not giving me grief. Still, I took a quick peek down the front of my dress. The corner of a foil package could still be seen, tucked into the side of my bra. Because if it was sitting there, strapped to me, no way would I be caught unprepared. The condom remained whole and hearty. How disappointing. Or maybe not. Finally plucking up the courage to get back on the horse, so to speak, and then not remembering it would have been horrible.

The man handed me the glass of water and placed two pills into my hand. He then sat back on his haunches to watch me. He had an intensity to him that I was in no condition to deal with.

“Thanks,” I said, then swallowed the aspirin. Noisy rumbles rose from my belly. Nice, very ladylike.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. His glorious mouth twitched into a smile as if we shared a private joke between us.

The joke being me.


UAN: Oh, lord, it may be time to get another David Ferris fix…Thank you, Kylie, for visiting with us! See you soon!

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About the AuthorKylie Scott

Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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