Welcome to Paradise Box Set
Buy Links | Title: Welcome to Paradise (Books 1-4) Author: S.L. Scott Release Date: May 22, 2014 Find on Goodreads SynopsisI thought I was strong… But I wasn’t when it came to Evan Ashford. The rich, cocky playboy I met within minutes of landing in Hawaii didn’t give me arrogance. He gave me his heart and his hard truths. In return, I gave him everything, including my trust. The man made me weak in the knees, but I soon learned the bad boy surfer had a reputation that preceded him and an image to uphold. The sexual chemistry was unquestionable, our emotions irrational, but our love was undeniable. Together our pasts didn’t matter. Our different backgrounds were irrelevant. He made me feel his life wasn’t worth living without me in it. He took my breath away and saved each one of them, owning me wholly. Evan became my life, but with all the obstacles that stood in our way, could he become my future? |
Good Vibrations
Buy Links | Title: Good Vibrations (Welcome To Paradise #1) Author: S.L. Scott Release Date: May 8, 2013 Find on Goodreads SynopsisI grab her exploring finger just as it reaches my happy trail—a trail that if I let her wander down further will lead us to do things we can’t take back. Things like three-word phrases being confessed that would end me if I was rejected. Things like selfishly wanting to own her body and doing things to her that would make my fantasies blush. And things like making her promises too soon that won’t do either of us any good. She makes me want a future that’s not possible, and one I don’t deserve. Listening to my ego got me into this situation. Will listening to my heart get me out? |
Excerpt
He turns and looks at me. "The pavement is hot. I'll carry you the rest of the way. Hop on."
Being stubborn, I touch my foot to the pavement to test it.
"I'm parked six rows over. You can walk if you want." He shrugs, but looks confident.
He starts walking, but the ground is too hot and I don't want to scorch my feet. I huff, putting my hands on my hips. "Fine. I'll take the ride."
And there is that self-satisfied smile. If I wasn't anxious to get out of here myself, I'd protest just to spite him. But I want to get home, so I swallow my pride.
He comes back and bends over and I hop onto his back wrapping my legs around his body and my arms loosely around his neck. My cold, wet, bathing suit is in my hand, dripping down his bare chest, and I find a tidbit of pleasure in that annoyance. He's getting me back five times over with the friction of his body against my nether region as he moves though. All that separates us is the soft cotton of the briefs I'm wearing.
He makes me want him! It's hard to give up the best sex of your life over stupid stuff like principles and pride.
We reach the car and he grabs me from the side, spinning me to his front and pinning me against the vehicle with his body.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" My feet don't reach the ground and he's holding me by my ass and enjoying himself at that.
"I told you our conversation wasn't over."
"Do we have to finish it with your cock pressed against me while your hands fondle my ass though?" I ask, sneering.
He laughs then leans his head against my forehead. "You're right. We shouldn't be talking." His lips graze mine and my body relaxes under his grip. Sensing the tension dissipating from my body, he kisses me. I hold out for exactly point two seconds before I kiss him back.
Being stubborn, I touch my foot to the pavement to test it.
"I'm parked six rows over. You can walk if you want." He shrugs, but looks confident.
He starts walking, but the ground is too hot and I don't want to scorch my feet. I huff, putting my hands on my hips. "Fine. I'll take the ride."
And there is that self-satisfied smile. If I wasn't anxious to get out of here myself, I'd protest just to spite him. But I want to get home, so I swallow my pride.
He comes back and bends over and I hop onto his back wrapping my legs around his body and my arms loosely around his neck. My cold, wet, bathing suit is in my hand, dripping down his bare chest, and I find a tidbit of pleasure in that annoyance. He's getting me back five times over with the friction of his body against my nether region as he moves though. All that separates us is the soft cotton of the briefs I'm wearing.
He makes me want him! It's hard to give up the best sex of your life over stupid stuff like principles and pride.
We reach the car and he grabs me from the side, spinning me to his front and pinning me against the vehicle with his body.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" My feet don't reach the ground and he's holding me by my ass and enjoying himself at that.
"I told you our conversation wasn't over."
"Do we have to finish it with your cock pressed against me while your hands fondle my ass though?" I ask, sneering.
He laughs then leans his head against my forehead. "You're right. We shouldn't be talking." His lips graze mine and my body relaxes under his grip. Sensing the tension dissipating from my body, he kisses me. I hold out for exactly point two seconds before I kiss him back.
Good Intentions
Buy Links | Title: Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise #2) Author: S.L. Scott Release Date: September 5, 2013 Find on Goodreads SynopsisTwo words sum up my summer in paradise—Evan Ashford. I have a life back home I must return to, though my heart battles this reality. What started as a carefree summer fling has become so much more. Evan has become so much more. He’s become everything. Cupping his face, I stare into his deep blue eyes, wanting to lose myself once more... needing to know he feels this too. Although our connection won’t stop the summer’s end from rushing toward us or silence the demons Evan battles, I have faith our love can overcome the obstacles that will undoubtedly arise from us choosing to be together. I still worry… Will our good intentions be good enough? But I’m all in, willing to take the risk, knowing he can destroy my heart if I’m wrong. Like a riptide, I was forever changed by one woman—Mallory Wray. Our eyes meet and we spend a moment looking into the others’, reading the fear and the love that mingles within. I move slowly down and kiss her forehead, her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, and her chin before I kiss her lips again—soft and gentle, not rushed, but sensual. She smiles and I die inside knowing that I won’t get to see her face every day. I’ve been spoiled by this sweet angel giving me all her days and nights. I possessively take hold of her wrists and like so many times before, the air stills as our connection intensifies. I can’t help myself when it comes to her. I kiss her. Rain pours down harder and I wrap my arms around her, engulfing her body, her love, her soul. |
Excerpt
The top is down and the evening is breathtaking as we drive along the coast on our way back to his place. I unclasp my seatbelt and stand with my hands in the air, the wind whipping around me as I scream freely into the wild Hawaiian breeze. Giddy happiness is coursing through my veins. Life is better than ever.
I plop back down in my seat while appreciating Evan.
“What?” he asks, smiling back.
“Just admiring.” He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed by the attention. I’m hot and horny for the boy and if I want to eye fuck him, I will. Speaking of fuck, “Have you ever had sex in this car?”
He tilts his head and looks at me like I’m being ridiculous. “No, this is my caaarrrr.” He drags out the last word like that thought is unfathomable.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Ooh.” I drag my finger leisurely down his leg, insinuating so much more, and trail it back up. When I reach the top of his thigh, I flatten my hand and push forward, rolling it over his cock, which responds like a pro.
His hand immediately lands on top of mine, stilling it. “What are you doing, baby?”
“Exploring.” I smirk and offer, “Would you rather me explore with my mouth?”
His eyebrows bolt up in surprise, but he quickly collects himself. “Exploring, huh?” Looking back at the road, he says, “We’ll be home in twenty minutes. You want to wait ‘til then?”
“No, I don’t.”
I plop back down in my seat while appreciating Evan.
“What?” he asks, smiling back.
“Just admiring.” He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed by the attention. I’m hot and horny for the boy and if I want to eye fuck him, I will. Speaking of fuck, “Have you ever had sex in this car?”
He tilts his head and looks at me like I’m being ridiculous. “No, this is my caaarrrr.” He drags out the last word like that thought is unfathomable.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Ooh.” I drag my finger leisurely down his leg, insinuating so much more, and trail it back up. When I reach the top of his thigh, I flatten my hand and push forward, rolling it over his cock, which responds like a pro.
His hand immediately lands on top of mine, stilling it. “What are you doing, baby?”
“Exploring.” I smirk and offer, “Would you rather me explore with my mouth?”
His eyebrows bolt up in surprise, but he quickly collects himself. “Exploring, huh?” Looking back at the road, he says, “We’ll be home in twenty minutes. You want to wait ‘til then?”
“No, I don’t.”
Mallory Wrey's Top Ten
1. Favorite movie/actor/actress? James Franco is fun to watch. Catherine Keener is awesome. I like rom coms. Still love When Harry Met Sally.
2. Favorite song/singer? Agnes Obel when I’m feeling down. Phoenix and Andy Davis for other times.
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Oh wow! Um, I feel so fortunate to have spent time in Hawaii. It’s my favorite place for several reasons.
4. One item you cannot live without? My Kindle loaded with books.
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) Grace Kelly. Her life fascinates me. She’s a small town girl turned big Hollywood actress turned Princess.
6. Favorite hobby? Snuggling with my boyfriend
7. Guilty pleasure? Eating Cherry Garcia at midnight.
8. Favorite author and/book? Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
9. Do you collect anything? I collect books, some rare although they’re not classics. Those are way too expensive to collect.
10. Favorite color? I love ocean blue.
2. Favorite song/singer? Agnes Obel when I’m feeling down. Phoenix and Andy Davis for other times.
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Oh wow! Um, I feel so fortunate to have spent time in Hawaii. It’s my favorite place for several reasons.
4. One item you cannot live without? My Kindle loaded with books.
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) Grace Kelly. Her life fascinates me. She’s a small town girl turned big Hollywood actress turned Princess.
6. Favorite hobby? Snuggling with my boyfriend
7. Guilty pleasure? Eating Cherry Garcia at midnight.
8. Favorite author and/book? Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
9. Do you collect anything? I collect books, some rare although they’re not classics. Those are way too expensive to collect.
10. Favorite color? I love ocean blue.
Good Sensations
Buy Links | Title: Good Sensations (Welcome to Paradise #3) Author: S.L. Scott Release Date: January 9, 2014 Find on Goodreads SynopsisEvan Ashford is sex personified. He makes me feel things I never have and crave things I’m not sure I should. Time doesn’t exist when we’re together—all of our worries becoming obsolete. Our tongues touch, and as if by memory, they move in harmony, feeling at peace, feeling at home. Despite his mother’s best efforts to drive us apart and the miles that separate us, I’m ready—ready to claim what’s mine. In an instant, his lips are pressed firmly against mine, consuming my words as if hearing them isn’t enough. Desire turns to need as he tastes and savors every syllable ever spoken from my heart to his. Mallory Wray caught my attention and stole my heart. The emerald of her eyes draws me in, and it’s so easy to see why I fell in love with her. I run my hand over her cheek and into her hair, admiring everything I’ve missed so much. That familiar intensity that formed our bond back in Hawaii exists again. It’s comforting, engulfing, making my chest ache in the most painfully acute way. My heart feels grounded in her. This is right, this is us, I can finally breathe again. Her hand settles on my cheek and a soft smile appears. “My sweet surfer. What a change a month makes.” “It’s not the month that changed me. It’s the girl.” I turn and kiss her palm. “You make me want more than I feel I deserve.” “You deserve everything your heart desires.” “My heart only desires you.” “Then I’m yours. All yours. Always.” Life has taken these two young lovers in different directions. Can their love bring them back together? Will they be able to find their paradise once again? |
Excerpt
My dad straightens his back and clears his throat. “I may not have seen the bill, but I can guess how much it was and I’m just wondering why he has access to that kind of money. He’s not a drug dealer, is he?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You know me better than that. You know I wouldn’t date a drug dealer.” I take my napkin, unfolding it slowly as if this is the most interesting thing in the world and doing my best not to get caught up in an Evan’s financial means conversation, so I try to put it to rest. “I’ve told you, his family has a lot of money.”
“The boy is in his twenties and still living off his parents—”
“Clay,” my mom says, touching his arm. “I’ve told you he’s working with his family this semester and transferring in Boulder next semester, so stop giving Mallory a hard time. She’s with a nice guy who, from watching him last night, clearly is in love with her.”
My dad furrows his brow. “I thought he seemed a bit obsessive hanging on her every word—”
Focused intensity. He’s always like that with me. I smile… like a stupidly, giddy smile.
“Look, she’s in love too. Let’s just be happy for her,” my mom says, smiling at my dad. She leans closer and kisses him on the cheek.
But when my dad is concerned about something, he fixates. “I hope you’re using protection. Don’t go messing up your life now.”
“Oh my God, Dad. I’m, uh, so… just never going to talk about that with you,” I stammer, throwing my hands up into the air.
“She’s twenty-two, Clay, and as much as we’re worried about her welfare, it’s really none of our business.”
“You had her two years younger than she is now, Elise. I’m sure you don’t want her giving up her dreams—”
“Dad! I’m being careful. Can we just please end this embarrassing conversation says the-mistake-my-parents-made-at-twenty?”
“You were the best mistake we ever made, honey.” My mom, the eternal optimist.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You know me better than that. You know I wouldn’t date a drug dealer.” I take my napkin, unfolding it slowly as if this is the most interesting thing in the world and doing my best not to get caught up in an Evan’s financial means conversation, so I try to put it to rest. “I’ve told you, his family has a lot of money.”
“The boy is in his twenties and still living off his parents—”
“Clay,” my mom says, touching his arm. “I’ve told you he’s working with his family this semester and transferring in Boulder next semester, so stop giving Mallory a hard time. She’s with a nice guy who, from watching him last night, clearly is in love with her.”
My dad furrows his brow. “I thought he seemed a bit obsessive hanging on her every word—”
Focused intensity. He’s always like that with me. I smile… like a stupidly, giddy smile.
“Look, she’s in love too. Let’s just be happy for her,” my mom says, smiling at my dad. She leans closer and kisses him on the cheek.
But when my dad is concerned about something, he fixates. “I hope you’re using protection. Don’t go messing up your life now.”
“Oh my God, Dad. I’m, uh, so… just never going to talk about that with you,” I stammer, throwing my hands up into the air.
“She’s twenty-two, Clay, and as much as we’re worried about her welfare, it’s really none of our business.”
“You had her two years younger than she is now, Elise. I’m sure you don’t want her giving up her dreams—”
“Dad! I’m being careful. Can we just please end this embarrassing conversation says the-mistake-my-parents-made-at-twenty?”
“You were the best mistake we ever made, honey.” My mom, the eternal optimist.
Evan Ashford's Top Ten
1. Favorite movie/actor/actress? Matt Damon and Denzel Washington are badass actors, so anything they’re in.
2. Favorite song/singer? Three Little Birds by Bob Marley
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Fiji
4. One item you cannot live without? Items are just stuff. I can survive without superficial stuff, but I couldn’t survive without certain people in my life.
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) Duke Kahanamoku. He was a Gold medal Olympian, a respected ambassador of Hawaii, and the father of surfing.
6. Favorite hobby? Surfing.
7. Guilty pleasure? *chuckles* I don’t feel much guilt when it comes to pleasure.
8. Favorite author and/book? The Game of Thrones books by George R R Martin. Those are a trip. I dig philosophy books too.
9. Do you collect anything? Tricky question. What can I say that’s appropriate? Surfboards. I own five. Each board is made for different kinds of waves and water conditions.
10. Favorite color? The emerald flecks in Mallory’s eyes.
2. Favorite song/singer? Three Little Birds by Bob Marley
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Fiji
4. One item you cannot live without? Items are just stuff. I can survive without superficial stuff, but I couldn’t survive without certain people in my life.
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) Duke Kahanamoku. He was a Gold medal Olympian, a respected ambassador of Hawaii, and the father of surfing.
6. Favorite hobby? Surfing.
7. Guilty pleasure? *chuckles* I don’t feel much guilt when it comes to pleasure.
8. Favorite author and/book? The Game of Thrones books by George R R Martin. Those are a trip. I dig philosophy books too.
9. Do you collect anything? Tricky question. What can I say that’s appropriate? Surfboards. I own five. Each board is made for different kinds of waves and water conditions.
10. Favorite color? The emerald flecks in Mallory’s eyes.
Happy Endings
Buy Links | Title: Happy Endings (Welcome to Paradise #4) Author: S.L. Scott Release Date: May 22, 2014 Find on Goodreads SynopsisFrom New York Times Best Selling Author, S. L. Scott, comes this steamy novella, which is part of the Welcome to Paradise series. Life was perfect. Paradise was found in the arms of a redeemed bad boy. Evan Ashford’s cocky side didn’t stand a chance against true love. He pursued me with an unbridled determination, a passion that couldn’t be denied, winning me over. Our lives are now set… or should have been. But nothing stays perfect forever and happiness comes with a price. We’ve paid that price. Sometimes we may not get the answers we seek, but we’ve learned to cherish the gifts we’ve been given. It doesn’t matter what life throws at us or takes away, we’ve found love and we will fight for what matters most—family |
Five Things with Mallory and Evan
Mallory: This is funny. *giggles* And kind of hard.
Evan: It’s easy. I can name way more than 5 things I love about you.
Mallory: *leans head on his shoulder* You say the sweetest things.
Evan: *coughs* Ummm…. You got nothing for me other than this will be kind of hard to name 5 things about the man you’re supposedly in love with? *pokes her in the ribs and makes her smile*
Mallory: I can name plenty, but most of those should be kept between us, if you know what I mean.
Evan: I like the way you think… and kiss and… Ow! *rubs arm* Fine. Let’s do this because I know a few other things I’d like to be doing instead.
Mallory: *Smirks* Okay, I’ll go first. I like the way you look when you sleep.
Evan: You watch me sleep?
Mallory: You watch me.
Evan: Touché. Okay, my turn. I like your ass a lot.
Mallory: Wow. You’re just kicking right in with the romantic gestures, aren’t you? *rolls eyes*
Evan: I could’ve said I don’t like your ass. *cocks eyebrow*
Mallory: True. I’ll take the ass-liking instead.
Evan: You are one dirty girl and I’ll show you how much I like your ass lat--
Mallory: My turn again. I like your forearms and the way you can see the muscles moving. You’re strong and it’s really sexy.
Evan: *waggles eyebrows* I like watching you move. You’re quiet, but confident and caring in your actions.
Mallory: Awww, that’s so sweet. So you watch me?
Evan: You watch me sleep, so all’s fair.
Mallory: Ummm… *taps chin* What can I share? What can I share? Oh, I love your back and your body. I should just say I love your body. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and the most handsome.
Evan: Well, well, well. The sexiest and most handsome *smiles all cocky* I like where this is going.
Mallory: Your turn.
Evan: I love your curves—the ones from your neck to your shoulders and the other ones from your waist to your hips. I like that you have curves. And the ones from your tits… er, I mean breasts. You have a hot body.
Mallory: What if those curves changes or whatever?
Evan: *narrows eyes in thought* I’ll love the new ones too because I love you.
Mallory: *cups his face* Thank you. Well I love that you still open the door for me.
Evan: *surprised* Why would I not?
Mallory: *shrugs* I don’t know. I guess that most guys do that more in the beginning of the relationship. Once they have you… well, most of those kinds of gestures disappear.
Evan: *shaking head* Men suck. I’m embarrassed for my gender and I’ll always open the door for you. I’m fortunate to have the opportunity to do it, so I’m not gonna squander the chance. *rubs hands together* Now back to what I love about you. There’s this way you say my name. It’s in your accent, but it’s mixed with your emotions and makes me smile… feel loved or whatever. It shows you really care about me.
Mallory: *smiles* Evan. Evan. Evan.
Evan: Yeah, that’s it. I especially like when you’re shouting it out while coming.
Mallory: I thought this list was supposed to be rated PG?
Evan: Really? Then we blew that when we first opened our mouths. Oops.
Mallory: I like your lips and the way you kiss me. It’s all passion and romance.
Evan: You took my answer. *leans forward and kisses her* I love the feel of your lips on mine and how when you kiss me, it’s like an invitation. *kisses her again*
Mallory: *kissing*
Evan: *kissing*
Mallory: *kissing*
Evan: *kissing*
Mallory: *dreamy sigh*
Evan: You’re beautiful, you know that.*strokes her hair back*
Mallory: I feel the same about you. *sits on his lap, wrapping her arms around him*
Evan: I think it’s my turn. I love your eyes—the green with gold flecks, the way you look at me like I can do no wrong, the fire in them, and your kind side. I love the way all your emotions can be read in your eyes. They’re quite stunning.
Mallory: *soft smile* Thank you. I love when you call me baby. This may sound strange and I probably shouldn’t admit this since it’s against the women’s movement, but there’s a possessiveness to it that makes me hot for you. It’s just so sexy rolling off your tongue.
Evan: I don’t even know what count we’re at, but we’re done here. *stands up holding her in his arms* I have plans for you and there’s no time like the present.
Mallory: Horny boy.
Evan: I’ll show you horny.
Mallory: Oh, I just bet you will. *giggles*
Evan: It’s easy. I can name way more than 5 things I love about you.
Mallory: *leans head on his shoulder* You say the sweetest things.
Evan: *coughs* Ummm…. You got nothing for me other than this will be kind of hard to name 5 things about the man you’re supposedly in love with? *pokes her in the ribs and makes her smile*
Mallory: I can name plenty, but most of those should be kept between us, if you know what I mean.
Evan: I like the way you think… and kiss and… Ow! *rubs arm* Fine. Let’s do this because I know a few other things I’d like to be doing instead.
Mallory: *Smirks* Okay, I’ll go first. I like the way you look when you sleep.
Evan: You watch me sleep?
Mallory: You watch me.
Evan: Touché. Okay, my turn. I like your ass a lot.
Mallory: Wow. You’re just kicking right in with the romantic gestures, aren’t you? *rolls eyes*
Evan: I could’ve said I don’t like your ass. *cocks eyebrow*
Mallory: True. I’ll take the ass-liking instead.
Evan: You are one dirty girl and I’ll show you how much I like your ass lat--
Mallory: My turn again. I like your forearms and the way you can see the muscles moving. You’re strong and it’s really sexy.
Evan: *waggles eyebrows* I like watching you move. You’re quiet, but confident and caring in your actions.
Mallory: Awww, that’s so sweet. So you watch me?
Evan: You watch me sleep, so all’s fair.
Mallory: Ummm… *taps chin* What can I share? What can I share? Oh, I love your back and your body. I should just say I love your body. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and the most handsome.
Evan: Well, well, well. The sexiest and most handsome *smiles all cocky* I like where this is going.
Mallory: Your turn.
Evan: I love your curves—the ones from your neck to your shoulders and the other ones from your waist to your hips. I like that you have curves. And the ones from your tits… er, I mean breasts. You have a hot body.
Mallory: What if those curves changes or whatever?
Evan: *narrows eyes in thought* I’ll love the new ones too because I love you.
Mallory: *cups his face* Thank you. Well I love that you still open the door for me.
Evan: *surprised* Why would I not?
Mallory: *shrugs* I don’t know. I guess that most guys do that more in the beginning of the relationship. Once they have you… well, most of those kinds of gestures disappear.
Evan: *shaking head* Men suck. I’m embarrassed for my gender and I’ll always open the door for you. I’m fortunate to have the opportunity to do it, so I’m not gonna squander the chance. *rubs hands together* Now back to what I love about you. There’s this way you say my name. It’s in your accent, but it’s mixed with your emotions and makes me smile… feel loved or whatever. It shows you really care about me.
Mallory: *smiles* Evan. Evan. Evan.
Evan: Yeah, that’s it. I especially like when you’re shouting it out while coming.
Mallory: I thought this list was supposed to be rated PG?
Evan: Really? Then we blew that when we first opened our mouths. Oops.
Mallory: I like your lips and the way you kiss me. It’s all passion and romance.
Evan: You took my answer. *leans forward and kisses her* I love the feel of your lips on mine and how when you kiss me, it’s like an invitation. *kisses her again*
Mallory: *kissing*
Evan: *kissing*
Mallory: *kissing*
Evan: *kissing*
Mallory: *dreamy sigh*
Evan: You’re beautiful, you know that.*strokes her hair back*
Mallory: I feel the same about you. *sits on his lap, wrapping her arms around him*
Evan: I think it’s my turn. I love your eyes—the green with gold flecks, the way you look at me like I can do no wrong, the fire in them, and your kind side. I love the way all your emotions can be read in your eyes. They’re quite stunning.
Mallory: *soft smile* Thank you. I love when you call me baby. This may sound strange and I probably shouldn’t admit this since it’s against the women’s movement, but there’s a possessiveness to it that makes me hot for you. It’s just so sexy rolling off your tongue.
Evan: I don’t even know what count we’re at, but we’re done here. *stands up holding her in his arms* I have plans for you and there’s no time like the present.
Mallory: Horny boy.
Evan: I’ll show you horny.
Mallory: Oh, I just bet you will. *giggles*
S.L Scott's Top Ten
1. Favorite movie/actor/actress? Tough one. Umm… Sliding Doors. I’m digging the Hemsworth brothers (Chris and Liam) these days. Also, Jen Lawrenceis awesome.
2. Favorite song/singer? Something by The Beatles makes my heart ache in a good way
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Paris again. I still dream of it at night.
4. One item you cannot live without? Sadly, my smartphone
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) My Great Great Great Grandmother
6. Favorite hobby? Cooking right now.
7. Guilty pleasure? Real Housewives of Beverly Hills
8. Favorite author and/book? I’m so typical – Jane Austen and Pride & Prejudice
9. Do you collect anything? Fitz & Floyd teapots
10. Favorite color? Blue –more azure than royal
2. Favorite song/singer? Something by The Beatles makes my heart ache in a good way
3. Favorite place you would love to visit? Paris again. I still dream of it at night.
4. One item you cannot live without? Sadly, my smartphone
5. Who would you like to meet? (dead or alive) My Great Great Great Grandmother
6. Favorite hobby? Cooking right now.
7. Guilty pleasure? Real Housewives of Beverly Hills
8. Favorite author and/book? I’m so typical – Jane Austen and Pride & Prejudice
9. Do you collect anything? Fitz & Floyd teapots
10. Favorite color? Blue –more azure than royal
Author Info
New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures. Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies. Scott lives in the beautiful Texas Hill Country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys. |