For the RomCon blog, I wrote a post about one of the few true-life stories in my books. This particular story involves my husband, his economy-size tubs of lotion, and way too many rolls of paper towels near his computer and bed. Enjoy!
I wrote this post for Mary Gramlich’s blog, and I had a blast doing it. The poor interviewer never stood a chance against Angie.
Note from Olivia: I apologize in advance for Angie’s salty language and her graphic references to sex acts and/or sex toys.
You may be saying to yourself, Olivia, you’re the damn author. Control her! But I’m here to tell you: That’s simply not possible. Angela Burrowes is a force of nature. More importantly, cleaning up her language and removing sexual references would mislead you. Angie’s not classy or demure…so this interview isn’t either. Ye be warned!
I wrote a blog post for Just Contemporary Romance about the various authors whose senses of humor shaped mine. Enjoy!
At heart, my Lovestruck Librarians books are romantic comedies. Dirty ones. If you removed dick jokes from my repertoire, I’d shrivel and die a sad, penis-less death.
I wrote a bunch of blog tour posts for the release of my second Lovestruck Librarians book, My Reckless Valentine. Unfortunately, when those posts went live, I was too sick with bronchitis to share them. But I’m on the mend now, so here they are!
I wrote this first post for the USA Today Happy Ever After blog, and in it I discuss the joys and drawbacks of claiming a geeky man—a man like my husband, and also like the hero of My Reckless Valentine. Enjoy the references to both Excel and vibrators!
Though a substantial, geeky part of me wishes I were joining a tribe of female warriors with bare right breasts, I’m writing to announce something else instead:
The first two books of my Lovestruck Librarian series are now available on Amazon.
<———-SEE? TOTALLY ON AMAZON! WITH COVERS AND EVERYTHING!
And I am incredibly, ridiculously excited about it. Not because I prefer that particular site to the other places my book will be sold, but because I own a Kindle. Which means that, come December 8, I’ll be able to download my own book onto my own e-reader.
Admittedly, this makes my book only one of hundreds on my Kindle. But I can’t wait. Soon, I’ll be able to bookmark or add notes to my own story! Or—best of all—highlight favorite passages! (And by favorite, I obviously mean smuttiest.)
I love seeing that listing on Amazon. I’ve navigated to it dozens of times already. Somehow, looking at my cover there makes my work real in a way that even signing the publication contract didn’t.
Broken Resolutions is my debut book, written before I had an agent or contract. I drafted it in response to a publisher’s open submission call without any expectation of it selling, or of anyone reading it other than my ever-patient critique partner (hi, Mia!) and the poor editor who’d surely (and immediately) reject it. Still, I’d just attended the 2014 Romance Writers of America Conference in San Antonio, where I’d watched Julia Quinn, Eloisa James, and Connie Brockway discuss the art and advantages of novella-writing. That session inspired me. As did the idea of setting a story in my most recent place of work: the library.
So in late July of last year, I sat down and wrote a novella, with no idea that this particular manuscript would be the key to finding both an agent and a publisher for my work. With no idea that the book would become the first in a series of stories set in the same fictional library system. And, most importantly, with no idea that in the space of a year, I’d be able to witness what I’d written become available to the world.
I’ll be honest. When I see my book available for sale, I kind of feel like a fierce warrior. I feel like I’ve conquered an army, or at least successfully raided the far border of Bookland, surrounded all the while by my loyal, invaluable tribe of friends.
I feel like an Amazon, albeit one with both boobs (generally) covered.
I know there are more battles to come, some of which I may lose. But I’ll always have this first taste of victory to hearten me, no matter what happens in the future.
Tomorrow, I resume my normal life of sitting slumped in front of a computer screen in pajamas. But today…today, I celebrate.*
*NOTE: By celebrate, I mean highlight the smuttiest parts of other people’s books on my Kindle, since that is pretty much my favorite activity in the world.