How far would you go to find yourself?
That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
All Olivia has ever wanted to do is live and make mistakes, but her preacher father has made that impossible. She believes that her years at college will be her ticket into the real world and her chance to be wild and spontaneous.
But she’s never been able to do it on her own.
At the start of her sophomore year, she only has four things crossed off her Live List, but that’s all about to change thanks to a chance encounter with Trace Wentworth. She’s about to learn that there’s more to this reformed bad boy than just his looks and panty dropping smile.
Trace can’t explain what it is that draws him to Olivia.
All he knows is that he wants to get to know the girl with the sad smile but sparkle in her eyes.When she tells him about her list, he knows that this is his chance to get to know Olivia Owens. Trace is determined to show Olivia that she can do all the things she’s ever wanted to do. So, he begins to help her cross things off her list, even the more outlandish requests.
What happens along the way is more than what Olivia or Trace ever expected.
Love, laughs, and a list.
That’s the name of the game when you’re Finding Olivia.
Life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.
All Olivia Owens wanted to do is to live and be free – something her preacher father forbids her to do. So the moment she steps out of the house and went to college, she made herself a list.
Things I want to do:
1. Get DrunkCan you imagine what her childhood might be like not to experience some of these ‘basic’ stuffs? I feel kinda sad for her. She had crossed off only FOUR from the list, being shy, it’s hard for her to do something spontaneous and out of this world. Even with her best friend Avery who seemed to be living life to the fullest.
2. Fly in a hot air balloon
3. Go to the carnival
4. Go to a concert (even if it’s someone I’ve never heard of)
5. Go to a party
6. Lose my virginity
7. Dance in the rain
8. Go roller skating
9. See the ocean
10. Learn to paint
11. Get a dog… or a cat… or a rabbit. Any pet will do.
12. Sing in front of real people. Avery doesn’t count
13. Make more friends
14. Shoot a gun
15. Smoke
16. Get a tattoo
17. Learn to pole dance
18. Go skinny dipping
19. Pierce my belly button
20. Fall in love
Here comes Trace Wentworth– the gorgeous mechanic who helped her changed her tires and her life. He was someone she didn’t expect to enter her life, an unexpected blessing who motivated her to do more and live life to the fullest. But there is more to this handsome mechanic than what he lets on.
There’s Avery, who is the complete opposite of Olivia. If Olivia is chronically shy, her best friend do and says whatever she wants. I find her adorable, and exactly what Olivia needed. She can be blunt at times, and says the most honest, embarrassing things but when Olivia needs her; she’s a ready shoulder to cry on and would do anything for her friend.
Reading Finding Olivia is an adventure. This story is about an amazing friendship, to die-for mechanic, unexpected love affairs, surprising secrets, unseen twist, gruesome turns, and finally a happy ending for someone who had been through a lot and truly deserved it. I was hooked as I go with Olivia & Trace in crossing off the things in the list one sweet moment at a time.
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Christmas music played softly in the background, and the smell of hot chocolate permeated the air, along with the scent of freshly baked snickerdoodle cookies. Not only could Trace cook, but he could bake as well. Was there anything he couldn’t do?
“How many marshmallows do you want?” He asked from the kitchen.
I sat on the couch and turned so I could watch him. “Are they mini’s?”
“No, the big ones,” he looked up at me, and held the bag aloft, shaking it for emphasis.
“Two, then,” I smiled.
He fixed the hot chocolate in coffee mugs, and added the marshmallows, then carefully carried them to where I was. He placed them on the coffee table and winced. “They’re a little too hot.”
Before he sat down, he went back to the kitchen, to grab the plate of cookies.
He held the plate out to me and I took one of the cookies. It was cooked to perfection and every bite was chewy, just the way I liked them.
“You’re Betty Crocker,” I laughed.
“It’s not like I made them from scratch or anything,” he defended, sitting down beside me so that the sides of our legs touched. “It’s not that difficult to heat up the oven and stick em’ in. You just have to watch them so they don’t burn.”
“They’re delicious,” I finished off the first and reached for a second.
“I’m glad you like them, but you haven’t tried my hot chocolate yet. Now, that I do make from scratch,” he grinned, a cookie crumb sitting on the corner of his mouth.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and licked it away.
When I pulled back, his eyes were closed, and his Adam’s apple was bobbing.
“That wasn’t nice,” he whispered and opened his eyes. The green was light and playful.
He pounced on me and my second cookie fell to the floor as I squealed.
He pressed me into the couch as he hovered above me.
“Fair is fair,” he grinned, pinning my wrists to my sides as I squirmed against him. He bent and licked the side of my mouth in the same spot I had licked his.
“Now we’re even,” he gazed down at me and pressed his hips into mine.
“No, we’re not. I didn’t have any cookie crumbs on my mouth,” I panted.
“I can fix that,” he folded both of my hands into one of his and lifted them above my head. With his free hand, he reached for a cookie. He broke a corner off of one and held it above my mouth, crushing it in his palm, and letting go so that the crumbs covered my mouth and cheeks. I’m pretty sure a few went down my shirt but I wasn’t telling him that.
He appraised his handy work, and before I could come back with something snappy, he covered my mouth with his, sucking the crumbs away.
My body responded and my mouth opened underneath his. I felt his tongue nudge its way inside and I welcomed it. He growled low in his throat and released my hands so his fingers delved into my hair.
I grasped his ears in my hands, forcing him closer to me.
“Olivia,” he gasped my name.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, clutching at his shirt.
Micalea Smeltzer is an author from Virginia. Her name
is pronounced Muh-call-e-uh. She is permanently glued to her computer, where
she constantly writes. She has to listen to music when she writes and has a
playlist for every book she’s ever started. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading a book or playing with her three dogs.
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