San Antonio, TX. Reading and writing were her passions from a very
young age. At the age of 7, she submitted her first short story as a class
assignment. The story went on to be posted in the school halls by the
principal, and that sparked her to explore her writing talents. Initially, she
had dreams of becoming a teacher when she grew up, but the twist and
turns of life brought her right back to writing. Currently living in Florida with
her 10 year-old son, she has decided to make a career out of writing.Other
than a blog and a few articles written for a website, Olivia is a newbie to
the industry. Jaded Hearts is her first published novel. Olivia’s writing style
takes after her personality in a big way. Her sometimes sarcastic, and
usually humorous tone comes across in her stories. In reality, she prefers
to laugh her way through even the toughest of situations. Life has taught
her that laughing helps to feel better faster. You can cry and complain, but
no one really wants to see that.
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About Olivia's book Jaded Hearts, The Club:
24 year-old Jade Spencer is at a crossroads. She has spent her entire life living under the shadow of someone else's rule. First, her controlling grandmother, who unwillingly inherited the job of raising her and her brother Drew. Then, her fiance Evan, who was also controlling. Notice a theme? Now she is ready to live life by her own rules. She breaks it off with her shady fiance, and packs her bags for good. What better place to follow your dreams and desires than New York City? With help from her Aunt Vivian; her cousin Jackie; a new place; new job, and new experiences waiting, she intends to live life to the fullest. But, things turn tricky when two fated encounters both lead to powerful emotions.
Julian Garza is the most desirable, and haunting man Jade has ever met. He sets her on fire from their very first chance encounter. Jade finds him totally irresistible, and promptly falls under his spell. But there is a dark shadow attached to Julian that leaves Jade hesitant, and has her aunt telling her to run.
John Benson is the perfect man. A handsome, successful lawyer; John provides a friendship like no other, and a love that Jade has never known. For the first time she feels truly loved, but we all know there is no such thing as perfect.
So you have a not so classic love triangle, with a hint of mystery. What could possibly be the problem? Jade doesn't believe in love, and lives by denial. Being abandoned by her mother at a young age has left her with a hard shell around her heart, and an even harder time letting her feelings show. As she tries to find herself through her new relationships, Jade learns the hard way that sometimes intentions mean everything, and nothing at all. Will she find love or will she leave a trail of jaded hearts? Love, secrets, and lies are all on the menu.
He grinned and rose to clear the table and I helped him as he loaded his dishwasher.
My pasta and wine fix had a firm hold on me and I lounged languidly on his couch listening to John Mayer. My John was pouring himself another glass of wine.
“OK, so your dad is part Italian, what was the other part? What about your mom?”I asked.
He came and lifted my legs so that he could sit on the couch and laid my legs down across his lap. By now he had removed his black tie and undone the top two buttons on his shirt.
“Well, my grandfather was from Boston and his family was from England, but like way back in the Tea Party days. My mom is good ole apple pie from Virginia.”
I closed my eyes swaying my head to the music as he talked. I loved listening to his voice. “So are your parents here in NY?”
I felt him lean forward as he placed his glass on the table.
“Yep they live out on the island. You can meet them at their upcoming anniversary dinner. That is if you come.”
I sat up and scooted over to him sitting on his lap using the arm of the couch to rest my back. “If I am invited then I will go.”
He smiled as I stroked his cheek with my fingers. We sat in silence for a while as Slow Dancing in a Burning Room played on. There was something about him that made me want to get in his skin when we were close like this. It was like half of me was happy to sit here as he held me in his lap but the other half wanted to rip his clothes off. He grabbed the hand that was
stroking his face and kissed each finger but then began to slowly suck each one.
I leaned towards him and cupped his face with my other hand and moved my fingers away and replaced them with my mouth. Even though I was full of pasta I was still hungry for him and he tasted so good. He held me by my head as he began a tantalizing seduction of my tongue. I enjoyed as he caressed my tongue and lips with his. I straddled his lap and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and stroked his chest.
“Someone’s being naughty.” I whispered into his ear. He nipped at my bottom lip and grabbed onto my waist while rubbing and massaging my hips and thighs.
“Yeah, I was a bad boy today.” His expression was of a defiant little boy. I scowled in mock anger.
“You were? Now you know bad boys get punished.” I could feel his body shudder underneath me as his anticipation increased.
Zero to sixty!
“I know and I was very very bad. I had dirty thoughts about you all day.” He admitted. I was getting way too turned on.
“Well, now you know you’re really in trouble. Dirty thoughts? How should I punish you?”
He groaned as I licked and nibbled at his neck and made my way to a little pointed nipple that I bit ever so lightly.
“Yes, bad boys-” I lightly slapped his mouth before he could finish.
“Shush! I don’t want to hear a peep out of you!” I hissed my disapproval and his eyes blazed with desire.
“Now you have to beg for it.”
I wasn’t sure what punishment he was looking for, and while it may be fun I wasn’t ready to start spanking him or tying him up at this time. He nodded in acceptance of his assigned punishment.
“Please let me taste you.”
His body writhed against mine and I could feel his rock hard erection against the back of my thigh.“Please let you taste me where?” I grabbed his face lightly as I demanded an answer.
“Please let me taste your sweet pussy!”
Should I be afraid that I am getting into this?
“So, you want to taste my pussy? I don’t think you’ve done enough begging. Unzip your pants.” He instantly obeyed my order.
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