BioOlivia’s stories follow their own path and are filled with real characters, extremely hot men (of course), addicting storylines, and vivid sex scenes. Olivia has been an avid reader since she was knee-high to a grasshopper and writes the kind of books she likes to read.
She has a degree in Fine Art and spent her early years with a paintbrush in her hand more often than a pen. After graduating college and getting a “real job,” Olivia spent ten years in the business world before realizing that she wasn’t happy. She and her husband fired their jobs, sold their house, and bought a travel trailer to wander around the USA in search of a life they wanted to live. On a dusty back road, in the middle of nowhere, she started writing her first story… and hasn’t stopped.
She loves backpacking, SCUBA diving, hanging out in backyards with friends (preferably with a glass of red wine) and dancing like a maniac in the privacy of her bedroom. Most days she runs on caffeine and inappropriate thoughts. She does not like: underwire, people who tear you down, bad coffee (blah!), or raisins in her cookies.
Olivia is constantly writing and is always working on new books. If you love reading romance and would like to know when her new books are available, join Olivia’s Hot and Steamy Book Lovers at: http://www.OliviaSavage.com/free
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The Art of Hanky Panky Olivia Savage
What would you do if a hot, rich, famous artist asked you to pose for one of his painting? ...And, by the way, did I mention you'd have to be naked? Completely, 100%, nothing to hide those love handles, nude. Honestly, it's mortifying enough to stand naked in front of my own mirror, but to do it in the same room with my mind-blowingly hot, totally off-limits art instructor? This is so not something that I, June Cooper, had planned for this college semester. What I should be focusing on is working my butt off to pull in awesome grades and get into my choice of law schools. No distractions allowed. Especially if they come with male parts attached. Aside from just being dumped, a waistline that inexplicably keeps growing (damn you, chocolate cake!), and a highly developed caffeine