About the author

Olivia Dade

<p>While I was growing up, my mother kept a stack of books hidden in her closet. She told me I couldn&#39;t read them. So, naturally, whenever she left me alone for any length of time, I took them out and flipped through them. Those books raised quite a few questions in my prepubescent brain. Namely: 1) Why were there so many pirates? 2) Where did all the throbbing come from? 3) What was a &quot;manhood&quot;? 4) And why did the hero and heroine seem overcome by images of waves and fireworks every few pages, especially after an episode of mysterious throbbing in the hero&#39;s manhood?<br /> <br /> Thirty or so years later, I have a few answers. 1) Because my mom apparently fancied pirates at that time. Now she hoards romances involving cowboys and babies. If a book cover features a shirtless man in a Stetson cradling an infant, her ovaries basically explode and her credit card emerges.&nbsp;2) His manhood. Also, her womanhood. 3) It&#39;s his &quot;hard length,&quot; sometimes compared in terms of rigidity to iron.&nbsp;4) Because explaining how an orgasm feels can prove difficult. Or maybe the couples all had sex on New Year&#39;s Eve at Cancun.<br /> <br /> During those thirty years, I accomplished a few things. I graduated from Wake Forest University and earned my M.A. in American History from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I worked at a variety of jobs that required me to bury my bawdiness and potty mouth under a demure exterior: costumed interpreter at Colonial Williamsburg, high school teacher, and librarian. But I always, always read romances. Funny, filthy, sweet--it didn&#39;t matter. I loved them all.<br /> <br /> Now I&#39;m writing my own romances with the encouragement of my husband and daughter. I have my own stack of books in my closet that I&#39;d rather my daughter not read, at least not for a few years. I can swear whenever I want, except around said daughter. And I get to spend all day writing about love and iron-hard lengths.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> So thank you, Mom, for perving so hard on pirates during my childhood. I owe you.<br /> <br /> If you want to find out more about me or my books, you can sign up for my newsletter (https://go.oliviadade.com/Newsletter); come find me on Twitter (twitter.com/OliviaWrites), Facebook (facebook.com/OliviaDade), and my website (oliviadade.com); or e-mail me at olivia [at] oliviadade.com. I&#39;m always happy to hear from my readers!</p>