Olivia Evans

Hi everyone!

I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t believe it’s already February! Usually this time of year I’m daydreaming about grass lawns, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the sound of my favorite bands lulling me into a euphoric state with their live performances. Ahhhh concert season, how I love thee.

This year, however, it’s not concert season that has my attention in February. This year it’s all about spanx, bad hair, and poor fashion choices. Yes, awards season is here.

What am I blathering on about? Well in honor of awards season, for the month of February, Hollywood & Vine will be on sale for $1.99!!!

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Don’t miss any of the fun this month!!!

• Sunday, February 8th – 2015 BAFTA Film Awards
• Saturday, February 14th – 2015 Writers Guild Awards
• Saturday, February 14th – Cinema Audio Society Awards
• Sunday, February 15th – 2015 American Cinematographers Awards
• Sunday, February 15th – Motion Picture Sound Editors Awards
• Tuesday, February 17th – Final Oscar voting ends at 5 p.m. PT
• Tuesday, February 17th – Costume Designers Guild Awards
• Saturday, February 21st – 2015 Independent Spirit Awards
• Sunday, February 22nd – 87th Academy Awards begins at 4 p.m. PT

 

Hi you guys! I hope the new year has treated everyone well! As for me, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of writing again. Which is fine when you don’t have to bother with basic necessities like eating, sleeping, and functioning like a living breathing human being.  LAME. Anyway, I have lots to say. If I can stop chasing shiny things for a few minutes I might actually mention them all.

Just to be on the safe side though, I’m going to make a quick list of the things you SHOULD find in this post. If I miss something, pretend I didn’t then make fun of me about it in private. LOL

1. A HUGE THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL BOOK BLOGGERS THAT PROMOTED HOLLYWOOD & VINE.

2. Signed autographed copies.

3. Vegas baby.

4. Giving shit away.

5. What I’m working on.

6. Book trailer.

Pfffttt I can totally handle remembering five things.

*blinks*

lulz… well this is awkward. What I meant was….

We have now concluded the gif portion of this post…maybe. DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THE SHINY THINGS? Tumblr=ruining productivity one gif at a time.

Okay. Let’s get down to bidness. I want to once again thank all the bloggers who took the time to read, promote, and review Hollywood & Vine. Without their help, I truly believe the past month would have turned out much differently. Also I would like to give a special thank to Christine at Shh, Mom’s Reading. She swooped in like my fairy godmother and literally made things happen for me. She’s an amazing person and I am so honored to call her my friend.

Below is the list of awesome blogs that pimped me like a hooker working Hollywood Blvd. You guys should check out their pages for recs and giveaways!

In no particular order….

Becca the Bibliophile
A Book Whore’s Obsession
Lit Slave
As the Pages Turn
Whirlwindbooks
Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog
Smokin Hot Book Blog
Rosie’s Book Heaven
BJ’s Reviews
#TheBookNerdLife
Booked Every Night
Books Books Books
Group Therapy Book Blog
Who Picked THis?
Sugar and Spice Book Reviews
The Book Gurus
A One-click Addict’s Book Blog
All Romance Reviews
Wolfel’s World of Books
Fandemonium Network
The Book Bellas
Jackie’s Book Reviews
Red Cheeks Reads
Love Bites and Silk
Three Chicks and Their Books
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
Book Bitches Blog
Mean Girls Luv Books
Swoon Worthy Books
Teahoney’s Book Cafe
Books and Fandom
The Readers Corner
Shh Moms Reading

SIGNED COPIES OF HOLLYWOOD & VINE

Yes, yes I know. Some of you are like, Liv…

I have been sailing down the river of lazy on my fail boat for weeks now. BUT if you check back here tomorrow afternoon, there will be a link and all the information you need to purchase an autographed copy. YAY!

VEGAS BABY!!!

Brace yourself…I’ve been invited to the LoveNVegas 2015 author’s signing. Why you ask? I honestly have no idea. It probably had something to do with feeding doctored Ramen noodles to Ellie who runs the event. Doctored noodles aside, it’s going to be a blast and there are TONS of amazing authors attending and DUH it’s Vegas. Y’all know you wanna come get crazy with me. I solemnly swear to be up to no good. And when it’s over I’ll only have one question.

But seriously. Come. Hang out. It’ll be fun. Promise. lulz

GIVING SHIT AWAY!!

So this was actually the reason I came here to post. But then shiny things happened and well, ya know. Anyway, for those of you who didn’t know, I published Hollywood & Vine exactly one month ago. I can’t believe how fast the time has flown by!! So I thought I’d do a flash giveaway. Here’s the deal. Tomorrow at 8:00PM I’m going to randomly pick THREE reviews on Amazon and send those reviewers a signed copy of Hollywood & Vine along with some swagggggg. Wut wut?!? So if you haven’t posted your review on Amazon, do by 8:00 tomorrow night! I want to hear your thoughts!

WHAT I’M WORKING ON

The name of my next book is called Brooklyn & Beale. The book takes places about a year after the ending of Hollywood & Vine and will feature several of those characters. For anyone who wanted to know what Josie & Anders have been up to, you’ll find out soon! I plan to release Brooklyn & Beale in June 2015 so keep a look out!

BOOK TRAILER

Man, oh man. Heather Maven really outdid herself with this one. GAH I love it so much. If you haven’t had the pleasure of viewing it…repeatedly…then please to be doing so immediately. You won’t regret it, I swear.

Look at me remembering ALL THE THINGS!! WOOT! lol Thank you guys for all your support and harassment. My days would be dull and boring without your texts from last night tweets about public nudity. You guys are my people.

 

Until next time!!

 

~Liv

Sup. Is everyone going to be singing Red Hot Chili Peppers for the rest of the day now? Awesome. You’re welcome. 🙂 So in my last post I told you guys I had some pretty sweet news to share. Well, don’t get your hopes up, because that’s not what this post is about. I’m not done torturing you guys with the knowledge that I have something I’m stupid excited to tell, but won’t just yet because…..

Anyway, back to the subject at hand: giving it away. And by it I mean 3 ebooks, 2 Hollywood & Vine Swag packs, and one lucky winner will receive a brand new Kindle Touch. I don’t even have one of those, just sayin.

Here’s the deal.

Tomorrow, follow this link for a chance to win some amazing giveaways. I’m not asking for you to do a lot – maybe tweet a message, sign up for blog posts or buy my book!

Ebooks will be awarded at the close of the giveaway and swag packs will be mailed on January 2nd.

To be eligible for the grand prize of a Kindle Touch, you’ll need to follow the instructions through Rafflecopter, then email proof of purchase of a Hollywood & Vine ebook to hollywoodandvinegiveaway@gmail.com. 

All pre orders as well as purchases during the duration of the giveaway are eligible. Ebooks are currently available through Amazon. They will also be available on Barnes & Nobel soon. Right now I’m staring at my account like….  

It should be available soon, so just keep checking here.  

The grand prize winner will be announced on Jan 1st and the Kindle Touch will be shipped January 2nd.

Okay, I think that’s it! I hope you enjoy the book! I’ll be hiding, drinking, and breathing into a brown paper bag like the wino I am!

 

Until next time!

~Liv

 

 

Hi guys! So this is the post where I’m supposed to promote my book. I’m supposed to post the prologue and go on and on about how you should totally buy my awesome book because it’s totally awesome. I’m supposed to post a picture of the beautiful cover Jada D’Lee Designs made (it really is gorgeous) and try my best to woo you with my words. I will do all of these things mind you, but I will feel like a tool the entire time. I understand all of these things are necessary to successfully promote a book.  I understand that I am shooting myself in the foot by not being more aggressive in my marketing efforts. I know ALL of this, but oh my god I hate it so much.  Do you guys know what goes through my mind when I think about all of these things I need to do? You got it. That damn evil monkey. He’s all like….

Here’s the thing. I love to write. That’s all I want to do. But if I want to be successful at this, if I want to actually make money so I can quit my day job and write full time, promotion is a necessary evil. A closet dwelling, evil monkey on my back. Sigh. I will make you this promise though. If you follow me on twitter, facebook, or subscribe to my posts here, I won’t stop being me. I will continue to be ridiculous. I will continue to stick my foot in my mouth. I will talk about things that are never appropriate. Because that is who I am. So the evil monkey can go suck coconuts.

I do, however,  have some pretty sweet news to share with you guys. I’m just not going to tell you now because I have a reputation to uphold as an evil overlord. MAWAHAHAHHA. Suckers. Without further ado, blah blah blah promotion. BUY MY BOOK! lol But seriously..buy it. Please. Also, I have more to say at the bottom so READ IT.

My lovely cover:

The Prologue:

On the second floor of an exclusive restaurant, a private party was in full swing. Music pulsed through the speakers, distorting the scattered conversations with its thumping bass. In the back of the dimly lit room, Josie Bane leaned against the wall. Her gaze flitted around the room, moving over the sea of random faces with amusement. Actors and studio employees slowly meshed, alcohol erasing the line between filthy rich and hired help. The subtle graze of a finger against bare skin here, a sultry smile and lust-filled gaze there.

It was a room filled with one-night stands and morning after regret. Fantasies brought to life by alcohol and loneliness. Josie was the one exception. She had no illusions of a fairytale ending. She wanted one thing from one man. When it was over, she’d walk away without regret. Just like he would.

Josie sipped her drink as the object of her intentions came into view. He stood among a circle of people with relaxed shoulders and an easy smile. With one hand inside his pants pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne, the casual observer might believe him to be completely at ease.

For Josie, however, the predatory gleam in his eyes as he scanned the crowd was unmistakable. In a final move to calm her nerves, Josie finished her champagne and straightened her shoulders. If everything went according to plan, his search would be over soon.

She remembered the first time she had laid eyes on Anders Ellis. He’d strolled past her to the set, his black hair purposely messy, his dark blue eyes full of mischief, and his dimpled grin portraying an innocence he didn’t possess. He was cool confidence and smooth swagger, and his appearance caused the entire crew to fall silent. It was obvious he loved the attention.

Josie disliked him instantly. His good looks and cockiness made her face twist with annoyance whenever she thought of him. His treatment of the crew and cast members was degrading at best. So Josie did what any sane person would: she became an invisible presence. She went great lengths to see that his costumes arrived on time, the material pressed and wrinkle free. Admittedly, it was no small feat. Anders tended to be a little more than high maintenance.

Everything changed the day Josie stood at the back of a closed set while he filmed a sex scene. Her thighs clenched at the memory of how he pushed off the bed after the director yelled cut. How he adjusted the tight cock sock while walking away from his costar still panting on the bed. The way he smirked at the women staring with uncensored lust. She also remembered the sounds coming from his trailer later that day when he and his costar had a private encore performance.

Shame and excitement heated Josie’s skin as she thought about what she had done later that night. She had replayed the scene of him thrusting against his costar as she slid her fingers under the edge of her panties. In this scenario, however, it was hersweat-slicked body being licked, sucked, and pushed over the edge of oblivion.

It was the first of many fantasies starring Anders during the months that followed. Unable to deny her attraction any longer, Josie accepted her desire to make at least one of those fantasies come true.

She glanced at her watch and pulled in a deep breath. It was now or never. Leaving the now empty glass on a table, she smoothed her hair and pushed through the crowd.

On the other side of the room, Anders sipped his drink and checked the time. One more hour and he could leave. The pickings for finding someone to fuck were slim. There were plenty of attractive women around, but he’d slept with most of them and he never went against his motto.

Anders Ellis doesn’t do repeats.

He sighed when the sound of clicking heels approached from his right. He fixed his face with a smile and turned, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl approaching him. Long, light brown sun-kissed hair fell over her shoulders. The neckline of her top dipped between her breasts, revealing the soft swell underneath, and her short skirt showcased legs meant to wrap around his waist.

He had no idea how he had missed her.

“Hi.” Her full lips pulled back into a gorgeous smile. He wanted to see those lips around his cock as he wrapped his hands in her long hair. Her light blue eyes were clear, a sure sign she wasn’t drunk.

“Hey,” he answered, not bothering to hide the way his gaze lingered on her chest.

“I’m Josie,” she offered, extending her hand. She didn’t bother pretending to care about his staring. She wanted him to imagine her naked.

“Anders. But I’m guessing you knew that.” He grinned and shook her hand.

She smiled indulgently. It was no secret that he was a conceited asshole, but she wasn’t interested in stimulating conversation. The stimulation that Josie sought involved very little talking.

“Yes. I worked on set since filming started. Actually, before then.”

His brows lifted in surprise. Again he wondered how he had missed such a sweet piece of ass over the last several months.

“You worked on set? What did you do?” he asked, curious, but not really. He was more interested in knowing so he could keep an eye out for people in her position, in case they all looked as fuckable as her.

“I’m Craig Peters’ Costume Supervisor.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “That’s why I don’t remember you. Wardrobe was the one thing I didn’t have to ride anyone’s ass about.” His eyes dropped lower as his mind lingered on exactly what it would be like to ride her ass. “Pity.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want people thinking you’ve gone soft by letting me slide. You do have a reputation to uphold,” she pointed out with a playful smile, the innuendo unmistakable.

“Baby”―he chuckled, stepping closer―“I assure you there’s nothing soft about me.”

Humming, she pursed her lips and raised her chin, seemingly unconvinced by his declaration. Thankfully he couldn’t hear the way her heart rate spiked when his eyes dropped to her mouth and his tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He cocked his brow, unable to hide his amusement at the idea of anyone doubting his sexual abilities.

Curling her finger, Josie beckoned him closer. When he lowered his head, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she spoke. “Maybe you should convince me.”

In less than five minutes, they entered the manager’s office at the back of the restaurant. With his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against his chest. Their kisses were demanding and rough, their movements frantic as the barriers of clothing fell to the floor.

“This,” he panted, removing her shirt, “has to go.”

He palmed her tit with a firm grip, eliciting a strangled moan from her parted lips. Not one to be outdone, Josie combed her fingers through his jet-black hair, then scraped her nails down his neck.

“Fuck.” He flexed his fingers, groaning as he lowered his head and grazed his teeth over her nipple. “They’re real.”

“Not…something…you see often?” she asked between kisses while unfastening his belt and flicking his pants open.

“Not often enough.” Stepping back to remove his shirt, he took a moment to appreciate the slight flare of her hips, the smooth curve of her waist, and the way her tits moved as she drew in heavy, labored breaths.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?” Josie unzipped her skirt. The material fell to the floor, leaving her in just panties and heels.

Anders pulled a condom from his pocket and tore it open with his teeth, never breaking their stare. Pushing down his boxers, his cock jerked when he stroked it once before sheathing himself.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

Not bothering to look away from what she wanted most, Josie sucked in a ragged breath. Anticipation caused her heart to pound as he stalked across the room. “Yeah, hell yeah.”

Anders’ gaze landed on a tattoo peeking out from the top of her panties. The image of his tongue tracing the outline caused his throat to tighten. “What’s this?” he asked, falling to his knees and pulling the lacy material away for a better view.

“A tattoo.” Her muscles tightened from his touch.

“What is it?” He tugged her panties down and traced his tongue over the outline before nipping at her hipbone.

“Oh God,” she whimpered. “It’s ivy.” Her hips bucked as his tongue, so close to where she ached for him, teased her skin. She squirmed, weaving her fingers into his hair and tugging as he stood, licking and sucking her hot flesh along the way.

He kissed her neck and slid his hand between their bodies. Pressing his palm between her legs, he slipped two fingers inside her. He twisted his hand and rubbed his palm against sensitive and swollen flesh until her legs shook and her nails cut indentations into his shoulders.

With a sexy moan, she stiffened. Her neck arched as the tension in her body exploded and she sagged against the wall with a shuddering sigh.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned, his cock throbbing and rock hard. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her body until her legs wrapped around his waist and her back hit the wall with a thud, just like he’d imagined. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“You better not be,” she whispered before nipping his earlobe.

He rubbed himself over her slickened entrance before driving into her in one long, smooth stroke. His eyes rolled back when she clenched around him. There was no kissing, no talking, only panting breaths and low grunts as his hips thrust forward again and again. He slid his hands under her ass and bent his knees, his pants barely staying on as he pulled her away from the wall and dropped her onto him.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her legs tightening around him. Her eyes pinched shut as he tortured her over and over with the most pleasurable pain. A final hard stroke of slapping skin and Anders fell forward, Josie’s back slamming into the wall once more as his hips jerked and he pulsed inside her.

“Jesus,” he gasped. He gripped her painfully, his heart pounding as he rested his forehead against her shoulder and tried to calm his erratic breathing.

Josie hummed in response, her body freshly-fucked limp and her skin flushed from exertion. Anders lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking as she stood.

Smug, he watched her struggle as he rolled off the condom. He pulled up his pants and fastened them, his mind already wandering beyond the room, curious if anyone had noticed his absence.

Josie pulled in a deep breath. Her post-orgasm high mixed with the alcohol she consumed earlier made her sluggish as she crouched to retrieve her clothes. A smile lingered on her lips as she stepped into her skirt. That was so much better than her fantasies. She tugged on her shirt and tried not to inhale the scent of his cologne clinging to the material.

Anders alternated between watching her dress and wondering how soon he could leave without being a complete asshole. Not that he cared; it wasn’t like he planned on asking for her number. What Anders didn’t realize was that Josie expected nothing.

Anders cleared his throat, his expression impassive as Josie lifted her gaze. She would have laughed at the way his demeanor changed from dangerous predator to cornered prey if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“So thanks,” he said with a shrug as he inched toward the door.

Josie smiled. It was saccharine sweet and one hundred percent fake. “It was my pleasure.”

Anders gripped the door handle and checked the time while Josie crossed the room and poured a shot from the bar. She wasn’t interested in an awkward goodbye either. More than anything, she wished he’d be the dick he was and leave already.

“I should go first in case anyone is looking for me.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but his tone gave him away. It held that familiar air of superiority, the one he used on the set when he expected people to do as he said, no questions asked.

“Sure,” Josie nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ll hang back for a few minutes. You’re not the only one with a reputation to uphold.” She moved to the desk and eased herself into the chair, fighting to contain her amusement as Anders watched her with narrowed eyes.

He wasn’t sure what she had up her sleeve, but she was up to something. In his mind, his dismissal should have bothered her. The alternative was that she did this often, which he supposed was possible. Still, he couldn’t help feeling pissed by how unbothered she appeared. So in true Anders Ellis fashion, he acted like a dick.

“Right. You wouldn’t want your next lead actor to know he’ll be following up behind me. It might make him reluctant.”

“Exactly,” she agreed with an even tone and blank expression. “It would be cruel to give the poor guy a complex.”

Anders smirked. She was mocking him. What he said, however, was true: no guy wanted to be compared to Anders. Pulling open the door, he peeked down the hall, relieved to find it empty. He looked back at Josie who was sipping her drink, her expression still mocking. His eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt, taking one last look at her fuck-hot legs.

“Thanks again, Ivy.” He chuckled, slipping out the door and closing it behind him.

“See ya, Anders.”

Downing the rest of her drink, Josie stood and crossed the room. Copying Anders, she peeked down the hall before slipping out of the office. After a brief stop by the ladies’ room, she ventured back into the party.

Anders shifted his weight and shook hands with the director before checking the hallway once more. He tried to ignore the cute blonde next to him who had pounced when he reentered the room. For a moment he wondered if he’d missed Josie when movement to his right caught his attention. She entered the main room, stopping when she reached a pretty redhead. Josie leaned into the girl, eliciting a smile from her before they shared a hug and Josie walked out the front door.

She didn’t look back once.

“You want to grab another drink?” the blonde asked, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. Anders glanced at the door once before turning to the blonde and giving her a smile that was certain to land him a blow job.

“Sure,” he answered, the girl sliding into a cab outside already forgotten.

An hour later, away from the crowd and pulsing music, Josie fell onto her bed. Her mind and body still felt like Jell-O from the combination of top-shelf liquor and mind-blowing wall sex. He was every bit the asshole she’d expected. However, with the memory of flexed abs, strained muscles, and being filled to the point of pain still fresh in her mind, she couldn’t muster the energy to care. It wasn’t like she expected to see him again.

But that was the funny thing about life: it rarely gave a shit about expectations.

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Ugh, I’m sure there is more I need to say, but I’ll just do it in the next post since you guys are stuck with me. Sorry. lulz, I’m not sorry.

 

Until next time!

~Liv

 

Hi guys! If you’re wondering about the title, here’s what happened. I stared at the blinking cursor in the title box for far longer than I’m willing to admit, and the only thing I could come up with was “Coming Soon!” To anyone else that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but to someone who has the mind of a fifteen year old boy, it made me giggle-snort.

For this very reason, I expressed my concerns to friends about having my own website. They told me I’d be fine, encouraged me even. Clearly they wanted this train wreck to happen so they could have a good laugh. I hope they pee in their pants.

Anyway, for those of you who don’t know me and are actually reading this post, I wanted to take a second to introduce myself.

Hi.

Phew, I’m glad that’s over. Just kidding!! I’m Olivia, but most of my friends call me Liv or Livie. I answer to both. Vanilla is my favorite flavor of ice cream, but because I’m not normal, I eat it with Fritos Scoops. I also lack a verbal filter, everything I’ve written so far is proof of that. When I’m not putting my foot in my mouth, I’m listing to music or diving into the black hole that is Buzzfeed. I waste so much time taking ridiculous quizzes about ridiculous things, but how else would I know which Pitch Perfect character I am?? It’s the little things, you know? I’m Chloe, by the way.

On a more serious note, please don’t expect this to last long, I thought I’d share some other things about me. Oscar Wilde was my soul mate in another life. I could spend all day reading anything and everything by him. His quotes cover every single mood and feeling I’ve ever experienced.

I love horror books. There’s something about that rush of adrenaline when your eyes are wide, your heart is pounding, and every little thing makes you jump ten feet in the air.  That being said, I love to fall in love with characters. There is nothing more satisfying than reading about flawed characters finding their way to redemption. May it be a hero winning a battle in a fantasy novel, or a broken guy falling in love and becoming whole. I love the journey.

Hollywood & Vine is my first venture at publishing. I’m so nervous there are times I can’t breathe if I think about it too long.  I’ve been very fortunate to be surrounded by a group of amazing people who have gone above and beyond to help me find my way. I still stumble, but I’m slowly finding my footing.  On December 15, the ebook for Hollywood and Vine will be live. I’m hoping to have the paperback copy available on that date as well, but that’s not 100% set in stone. I’ll post more information about that later. For now, this is me saying hello. So hello. I’m going to end this post now before it become ridiculous…er.

Until next time!

xoxo

~Liv