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Olivia Dade | Not-So-Easy Rider


Ready to Fall
Olivia Dade

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Lovestruck Librarians #4

July 2016
On Sale: June 21, 2016
Featuring: Sarah Mayhew; Chris
ISBN: B015VA3MQC
EAN: 9781616509408
Kindle: B015VA3MQC
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Also by Olivia Dade:
Spoiler Alert, October 2020
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Ready to Fall, July 2016
Mayday, May 2016
My Reckless Valentine, January 2016

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“I need to learn to ride a bike.” Sarah didn’t try to hide her grimace. “By the middle of next week. Even though riding one of those things is basically daring God to smite me.”

That’s the opening of READY TO FALL, my fourth Lovestruck Librarians book. Now, I will freely admit that my heroine, Sarah Mayhew, has a flair for hyperbole. She’s earned her nickname DQ (for Drama Queen) among her friends honestly. But in this instance…well…

I can’t help but agree with her.

My mother taught elementary school for many years, and—to my dismay—she used to tell her kids three main stories about me. They were cautionary tales, or maybe reassurance that however delayed her students might be in learning certain skills, they certainly couldn’t be as laggardly as her younger daughter. Occasionally, she’ll also tell the same stories to friends, acquaintances, restaurant servers, grocery checkers, random pedestrians, etc.

“Olivia didn’t learn to tie her shoes for years! She claimed the invention of Velcro made shoe-tying skills unnecessary. She made the same argument about digital clocks and her inability to read analog clocks. And you would not believe how old she was before she learned to ride her bike!”

Thanks, Mom.

Sometimes, she’ll say I was nine before I learned. Which is a total lie, since I was definitely no older than eight, maybe eight and a half.

Here’s the thing: Bicycles are freaking scary. They’re tall, precariously balanced, prone to picking up an alarming degree on speed on downhill stretches, and basically instruments of death. As a child, I did finally learn to ride mine, but I never really enjoyed it. And as I got older and gained access to a car, I abandoned my ancient two-wheeler without looking back.

Then I met my husband, who competed in long-distance bike races in his native Sweden, as well as an Iron Man Triathlon. When we started dating, I attempted to be a good sport. I bought the cheapest possible bicycle—“I don’t want hand brakes! I want to pedal backward to stop, just like when I was a kid!”—and hit the road with him.

Not literally. But that was more a matter of chance than skill.

My husband, bless his heart, took me out to a winding country lane, surrounded by farmland and silos. The problem: To get to said country lane, we needed to bike a stretch along a very heavily-traveled two-lane highway without a real shoulder. One utilized by eighteen-wheelers.

Long story short: I wobbled, I got (rightfully) reprimanded by the long blast of a truck driver’s horn, and I was terrified.

My now-husband: “Maybe we should have chosen a different road for the beginning.”

Me: “You think?”

But it was too late. I was already scarred for life.

The good news for my husband is that while I no longer want to perch my ample ass atop a tiny triangle of hard plastic and wheel down the road, I do enjoy watching cycling. On my couch, reassuringly close to the ground. So every year, the two of us bond over the Tour de France—the team tactics, the individual heroics, and the beautiful scenery. (Unlike my husband, I also consider the sight of dozens of very fit men in shiny, tight outfits an integral part of that gorgeous view.)

My cycling fears do rear their ugly heads in the mountain stages, however. I can’t watch the riders descend a mountain in the Alps or Pyrenees. Who can blame me? They reach insane speeds, using every inch of the roads as they wrestle their bikes around tight corners with sheer drops one small mistake away. I can’t look. I worry too much, and I have no desire to see anyone hurt or killed.

Yes, I’m a wuss. But we’d already established that, hadn’t we?

So is my heroine Sarah. But in the end, she earns an ample reward for her determination in finally learning how to ride a bike. The expert she finds to teach her, Chris Dean, turns out to be the taciturn man-beast of her dreams. But since I already have my own personal hero at home, I think I can do without polishing my own bike skills for the foreseeable future.

Sorry, nature. I’ll just have to see you on a walk or from a car. Or from behind a window in my air-conditioned house, because really? Bugs and pollen are also overrated. But that’s the subject for another blog post.

READY TO FALL by Olivia Dade

Lovestruck Librarians #4

Ready to Fall

Elementary school teacher and part-time librarian Sarah Mayhew has the perfect plan: show off her cycling skills at her school's bike retreat and attract her oblivious coworker in the process. Her end game? Fall in love. Only one problem: she needs to find someone to teach her how to ride a bike pronto. But when she catches sight of Chris Dean's gorgeous physique, her best laid plans are about to go off track . . .

Chris is not looking for a girlfriend. He's getting over his last one by focusing on his bike repair business. So when a feisty, sexy schoolteacher urges him to help improve her cycling skills, he does it strictly for the money. He vows he won't repeat history, even for a blond bombshell like Sarah. But when the two find themselves alone on the road, they can't help taking a detour straight into each other's arms . . .

Romance Contemporary [Lyrical Press, On Sale: June 21, 2016, e-Book, ISBN: 9781616509408 / eISBN: 9781616509408]

About Olivia Dade

Olivia Dade

While I was growing up, my mother kept a stack of books hidden in her closet. She told me I couldn'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 "manhood"? 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's manhood?

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. I have a similar reaction to romances involving spinsters, governesses, and librarians. 2) His manhood. Also, her womanhood. 3) It's his "hard length," sometimes compared in terms of rigidity to iron. I prefer to use other names for it in my own writing. However, I am not picky when it comes to descriptions of iron-hard lengths. At least in romances. 4) Because explaining how an orgasm feels can prove difficult. Or maybe the couples all had sex on New Year's Eve at Cancun.

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't matter. I loved them all.

Now I'm writing my own romances with the encouragement of my husband and daughter. I found a kick-ass agent: Jessica Alvarez from Bookends, LLC. I have my own stack of books in my closet that I'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.

So thank you, Mom, for perving so hard on pirates during my childhood. I owe you.

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Comments

3 comments posted.

Re: Olivia Dade | Not-So-Easy Rider

This sounds delightful! Love the interview! Will be reading!
(Kathleen Bylsma 5:26pm June 22, 2016)

I love the interview, Ms. Dade. I too have major issues with
bike riding; I have terrible balance. I will be picking up
"Ready to Fall" to go along with your other "Lovestruck
Librarians" books as soon as I can.
(Edward Washington 11:02pm June 22, 2016)

Hi, Kathleen and Edward!

I actually commented in response to both of you last
night; I'm not quite sure what happened. But I'm so glad
you enjoyed the post, and if you read READY TO FALL, I
hope you love it. And Edward--you should have seen the
time I attempted yoga. It was, um, not inspiring. :-)

Hugs,
Olivia
(Olivia Dade 10:14am June 24, 2016)

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