RELEASE BOOST
Title: Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set
Series: Trace + Olivia #1-4
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: July 30, 2015
BLURB
Finding Olivia: How far would you go to find yourself?
That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
Chasing Olivia: How far would you go to reignite the
spark you once had? Two years later, Trace and Olivia are as much in love as
they’ve always been. But the spark they once had for life is waning and Trace
is determined that they find it again. His solution? A road trip. But he
doesn’t tell Olivia the real reason they’re heading north.
Tempting Rowan: I’m drowning in the numbness. It’s
pulling me under and I can’t see the surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t
feel. And the longer you pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to
save me. Only he can’t. I have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
Saving Tatum: Even tough girls need saving. Jude
Brooks is bad news. He’s the kind of guy that leaves behind a string of broken
hearts and Tatum O’Connor is not about to be one of those girls, despite all of
Jude’s advances. They have a past, and Tatum’s determined to make sure they
don’t have a future.
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EXCERPT
“No, no, no, no!” I beat my steering wheel with the heel of my hand. “No! You’ve
got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my tire bumping along.
I put my car in park and climbed out to
assess the damage.
My feet crunched on the gravel scattered
alongside the road.
Immediately, the oily burnt smell of my
peeling tire met me.
Calling this a flat tire didn’t do it
justice. This was complete and utter carnage.
I looked behind me, at the trail of tire
pieces leading straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.
It was starting to get dark and this
wasn’t exactly the safest road.
I was also a twenty-year-old girl, ripe
for the picking.
I kicked the side of my car. “I don’t
have time for this!”
I stalked around the back, to the trunk,
lifting it and looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.
Which was pointless because,
unfortunately, I didn’t know the first thing about changing a tire. My father
had made sure that I only knew how to do a woman’s
work.
I slammed the trunk closed and stalked
back to the driver’s side, pulling at the ends of my hair. I glared at the
offending nail, that had to be four inches long, sticking out of the tire. How
many nails did people drive over a day and I was the one to get a flat freakin’
tire?
Not cool.
Not at all.
I opened the door and reached for my phone
to call my roommate to come pick me up.
The sky was darkening and I didn’t want
to be stranded here.
I wrapped my lightweight jacket tighter
around my body, as the wind gusted around me, blowing leaves off of the nearby
trees. I watched the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall down and scatter over
my car. One, unfortunately, got caught in my hair. I reached up and pulled it
out before letting it drift to the ground.
Gravel crunched behind me. I turned
quickly, to see a guy getting out of a black car that looked like something
old, but classic.
I hadn’t even heard him pullover.
I backed a step away, thinking he might
be a murderer, or a rapist.
But when I got a look at his face I was
stunned.
He was tall, with a lean body, but
muscular. He had short, dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes I
had ever seen. Five o’ clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. My eyes
trailed down, over the white t-shirt glued to his chest, and stopped there. I
could see black ink underneath the white shirt and licked my lips. The fact
that he had tattoos only made him hotter. To protect against the cold, he was
wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt.
“Uh—can I help you?” He asked, smiling
pleasantly at me, and putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or
rapist completely to rest.
Help? With what? I needed help?
“Huh?”
He grinned crookedly, tilting his head.
“With your tire. Do you need some help?”
He had the deepest, huskiest, voice I had
ever heard. I shivered at the sound. I was pretty sure I’d be happy for him to
help me with a lot of things, and none of them included my tire.
“Help would be great,” I blushed, ducking
my head.
He chuckled. “You do have a spare,
right?”
“Yeah, it’s in the trunk,” I pointed,
like he didn’t know where the trunk was.
He grabbed the spare, and all the
necessary tools and sat down, next to the ruined tire.
“I—uh—would’ve changed it myself,
but—uh—my dad never taught me,” I ran my fingers nervously through my wavy
brown hair. “He said something about it not being appropriate for a girl to do
and if I ever got a flat tire, I better hope Prince Charming came along. My
dad’s very—uh—old fashioned,” I stammered.
He looked up at me. “Does that make me
Prince Charming?” He grinned.
“Oh—uhm—Prince Charming is fictional, so
I guess not, and he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”
Somebody, stamp AWKWARD across my
forehead already.
The guy threw his head back and laughed.
“I guess a shiny black '69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a
lot of Disney movies or something?”
“No,” I blushed tomato red. “At least not
anymore.”
“You’re funny,” he squinted up at me,
shielding his eyes from the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” I muttered.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t trying to be funny.
“It’s a very good thing-” He paused,
waiting for my name.
“Oh—uh—Olivia. Olivia Owens.”
“I’m Trace,” he reached a hand up to me
and I took it. It was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace
Wentworth,” he grinned when my hand jerked at his touch.
AUTHOR BIO
Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from
Winchester, Virginia. She’s always working on her next book, and when she has
spare time she loves to read and spend time with her family.
AUTHOR LINKS
Website: http://micaleasmeltzer.com/
GIVEAWAY
There is a
giveaway for a
signed set of the complete series including a copy of Finding Olivia signed by
both cover models & swag + 5 winners will each receive a $5 Amazon gift
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