Olivia Dade grew up an undeniable nerd, prone to ignoring the world around her as she read any book she could find. Her favorites, though, were always, always romances. As an adult, she earned an M.A. in American history and worked in a variety of jobs that required the donning of actual pants: Colonial Williamsburg interpreter, high school teacher, academic tutor, and (of course) librarian. Now, however, she has finally achieved her lifelong goal of wearing pajamas all day as a hermit-like writer and enthusiastic hag. She currently lives outside Stockholm with her delightful family and their ever-burgeoning collection of books.
If you want to find me online, here’s where to go!
I just turned in edits for At First Spite, my next Avon book, which will be the first in a new series set in (fictional, sadly) Harlot's Bay, Maryland!
I am so in love with and proud of this book. Here's the premise: Athena Greydon is engaged to Harlot's Bay pediatrician Johnny Vine...until his interfering older brother Matthew, also a pediatrician, convinces Johnny to dump her a month before the wedding. For Romance Novel Reasons™, she ends up living in a ten-foot-wide Spite House that's sandwiched between the two brothers, a mere brick wall away from her ex-fiancé and only a four-foot alleyway distant from his older brother. Whereupon she engages in a bit of well-deserved payback...only to find herself attracted to the very same man who ruined her life: Dr. Matthew Vine the Freaking Third. Dammit.
In case you're curious what a Spite House is or want to see how I pictured the living situation in my story, check out this (https://www.npr.org/2021/09/21/103932...) about Boston's "Skinny House." In my mind, Matthew lives to the left of the alleyway, Athena is on the alleyway's right, and Johnny's row house is attached to hers on the right. It's...cozy! And deeply awkward!
If you'd like to see the At First Spite premise in Reddit thread form instead, here you go:
My fiancé’s rigid, judgy older bro (39m) convinced him to dump me (37f), & now I'm broke, jobless, & have nowhere to live but the 10-ft-wide Spite House next door. If I were to, say, play monsterfucking audiobooks at top volume or tell local MLM representatives he wants to host Tupperware and Avon parties, AITA?