Finding Olivia by Micalea Smeltzer: Blog Tour, Review and Givewaway


How far would you go to find yourself?
That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
All Olivia has ever wanted to do is live and make mistakes, but her preacher father has made that impossible.  She believes that her years at college will be her ticket into the real world and her chance to be wild and spontaneous.

But she’s never been able to do it on her own.
At the start of her sophomore year, she only has four things crossed off her Live List, but that’s about to change thanks to a chance encounter with Trace Wentworth.  She’s about to learn that there’s more to this reformed bad boy than just his looks and panty dropping smile.
Trace can’t explain what it is that draws him to Olivia.
All he knows is that he wants to get to know the girl with the sad smile but sparkle in her eyes.
When she tells him about her list, he knows that this is his chance to get to know Olivia Owens.  Trace is determined to show Olivia that she can do all the things she’s ever wanted to do.  So, he begins to help her cross things off her list, even the more outlandish requests.
What happens along the way is more than Olivia or Trace ever expected.
Love, laughs, and a list.
That’s the name of the game when you’re Finding Olivia.

Alexis says:

Who knew that getting a flat tire could completely change your life?  Well, in this case Olivia sure didn’t.  Growing up in a VERY strict household has held Olivia back from living her life to its full extent…that is until Trace, the ultimate Price Charming stops to help her change her flat tire.
“Life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
Olivia is a twenty year old college sophomore who is living, but not really LIVING.  She had an awful upbringing courtesy of her preacher father.  Because of this, she makes a Live List, which she believes is the only form of rebellion she has.  I love how this list was a huge part of this book through this list Olivia was finally able to start her life.  In the beginning of the book, I have to admit that she drove me a bit crazy, mostly because she seemed a bit too naïve and prudish.  But about halfway through the book, I started to warm up to her and was amazed by how much she had come full circle by the end of the book.

“I couldn’t help believing, that somehow, my list had brought me to Trace.  I knew that seemed childish, like someone believing in fairies but that is how I felt.”
Trace or Prince Charming (yes, I like to refer to him as that as he totally is) is the twenty-two year old mechanic who saved his damsel in distress not only from a flat tire but from herself.  He took it upon himself to get Olivia to finish out her Live List while making not her but me fall in love with him.  I mean, how could you not fall in love with a tatted, witty, and charming hunk?  Trace did have his share of pain that he’d been through in the past, so it was great to see him overcome that with Olivia’s help.

“You’re not the kind of girl that guys fool around with Olivia.  You’re the kind of girl, that when a guy finds her, he’ll do everything he can to help her.”
To sum up my review I thought this book was very enjoyable.  I really adored Trace and Olivia’s relationship.  I was surprised that it was as sexy as it was, yes, that is one thing I love in my books.  Another important thing on my list is that I actually thought this love story was believable.  There were no declarations of love within the first three days of meeting each other, which if you know me completely drives me crazy!

“To a guy, a sweatshirt is practically like wearing a chastity belt, telling him that these goods are not for sale.”
As a side note, Michelea, if you are reading this, please give us readers (or even just me) Avery and Luca’s story.  I totally loved Avery and would rally for her to be my best friend any day.
I give this book 4.25 stars!

About the Author:

Micalea Smeltzer is an author from Virginia. Her name is pronounced Muh-call-e-uh. She is permanently glued to her computer, where she constantly writes. She has to listen to music when she writes and has a playlist for every book she’s ever started. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading a book or playing with her three dogs.


Christmas music played softly in the background, and the smell of hot chocolate permeated the air, along with the scent of freshly baked snickerdoodle cookies. Not only could Trace cook, but he could bake as well. Was there anything he couldn’t do? 

“How many marshmallows do you want?” He asked from the kitchen. 

I sat on the couch and turned so I could watch him. “Are they mini’s?” 

“No, the big ones,” he looked up at me, and held the bag aloft, shaking it for emphasis. 

“Two, then,” I smiled. 

He fixed the hot chocolate in coffee mugs, and added the marshmallows, then carefully carried them to where I was. He placed them on the coffee table and winced. “They’re a little too hot.” 

Before he sat down, he went back to the kitchen, to grab the plate of cookies. 

He held the plate out to me and I took one of the cookies. It was cooked to perfection and every bite was chewy, just the way I liked them. 

“You’re Betty Crocker,” I laughed. 

“It’s not like I made them from scratch or anything,” he defended, sitting down beside me so that the sides of our legs touched. “It’s not that difficult to heat up the oven and stick em’ in. You just have to watch them so they don’t burn.” 

“They’re delicious,” I finished off the first and reached for a second. 

“I’m glad you like them, but you haven’t tried my hot chocolate yet. Now, thatI do make from scratch,” he grinned, a cookie crumb sitting on the corner of his mouth. 

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and licked it away. 

When I pulled back, his eyes were closed, and his Adam’s apple was bobbing. 

“That wasn’t nice,” he whispered and opened his eyes. The green was light and playful. 

He pounced on me and my second cookie fell to the floor as I squealed. 

He pressed me into the couch as he hovered above me. 

“Fair is fair,” he grinned, pinning my wrists to my sides as I squirmed against him. He bent and licked the side of my mouth in the same spot I had licked his. 

“Now we’re even,” he gazed down at me and pressed his hips into mine. 

“No, we’re not. I didn’t have any cookie crumbs on my mouth,” I panted. 

“I can fix that,” he folded both of my hands into one of his and lifted them above my head. With his free hand, he reached for a cookie. He broke a corner off of one and held it above my mouth, crushing it in his palm, and letting go so that the crumbs covered my mouth and cheeks. I’m pretty sure a few went down my shirt but I wasn’t telling him that. 

He appraised his handy work, and before I could come back with something snappy, he covered my mouth with his, sucking the crumbs away. 

My body responded and my mouth opened underneath his. I felt his tongue nudge its way inside and I welcomed it. He growled low in his throat and released my hands so his fingers delved into my hair. 

I grasped his ears in my hands, forcing him closer to me. 

“Olivia,” he gasped my name. 

“Don’t stop,” I begged, clutching at his shirt. 

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