Only When It's Love: A Chick Lit, Romantic Comedy Novel: Holding Out For Mr Right

by Olivia Spring

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  Also by Olivia Spring

  The Middle-Aged Virgin

  Have you read my debut novel The Middle-Aged Virgin? It includes the feisty character Roxy from Only When It’s Love, too! Here’s what it’s about:

  Newly Single And Seeking Spine-Tingles…

  Sophia seems to have it all: a high-flying job running London’s coolest beauty PR agency, a long-term boyfriend and a dressing room filled with designer shoes. But money can’t buy everything…

  When tragedy strikes, Sophia realises she’s actually an unhappy workaholic in a relationship that’s about as exciting as a bikini wax. And as for her sex life, it’s been so long since Sophia’s had any action, her bestie has started calling her a Middle-Aged Virgin.

  Determined to get a life and get lucky, Sophia hatches a plan to work less and live more. She ends her relationship and jets off on a cooking holiday in Tuscany, where she meets mysterious chef Lorenzo. Tall, dark and very handsome, this Italian stallion might be just what Sophia needs to spice things up in the bedroom…

  But the dating scene has changed since Sophia was last single, and although she’d score an A+ for her career, when it comes to men, she’s completely out of her comfort zone. How will Sophia, a self-confessed control freak, handle the unpredictable world of dating? And how much will she sacrifice for love?

  Join Sophia today on her laugh-out-loud adventures as she searches for happiness, enjoys passion between the sheets and experiences OMG moments along the way!

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  Here's what readers are saying about it:

  “I couldn’t put the book down. It’s one of the best romantic comedies I’ve read.” Amazon reader

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  “Life-affirming and empowering.” Chicklit Club

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  “Perfect holiday read.” Saira Khan, TV presenter & newspaper columnist

  “Olivia has an innate knack for the sex scenes, which are very hot. This book was steamy, but with such a huge element of humour in it that when you read it you will certainly giggle throughout at the escapades.” Book Mad Jo

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  “Absolutely hilarious! A diverse, wise and poignant novel.” The Writing Garnet

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  Buy it here: The Middle-Aged Virgin

  An extract from The Middle-Aged Virgin

  Prologue

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  ‘It’s over.’

  I did it.

  I said it.

  Fuck.

  I’d rehearsed those two words approximately ten million times in my head—whilst I was in the shower, in front of the mirror, on my way to and from work…probably even in my sleep. But saying them out loud was far more difficult than I’d imagined.

  ‘What the fuck, Sophia?’ snapped Rich, nostrils flaring. ‘What do you mean, it’s over?’

  As I stared into his hazel eyes, I started to ask myself the same question.

  How could I be ending the fifteen-year relationship with the guy I’d always considered to be the one?

  I felt the beads of sweat forming on my powdered forehead and warm, salty tears trickling down my rouged cheeks, which now felt like they were on fire. This was serious. This was actually happening.

  Shit. I said I’d be strong.

  ‘Earth to Sophia!’ screamed Rich, stomping his feet.

  I snapped out of my thoughts. Now would probably be a good time to start explaining myself. Not least because the veins currently throbbing on Rich’s forehead appeared to indicate that he was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Easier said than done, though, as with every second that passed, I realised the enormity of what I was doing.

  The man standing in front of me wasn’t just a guy that came in pretty packaging. Rich was kind, intelligent, successful, financially secure, and faithful. He was a great listener and had been there for me through thick and thin. Qualities that, after numerous failed Tinder dates, my single friends had repeatedly vented, appeared to be rare in men these days.

  Most women would have given their right and probably their left arm too for a man like him. So why the hell was I suddenly about to throw it all away?

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  Want to find out what happens next? Buy The Middle-Aged Virgin by Olivia Spring here:

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  Also by Olivia Spring

  Losing My Inhibitions

  Have you read my third novel Losing My Inhibitions? It includes Alex and Roxy from Only When It’s Love, too! Here’s what it’s about:

  Finally free and ready to have fun...

  He’s hot, single and off limits. She’s just got her life together after a messy divorce. Should she risk it all for a forbidden fling?

  A year after leaving her controlling ex, Roxy’s divorce is finally official. She’s got her confidence and career back on track and is ready to start enjoying some no-strings-attached fun.

  But just when Roxy thinks she has her dating plan all mapped out, a hot younger single man unexpectedly appears. On paper, he sounds like exactly what Roxy’s been looking for, until she’s warned that he’s strictly off limits. Getting involved with him will put her career, home and everything she’s worked for in extreme jeopardy. There’s a million reasons why Roxy shouldn’t give into his charms. The trouble is, he’s just too tempting...

  Will Roxy take a chance and risk it all to pursue a forbidden fling? And if she does, can she find a way to let him rock her world, without turning it upside down?

  Losing My Inhibitions is a sexy, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with a modern twist. This story is about self-love, new beginnings, forging your own path in life and being true to yourself. It can be read as a standalone novel or as a prequel to The Middle-Aged Virgin and Only When It’s Love.

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  Here's what readers are saying about it:

  “All hail the new queen of funny, sexy romantic fiction, Olivia Spring. A brilliant read with cringe worthy moments captured perfectly and genius comedy that had me laughing out loud. I can’t wait to see what Olivia Spring conjures up next but I will snap it up. All we need now is a movie deal for all three books. Five stars.” Love Books Group

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  “Oh my word. Ladies if you haven’t already read this, you are missing out. It’s steamy, it’s sexy and it’s very funny. There is a part in it, of which I can’t repeat, that had me doubled up laughing. Totally loved it. Five stars.” Books Between Friends

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  “Losing My Inhibitions is the perfect mix of sexy, romance, drama and comedy which wi
ll have you laughing out loud. I would definitely recommend this book! It’s perfect for a summer read, chilled out in the garden with a glass of something lovely. Five stars.” Nicole’s Book Corner

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  “Well Olivia Spring, you’ve done it again. This modern girl’s rom-com is about self-love, self-discovery, and to always be true to who you are. I devoured it!” Girl Well Read

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  “I really enjoyed reading this - some of the situations Roxy finds herself in had me laughing out loud! There’s also a few steamier moments in there! Five stars.” Home Full Of Books

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  “I read it in two evenings and it was brilliant!! I couldn’t put it down, I just had to know what happened next.” Head In A Book 18

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  Buy it here: Losing My Inhibitions

  An extract from Losing My Inhibitions

  Chapter One

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  At last.

  I thought it was never going to end.

  He’d been pounding away for ten minutes, grunting like a pig, and I’d been listening to the radio playing in the background, trying to figure out what advert the song before last was from. Was it the one advertising car insurance or the one for those panty liners that are supposed to keep you cotton fresh all day long? It’ll come to me…

  We should have just called it a night when he’d first struggled to get his machinery working. Based on tonight, it seems like what I’d read about some older men finding it difficult to get it up was true.

  It was only about half an hour after he’d popped a little blue pill that he’d been able to get his little soldier to stand to attention, if you catch my drift. Which, unfortunately for me, was around the same time I started to sober up and wonder what the hell I was doing.

  But by then, he was really excited, and it had been so long since my last time that I’d got myself worked up and was just as keen as him to give it a go. I mean, when I start something, I like to see it through. Yep, I’m dedicated like that.

  I’d also read that there are lots of benefits of sleeping with an older guy. Apparently, after years of experience in the sack, they know their way around a woman’s body better than a gynaecologist, so I thought I may as well give it a try. Purely in the name of research, of course.

  But now I was really wishing I hadn’t bothered. It was about as exciting as watching a hundred-metre snail race. And this guy wouldn’t know his way around my anatomy if I gave him a map.

  Still, at least it was over now. I was back in the saddle. First time since I’d left my ex-husband. Frankly, I hoped it got better from here. Please tell me it does?

  I opened my eyes slowly and glanced up at his crepey skin and flaky bald head, which had tufts of grey at the side. His droopy man boobs hung above my chest, whilst the weight of his large pot belly pressed down on my stomach.

  Dear God.

  I must have had a lot more to drink than I’d realised.

  Don’t get me wrong. If I was looking for a relationship and this was a man I’d fallen madly in love with, then I wouldn’t be so shallow. It was just that right now, I was looking for fun. To make up for the years I’d wasted with my ex. When I was dreaming of the day that I’d be free from Steve and with another man, this wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.

  I’d pictured a young, hot, sexy guy with abs that would give a Calvin Klein model a run for his money, with a full head of dark hair I could run my fingers through. A stud who would have me screaming for more, rather than wondering when it would all be over.

  It was Colette, my boss, slash landlady, slash housemate, slash friend, who’d set me up with him at my divorce party earlier this evening. Now that I was officially free, Colette said some male company might be good for me, so she’d invited Donald, her loaded sixty-two-year-old boyfriend, and he’d brought his fifty-five-year-old mate Terrence along.

  I knew that I was ready to get back on the horse, and it was already under control. My cousin Alex had been helping me. She’d given me a crash course in online dating two weeks ago, and I wanted to set up my profile ASAP so I could get going on the whole swiping thing, but this big work exhibition kept getting in the way. I’d been burning the midnight oil every night and often over the weekends too, trying to get everything prepared, which didn’t leave me with any time for extracurricular activities. And after another long, tiring and stressful day, a hook-up was the last thing I was thinking about. But I guess the booze I’d been drinking all night had made me relax a little too much, so when Terrence had started flirting, my libido had woken up, curiosity had got the better of me, and I’d hastily thought, Why not just get it out the way now?

  Big Mistake.

  Oh well. You live and you learn. We all do things in the heat of the moment that we regret. As long as I didn’t do it again, then it was fine. Which meant I better start thinking about how I was going to get this big sweaty oaf of a man off me. Now. I’d heard the effects of those pills can last for hours, and I definitely couldn’t endure another round.

  No way.

  Remind me never to drink alcohol again.

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  Want to find out what happens next? Buy Losing My Inhibitions by Olivia Spring here:

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  Also by Olivia Spring

  Love Offline

  Have you read my fourth novel Love Offline? Here’s what it’s about:

  Looking for romance in real life…

  Emily’s Struggling To Find Romance Online. Will Ditching The Dating Apps Lead To True Love?

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  Online dating isn’t working for introvert Emily. Although she’s comfortable swiping right at home in her PJs, the idea of going out to meet a guy in person fills her with dread.

  So when her best friend challenges her to ditch the apps, attend a load of awkward singles’ events and find love in real life, Emily wants to run for the hills.

  Then she meets Josh. He’s handsome, kind and funny, but Emily’s had her heart crushed before and knows he's hiding something…

  Is Josh too good to be true? Can Emily learn to trust again and if she does, will it lead to love or more heartache?

  Love Offline is a fun, sexy, entertaining story about friendship, stepping outside of your comfort zone and falling in love the old-fashioned way.

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  Here’s what readers are saying about it:

  “Masterpiece chick lit. Incredibly funny and through the whole book I was laughing, crying, smiling and I even learned a lot reading this book about social media and self love. I couldn’t put it down! Five stars.” Amazon Reader

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  “This book just makes you feel good and all fuzzy inside, def one to curl up with on the sofa with a cup of tea. Five stars.” Barbs Book Club.

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  “Fun, flirty and fabulous... I was laughing throughout the whole book. Five stars.” Reading In Lipstick

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  “Hilarious, sexy-romp with heart! I adored the relationship Emily has with her best friend Chloe.” A Girl With Her Head Stuck In A Book.

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  “This book spoke to me on soooo many levels!! I loved the realness this book shows!!!! Five stars.” Once Upon A Book Review

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  “If you are a fan of Sophie Kinsella and Lindsey Kelk, then this book is for you! Love Offline is a romcom for the modern woman.” Girl Well Read.

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  “I loved the refreshing take on love and dating in this book....Definitely recommend!” Nic Reads In Heels

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  “A sexy little chick lit read...A lovely, modern story involving friendship and falling in love.” Mrs L J Gibbs

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  “I loved Olivia’s last book, but I think this one was even better. Five stars.” Hayley Jayne Reads.

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  “The perfect mix of a sexy, hot, modern day romance, wit and just an all out bloody fabulous book! Highly recommen
d. Five stars.” Nicole’s Book Corner.

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  Buy it here: Love Offline

  An extract from Love Offline

  Chapter One

  Normally, I love social media.

  The endless fancy food and envy-inducing holiday pics on Insta, the witty conversations on Twitter, the funny memes on Facebook—I adore it.

  When I’ve got important designs to create for clients and deadlines to meet, I can often be found spending many minutes (truth be told, more like hours) scrolling through strangers’ feeds rather than actually working. After all, who doesn’t like staring at photos of cute kittens?

  Like I said. Normally, I love social media.

  Well, I did until precisely 9.29 a.m. today.

  The day started off like any other Monday morning. Hitting the snooze button a dozen times before finally crawling out of bed. Having a shower whilst wondering why the weekend flashes by in what seems like five minutes, whereas Monday to Friday lasts for half a century. Throwing on whatever looked clean and didn’t need ironing, then dragging myself to my local coffee shop to get the caffeine-and-sugar hit I needed to help me feel remotely human, or at least alert enough to start work.