Thursday, November 8, 2018

Thankful Author 2018- Olivia Night

This year has been one of many ups and downs, just as any other year. But for some reason, I find myself moving more slowly throughout my days. I’m more present, more patient. 

I saw a herd of deer a few days ago. I pulled over and watched as they all ate leisiurely. A little fawn surrounded by all of the adults in the thick, green grass. Normally, I would’ve just driven by. But I watched them for several minutes. Content with the small, quite moment. 

I am thankful for whatever it is that has caused me to look at the colors of the changing leaves with fresh eyes, to breath in the fall air and enjoy the simplest moments like that first cup of coffee in the dark morning or the wind whipping through the trees at night.


Cooper smiled tentatively at her, and for some reason his kind smile broke her from her trance. She looked down at the table as the panic edging closer hit the back of her throat and she felt her heart pound there. Without looking at him, or another word, Emma made a beeline for the back, not caring if she wasn’t allowed.

She felt a strong grip on her bicep and she was stopped in her tracks. It burned where he touched her. Burned in a good way.


She closed her eyes at his voice, but didn’t turn around. She moved her arm to try to get it out of his hand, but instead of letting her Cooper turned her instead.

She looked up at him but said nothing.

He opened his mouth and then closed it. His eyes frowned down into hers as he must’ve read the overwhelming sense of terror in them.

She watched his eyes soften as they traveled over her face, almost lovingly. And for some reason that pushed the panic more fully into the center of her chest.

“Stay.” His voice was hoarse. Her eyes shot up to his. He was looking down at her. Concern warring with frustration. Helplessness.


“Just sit. Have a drink,” he told her gently. It was almost a demand. So like Cooper. How could she have forgotten? He had always been so bossy. And because of that they’d bickered, a lot. But the makeup sex was always explosive.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t sit with him and ‘have a drink’. Her heart couldn’t handle something so casual with someone so vital to her. Or rather, who had been vital to her. And what if this was all just to set ground rules for living in the same town? A way to make it all work.

“Please,” he whispered.

The single word spoken softly almost killed her.

She glanced down at the floor. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I thought I could…I can’t.” Cooper’s eyes flared at her words and his grip tightened as he pulled her in to his body.

“You can.” His voice was stronger now. He’d always loved a good argument. And then his lips were on hers. His mouth invaded and claimed as soon as the kiss ignited. She felt his other arm come around and pull her even more tightly against his hard body. Her stomach fluttered and everywhere south of there began to come alive. Almost on their own accord her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers and she let him have the supremacy she knew he wanted. Emma moaned in his mouth and Cooper responded with his own hungry growl. But just as quickly as he’d started, suddenly he was two feet away from her. His chest heaving up and down as she, too, struggled to catch her breath. Oh my.

But then she saw his eyes throw up the shield she was learning to identify. The soft eyed Cooper who spoke gently was gone. She knew that much. And then he growled, his voice low and out of breath, “Run. You’re really good at it.”

His words cut her to the core. But he wasn’t wrong.

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Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI eries sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, whom she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.








  1. This is a wonderful reminder, Olivia. We all need to take a few seconds out of our busy day to appreciate the small, simple moments life has to offer.

  2. And this is why I take time to slow down and read these wonderful messages each morning. Thank you, Olivia, for the reminder. All the best!

  3. Great post. It's always good to be reminded of the importance of living in the moment. Thanks for sharing.