Love It: One Week by Elisabeth Staab + Giveaway

Series: HaleStorm 1
Format: Mobi
Release Date: January 15, 2014
Publisher: Self
Source: Author
Genre: Contemporary Roamance

HE HAS A LEGACY TO SAVE…

Michael Hale’s company is in jeopardy. In the wake of his father’s death and transitioning to CEO, projects are circling the drain and that may cost him everything. Come to find out, the consultant hired to fix things is the “one who got away” many years ago. This time he’s playing for keeps, and he intends to win.

SHE SHOULD NEVER SAY NEVER…

Elise Jackson swore she wouldn’t come near Michael Hale again. He sucker punched her professionally, and he broke her heart. Still, a job’s a job, and they can both be adults. But high emotion and late nights working lead to passion neither of them can deny.

They have one week. Can the two of them pull Michael’s company out of the fire and heal their old wounds?

Sweet & hopeful, two words I would use to describe Elisabeth Staab’s first contemporary romance, ONE WEEK. It’s a story about second chances, about two people who almost had it one time but because of circumstances, the first time wasn’t as fruitful. A few years down the road, things has changed a lot for both Michael Hale and Elise Jackson but the attraction between them is far from diminished. If anything, the passing of time seems to have stoked it even more and now neither of them are willing to pass up another chance at being together.
If you’ve read Elisabeth Staab then you’ll adore ONE WEEK, better yet, if you’re a feel-good romance junkie, you’ll love ONE WEEK. It’s not as snarky as EStaab’s Chronicles of Yavn but the dialogue is just as engaging as her vampires. And as EStaab mentioned in the afterword, this novel is a salute to how she and her DH met and fell in love and from what little I know of Ms. Staab, Elise does remind me of her. Elise is not a weak, impressionable heroine nor is she the “virginal”/innocent type we’re used to reading in contemporary romances. Elise is smart, spunky, wise and has some interesting qualities about her that endeared her to me (pierced in places & dipped herself in the lady pond at one time). Michael is enigmatic and undoubtedly Alpha but what I loved about him is he didn’t barrel his way to Elise’s life. Inasmuch as he is burning for Elise, he didn’t go caveman possessive on her, he treated Elise like his equal, more of a partner than just his woman. You gotta love a man who respects his lady’s mind and moxie with the same fervor as how he worships her body.
The plot of ONE WEEK is intense. On top of a shared history, Michael’s path crossed Elise in the middle of a big transition in his life. Michael’s father just died and passed the company to him, problem is it’s in crisis and Michael is up to his neck putting out fires. As if this isn’t enough, he’s also in divorce proceedings and his soon-to-be ex-wife isn’t being very cooperative. So Elise’s re-entry in his life may not be the best of time but they were able to gracefully meander their way through things. Elise especially is admirable, she managed to hold back a little as opposed to just falling naively for Michael considering his rather complicated marital situation. Some girls would’ve thrown a fit or even go over the top dramatic, Elise took it all in stride and sort of allowed Michael to prove his worth and fixed his situation. 
ONE WEEK is a feel-good and sexy HEA contemporary romance. It’s a quick read and has all the wonderful elements one wants and would find from a satisfying contemporary romance. The hero is strong but not overbearing and the heroine is feminine but not wimpy. It’s intense and emotional but there are no mascara-running drama, no awkward confrontations and more importantly, no scathing angry back and forth between Michael and Elise. More importantly, all the romance is complemented by hot smex which makes ONE WEEK another winning read by Elisabeth Staab.

Every woman at HaleStorm with a pulse and proper vision had your name written on their vibrators. – Elise

I loved you five years ago and I was too stupid to realize. If I had to wait for you as long as I have, I can wait a little longer until this feels right for you. – Michael

One Week By Elisabeth Staab
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Excerpt

“I should have looked for you.” He wrapped his arms around her and groaned aloud at the warmth and softness of her skin against his. The rough texture of her nipples against his chest, the dampness of her hair on his shoulder. “Just touching you makes me crazy. My God, Elise. I should have known. Fuck, I did know, and I ignored it. I’m so goddamned stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I am stupid.” Michael gripped her hips—fucking luscious, curvy hips—and ran his hands up that amazing hourglass arc in her waist and over her shoulders, reveling in the magic of Elise’s hands giving him the same treatment. “I’m stupid because I thought I could push you away all those years ago and I’d forget and find someone else who turned me on as much as your hand bumping my knee under a cubicle desk. Christ, I tried to tell myself it was all innocent, but I lived for every second.”

“Oh my God.” Elise’s eyes flew wide, her cheeks flushed in the low light of her bedroom. “I had no idea.”

“You must have, if you gathered up the nerve to kiss me.” He bent her back, one hand braced between her shoulders, the other gripping her ass, trailing kisses along her jaw. Their only-for-tonight agreement be damned, already he didn’t want to let her go.

“I hoped.” She gripped his shoulders, smiling. “If I’m being honest, all that accidentally bumping your knee wasn’t so much an accident.”
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Congrats on the release of ONE WEEK! Can you tell us what HaleStorm is about?

Well One Week the book is a corporate romance that’s a reunion story, part friends to lovers and part enemies to lovers, since it’s about two people with a lot of unresolved baggage. Elise Jackson used to work for Michael Hale, they kissed, and everything fell apart. Five years later she’s back to help him save a project that could tank his company, and long work hours plus stress push tension to the maximum.

HaleStorm is the name of Michael’s company as well as the series. I love the television show Suits and the way everything in that fictional world revolves around the law firm in which everyone works, almost like it’s an additional character on the show. That was, in part, where I came up with the idea for the series name.

What inspired you to write a contemporary romance series?

It was sort of a perfect storm: partly it was the simple fact that I’d been reading a lot of contemporary. I had very intense edits for my upcoming vampire novel, Hunter by night, and I’d been ping-ponging between YA and shorter, category length adult romance novels when I needed to take a sanity break from work. Authors like Katee Robert, and Kimberly Kincaid were steamy, fun, and quick to read in a single sitting and then get back to what I needed to do. So when I started ruminating one day about old loves, about a crush I’d had trouble letting go of, and then later about my husband, who I’d met at work and who actually had been my boss for a brief period of time before we started dating, I sat down and came up with One Week.


How is your writing voice the same or different compared to Chronicles of Yavn? 


Well I’m still me, and I didn’t consciously do anything to change my voice, because I think author voice is what I’m looking for as a reader when I pick up someone’s work. My sense of humor is still in there, and my writing style is more or less the same. So if you liked the way I wrote King of Darkness and Prince of Power, you’ll probably enjoy One Week. That’s been the feedback from my readers so far.

The differences mostly has to do with the characters and the story themes themselves. The characters in Chronicles of Yavn are very old vampires trying to fit into a modern world so they speak with a heavy dose of modern slang mixed with the occasional old school slip. Everyone swears a lot, and they have very… colorful personalities. You’ve got characters like Alexia who uses a lot of made up words. You can’t really do things like that as much in an office environment and be understood, and you can’t drop the F-bomb in every other paragraph (although Michael Hale certainly tries). Their discussions center around corporate bad guys, not cutting someone’s heart out, lol. So One Week is a different story, but it’s still, in my extremely biased opinion, a lot of fun. 

Is HaleStorm a free flowing series or have you set the number of books you’ll be writing for it?

I have some ideas, but at this point it’s very free-flowing. I know who the next book will be about, and I envision a companion short story down the road also, that focuses a little more on Elise and Michael.

In one word, how do you describe Michael and Elise’s love story?

Intense.

What are these characters like?

Well I already used intense… They’re both passionate, driven, and very smart. The thing that we at the beginning of One Week is that their motivation starts out having a lot to do with their parents. Michael wants to save the company his father worked hard to create, Elise is working to be better than her mother was and than her mother thinks she can be. As they get toward the end of the story their focus is more on each other, and I want to see that continue to grow as the series moves forward.

One Week sounds like it’s rich in history and more of a second chance at love kind of thing. What is the romance “hook” of One Week?

Thank you! This story takes the CEO/boardroom romance trope and twists it in a few different ways. It’s not your standard mysterious rich guy meets innocent young ingenue, I brought Elise in as someone strong, educated, and he needed her to save him. Or really, in the end, they needed each other. He shored up a lot of her insecurities, and she taught him there were people in his life he could trust.

Is the entire series dedicated to Michael and Elise or will each novel feature a different couple?

There’s a different couple focused on in each book, but since everyone exists in the HaleStorm world and Michael is the “leader” of that world, Michael and Elise will most likely be in each book, in some form or fashion. Their lives will grow and evolve as the company does, and I’ve already got a plan for at least one companion novella/short story to check back in with Elise and Michael later in the series.

In Twitter fashion, “sell” One Week to the readers


He has one week to save his legacy and win back the woman who got away. 


Where can fans catch you?

The New Jersey Liberty States Con on March 15 – Keynote Speaker, Sherrilyn Kenyon!
The RT Convention in New Orleans, May 13th – 18th
The Frederick Book Festival, June 27-28 in Frederick, Maryland
The Philly Author Fest, November 8th in King of Prussia, PA (group signing)


Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in an imaginary world. She believes that all kinds of safe and sane love should be celebrated but she adores the fantasy-filled realm of paranormal romance the best. She lives in the Washington DC area with her family and one big scaredy cat, where she loves to spend time with good friends, go dancing, collect wacky coffee mugs from which to drink her favorite beverage, and sing off-key in her kitchen (when she isn’t making characters fall in love, that is).

Stalk her!


One winner will receive a signed paperback, a tote bag, 
some swag, and a Starbucks gift card

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Love It: One Week by Elisabeth Staab + Giveaway

Series: HaleStorm 1
Format: Mobi
Release Date: January 15, 2014
Publisher: Self
Source: Author
Genre: Contemporary Roamance

HE HAS A LEGACY TO SAVE…

Michael Hale’s company is in jeopardy. In the wake of his father’s death and transitioning to CEO, projects are circling the drain and that may cost him everything. Come to find out, the consultant hired to fix things is the “one who got away” many years ago. This time he’s playing for keeps, and he intends to win.

SHE SHOULD NEVER SAY NEVER…

Elise Jackson swore she wouldn’t come near Michael Hale again. He sucker punched her professionally, and he broke her heart. Still, a job’s a job, and they can both be adults. But high emotion and late nights working lead to passion neither of them can deny.

They have one week. Can the two of them pull Michael’s company out of the fire and heal their old wounds?

Sweet & hopeful, two words I would use to describe Elisabeth Staab’s first contemporary romance, ONE WEEK. It’s a story about second chances, about two people who almost had it one time but because of circumstances, the first time wasn’t as fruitful. A few years down the road, things has changed a lot for both Michael Hale and Elise Jackson but the attraction between them is far from diminished. If anything, the passing of time seems to have stoked it even more and now neither of them are willing to pass up another chance at being together.
If you’ve read Elisabeth Staab then you’ll adore ONE WEEK, better yet, if you’re a feel-good romance junkie, you’ll love ONE WEEK. It’s not as snarky as EStaab’s Chronicles of Yavn but the dialogue is just as engaging as her vampires. And as EStaab mentioned in the afterword, this novel is a salute to how she and her DH met and fell in love and from what little I know of Ms. Staab, Elise does remind me of her. Elise is not a weak, impressionable heroine nor is she the “virginal”/innocent type we’re used to reading in contemporary romances. Elise is smart, spunky, wise and has some interesting qualities about her that endeared her to me (pierced in places & dipped herself in the lady pond at one time). Michael is enigmatic and undoubtedly Alpha but what I loved about him is he didn’t barrel his way to Elise’s life. Inasmuch as he is burning for Elise, he didn’t go caveman possessive on her, he treated Elise like his equal, more of a partner than just his woman. You gotta love a man who respects his lady’s mind and moxie with the same fervor as how he worships her body.
The plot of ONE WEEK is intense. On top of a shared history, Michael’s path crossed Elise in the middle of a big transition in his life. Michael’s father just died and passed the company to him, problem is it’s in crisis and Michael is up to his neck putting out fires. As if this isn’t enough, he’s also in divorce proceedings and his soon-to-be ex-wife isn’t being very cooperative. So Elise’s re-entry in his life may not be the best of time but they were able to gracefully meander their way through things. Elise especially is admirable, she managed to hold back a little as opposed to just falling naively for Michael considering his rather complicated marital situation. Some girls would’ve thrown a fit or even go over the top dramatic, Elise took it all in stride and sort of allowed Michael to prove his worth and fixed his situation. 
ONE WEEK is a feel-good and sexy HEA contemporary romance. It’s a quick read and has all the wonderful elements one wants and would find from a satisfying contemporary romance. The hero is strong but not overbearing and the heroine is feminine but not wimpy. It’s intense and emotional but there are no mascara-running drama, no awkward confrontations and more importantly, no scathing angry back and forth between Michael and Elise. More importantly, all the romance is complemented by hot smex which makes ONE WEEK another winning read by Elisabeth Staab.

Every woman at HaleStorm with a pulse and proper vision had your name written on their vibrators. – Elise

I loved you five years ago and I was too stupid to realize. If I had to wait for you as long as I have, I can wait a little longer until this feels right for you. – Michael

One Week By Elisabeth Staab
Blog Tour
Excerpt

“I should have looked for you.” He wrapped his arms around her and groaned aloud at the warmth and softness of her skin against his. The rough texture of her nipples against his chest, the dampness of her hair on his shoulder. “Just touching you makes me crazy. My God, Elise. I should have known. Fuck, I did know, and I ignored it. I’m so goddamned stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I am stupid.” Michael gripped her hips—fucking luscious, curvy hips—and ran his hands up that amazing hourglass arc in her waist and over her shoulders, reveling in the magic of Elise’s hands giving him the same treatment. “I’m stupid because I thought I could push you away all those years ago and I’d forget and find someone else who turned me on as much as your hand bumping my knee under a cubicle desk. Christ, I tried to tell myself it was all innocent, but I lived for every second.”

“Oh my God.” Elise’s eyes flew wide, her cheeks flushed in the low light of her bedroom. “I had no idea.”

“You must have, if you gathered up the nerve to kiss me.” He bent her back, one hand braced between her shoulders, the other gripping her ass, trailing kisses along her jaw. Their only-for-tonight agreement be damned, already he didn’t want to let her go.

“I hoped.” She gripped his shoulders, smiling. “If I’m being honest, all that accidentally bumping your knee wasn’t so much an accident.”
Purchase One Week

Congrats on the release of ONE WEEK! Can you tell us what HaleStorm is about?

Well One Week the book is a corporate romance that’s a reunion story, part friends to lovers and part enemies to lovers, since it’s about two people with a lot of unresolved baggage. Elise Jackson used to work for Michael Hale, they kissed, and everything fell apart. Five years later she’s back to help him save a project that could tank his company, and long work hours plus stress push tension to the maximum.

HaleStorm is the name of Michael’s company as well as the series. I love the television show Suits and the way everything in that fictional world revolves around the law firm in which everyone works, almost like it’s an additional character on the show. That was, in part, where I came up with the idea for the series name.

What inspired you to write a contemporary romance series?

It was sort of a perfect storm: partly it was the simple fact that I’d been reading a lot of contemporary. I had very intense edits for my upcoming vampire novel, Hunter by night, and I’d been ping-ponging between YA and shorter, category length adult romance novels when I needed to take a sanity break from work. Authors like Katee Robert, and Kimberly Kincaid were steamy, fun, and quick to read in a single sitting and then get back to what I needed to do. So when I started ruminating one day about old loves, about a crush I’d had trouble letting go of, and then later about my husband, who I’d met at work and who actually had been my boss for a brief period of time before we started dating, I sat down and came up with One Week.


How is your writing voice the same or different compared to Chronicles of Yavn? 


Well I’m still me, and I didn’t consciously do anything to change my voice, because I think author voice is what I’m looking for as a reader when I pick up someone’s work. My sense of humor is still in there, and my writing style is more or less the same. So if you liked the way I wrote King of Darkness and Prince of Power, you’ll probably enjoy One Week. That’s been the feedback from my readers so far.

The differences mostly has to do with the characters and the story themes themselves. The characters in Chronicles of Yavn are very old vampires trying to fit into a modern world so they speak with a heavy dose of modern slang mixed with the occasional old school slip. Everyone swears a lot, and they have very… colorful personalities. You’ve got characters like Alexia who uses a lot of made up words. You can’t really do things like that as much in an office environment and be understood, and you can’t drop the F-bomb in every other paragraph (although Michael Hale certainly tries). Their discussions center around corporate bad guys, not cutting someone’s heart out, lol. So One Week is a different story, but it’s still, in my extremely biased opinion, a lot of fun. 

Is HaleStorm a free flowing series or have you set the number of books you’ll be writing for it?

I have some ideas, but at this point it’s very free-flowing. I know who the next book will be about, and I envision a companion short story down the road also, that focuses a little more on Elise and Michael.

In one word, how do you describe Michael and Elise’s love story?

Intense.

What are these characters like?

Well I already used intense… They’re both passionate, driven, and very smart. The thing that we at the beginning of One Week is that their motivation starts out having a lot to do with their parents. Michael wants to save the company his father worked hard to create, Elise is working to be better than her mother was and than her mother thinks she can be. As they get toward the end of the story their focus is more on each other, and I want to see that continue to grow as the series moves forward.

One Week sounds like it’s rich in history and more of a second chance at love kind of thing. What is the romance “hook” of One Week?

Thank you! This story takes the CEO/boardroom romance trope and twists it in a few different ways. It’s not your standard mysterious rich guy meets innocent young ingenue, I brought Elise in as someone strong, educated, and he needed her to save him. Or really, in the end, they needed each other. He shored up a lot of her insecurities, and she taught him there were people in his life he could trust.

Is the entire series dedicated to Michael and Elise or will each novel feature a different couple?

There’s a different couple focused on in each book, but since everyone exists in the HaleStorm world and Michael is the “leader” of that world, Michael and Elise will most likely be in each book, in some form or fashion. Their lives will grow and evolve as the company does, and I’ve already got a plan for at least one companion novella/short story to check back in with Elise and Michael later in the series.

In Twitter fashion, “sell” One Week to the readers


He has one week to save his legacy and win back the woman who got away. 


Where can fans catch you?

The New Jersey Liberty States Con on March 15 – Keynote Speaker, Sherrilyn Kenyon!
The RT Convention in New Orleans, May 13th – 18th
The Frederick Book Festival, June 27-28 in Frederick, Maryland
The Philly Author Fest, November 8th in King of Prussia, PA (group signing)


Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a book and at least one foot in an imaginary world. She believes that all kinds of safe and sane love should be celebrated but she adores the fantasy-filled realm of paranormal romance the best. She lives in the Washington DC area with her family and one big scaredy cat, where she loves to spend time with good friends, go dancing, collect wacky coffee mugs from which to drink her favorite beverage, and sing off-key in her kitchen (when she isn’t making characters fall in love, that is).

Stalk her!


One winner will receive a signed paperback, a tote bag, 
some swag, and a Starbucks gift card

Like It: Savor by Kate Evangelista


Series: Vicious Feast 1

Format: Mobi
Release Date: December 2, 2013
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Source: Paranormal Cravings
Genre: NA – Paranormal Romance

Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.
I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.
You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.
I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.
Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.
Again, refer to the warning above.
SAVOR is my first Kate Evangelista read and I’m excited not only because I get to try a new author but also because she’s a Filipina! So even if my friends think I’m a sell-out (totally not true!), I’m proud of what Kate has accomplished, this girl can Write and her imagination is boundless! I mean Lunar Manor alone, it’s very imperial and though set someplace else, the feel of Vicious’ HQ reminds me of those old mansions back home. Regal, stately and feudal in some ways.
Although it markets itself as NA-Paranormal, SAVOR to me read more like MYA-Contemporary except for that kicker at the very end where a couple of characters were chanting some witchy juju stuff. For the most part, SAVOR was pretty much normal aside from its very gothic rock ‘n roll characters. I mean the heroine, Dakota Collins, wears an eye patch! How unique and utterly intriguing is that?! And I promise you, Dakota lives up to her infamous eye patch. She’s not as abrasive as the rest of the personalities but she’s a character nonetheless. I like Dakota, she has a lot story to tell starting with her eye patch but aside from the obvious, she held her ground considering she’s around a bunch of ego-centric people. This girl is so artistic too, my favorite parts of the novel are her photo shoots with the band, each concept is so unique and utterly goth-romance I wish the photographs are real!
Now Vicious, they live up to their reputation as the sickest indie band out there! The members have a flair about them that may seem typical in some sense but truly they’re an artistic bunch once you’ve managed to push against the rockstar veneer. I understand that the group started in Taste, KEvangelista’s YA novel so if you’ve read it and liked it then it’s a MUST that you read SAVOR. Now if you’re like me and are new to this world, I think it would be wise to read Taste first to improve your appreciation for the band, Vicious, and understand their intricate relationships and chemistry because there’s a LOT of history worth knowing here. 
Luka. He puzzled and annoyed me for the most part. I don’t mind broodiness and even mild possessiveness but I draw the line on mercurial and flat out cray. To me Luka is your typical genius musician, he’s brilliant, magnetic, entitled and a ticking bomb. You don’t know what will set him off and because he holds quite a bit of “power”, he can level you on a whim. Intriguing but not something I would find endearing. This I know much though, this attitude and behavior won’t fly with Dakota but that part of the story has yet to be developed.
SAVOR is more of an introduction. The plot is not as tight as I’d expect it to be and the conflict was a little flimsy and remained unresolved which I guess will be addressed in Relish, book two of Vicious Feast. Luka’s backstory has been explored a bit but Dakota’s is yet to be revealed. What threw me off was SAVOR read more like a dark contemporary romance than paranormal then at the very end KEvangelista threw this magical shiznit. I’m excited to see where the series is going after this but I guess I want more eveness in my reads? In any case, I’m looking forward to know more about the band and the mystery behind Dakota’s nightmares and eye patch. That alone is enough to make me read book 2.





Savor Exclusive Excerpt

“Dakota Collins!”
I lowered my camera. The use of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my subject for the Spring Showcase.
The only problem?
I had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much. 
“This the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.
“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”
Still no pings of recognition in my head. 
She slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”
Of course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept up with current events.
“Name one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”
“What?” Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!” She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”
“Give me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone. 
Big. Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard. 
I clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.
Despite her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my colleague’s camera.”
Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy. 
Not that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I wouldn’t stand in her way. 
“What seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in. 
The bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be our age. 
“She’s been taking pictures,” Baldy said.
Lolita’s kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera. 
“As I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are covering the opening of Sacrifice.”
“For what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I would rather die than lose it. 
“The Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”
She tilted her head, crossing her arms. 
“Okay,” I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain didn’t have to know that. 
No one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward with my own selfish intensions. 
“You know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question. 
Lolita nodded.    
“I’m Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be interested in—”
“What would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group. 
The walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had to look up at him. 
“What are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”
One side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer. Damn.
Seeing him up close, I knew I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal shoot. 
“We have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails. 
“Luka,” Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”
Bypassing my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts. 
Gothic Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners. He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing. 
That little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action. “Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it. I had to have him as my subject. 
Still not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.
“Luka, don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late. 
“You’re a photographer?”
“Yes.” I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough. 
“And you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”
God yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further. 
I waited with baited breath.
It seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and no one would get bored.
“I need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.
Something about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a blackout dream. 
“What are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid. 
He unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me. 
“We’re about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana. If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”
Then, like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd. 

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Like It: Savor by Kate Evangelista


Series: Vicious Feast 1

Format: Mobi
Release Date: December 2, 2013
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Source: Paranormal Cravings
Genre: NA – Paranormal Romance

Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.
I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.
You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.
I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.
Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.
Again, refer to the warning above.
SAVOR is my first Kate Evangelista read and I’m excited not only because I get to try a new author but also because she’s a Filipina! So even if my friends think I’m a sell-out (totally not true!), I’m proud of what Kate has accomplished, this girl can Write and her imagination is boundless! I mean Lunar Manor alone, it’s very imperial and though set someplace else, the feel of Vicious’ HQ reminds me of those old mansions back home. Regal, stately and feudal in some ways.
Although it markets itself as NA-Paranormal, SAVOR to me read more like MYA-Contemporary except for that kicker at the very end where a couple of characters were chanting some witchy juju stuff. For the most part, SAVOR was pretty much normal aside from its very gothic rock ‘n roll characters. I mean the heroine, Dakota Collins, wears an eye patch! How unique and utterly intriguing is that?! And I promise you, Dakota lives up to her infamous eye patch. She’s not as abrasive as the rest of the personalities but she’s a character nonetheless. I like Dakota, she has a lot story to tell starting with her eye patch but aside from the obvious, she held her ground considering she’s around a bunch of ego-centric people. This girl is so artistic too, my favorite parts of the novel are her photo shoots with the band, each concept is so unique and utterly goth-romance I wish the photographs are real!
Now Vicious, they live up to their reputation as the sickest indie band out there! The members have a flair about them that may seem typical in some sense but truly they’re an artistic bunch once you’ve managed to push against the rockstar veneer. I understand that the group started in Taste, KEvangelista’s YA novel so if you’ve read it and liked it then it’s a MUST that you read SAVOR. Now if you’re like me and are new to this world, I think it would be wise to read Taste first to improve your appreciation for the band, Vicious, and understand their intricate relationships and chemistry because there’s a LOT of history worth knowing here. 
Luka. He puzzled and annoyed me for the most part. I don’t mind broodiness and even mild possessiveness but I draw the line on mercurial and flat out cray. To me Luka is your typical genius musician, he’s brilliant, magnetic, entitled and a ticking bomb. You don’t know what will set him off and because he holds quite a bit of “power”, he can level you on a whim. Intriguing but not something I would find endearing. This I know much though, this attitude and behavior won’t fly with Dakota but that part of the story has yet to be developed.
SAVOR is more of an introduction. The plot is not as tight as I’d expect it to be and the conflict was a little flimsy and remained unresolved which I guess will be addressed in Relish, book two of Vicious Feast. Luka’s backstory has been explored a bit but Dakota’s is yet to be revealed. What threw me off was SAVOR read more like a dark contemporary romance than paranormal then at the very end KEvangelista threw this magical shiznit. I’m excited to see where the series is going after this but I guess I want more eveness in my reads? In any case, I’m looking forward to know more about the band and the mystery behind Dakota’s nightmares and eye patch. That alone is enough to make me read book 2.





Savor Exclusive Excerpt

“Dakota Collins!”
I lowered my camera. The use of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my subject for the Spring Showcase.
The only problem?
I had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much. 
“This the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.
“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”
Still no pings of recognition in my head. 
She slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”
Of course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept up with current events.
“Name one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”
“What?” Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!” She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”
“Give me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone. 
Big. Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard. 
I clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.
Despite her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my colleague’s camera.”
Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy. 
Not that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I wouldn’t stand in her way. 
“What seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in. 
The bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be our age. 
“She’s been taking pictures,” Baldy said.
Lolita’s kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera. 
“As I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are covering the opening of Sacrifice.”
“For what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I would rather die than lose it. 
“The Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”
She tilted her head, crossing her arms. 
“Okay,” I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain didn’t have to know that. 
No one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward with my own selfish intensions. 
“You know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question. 
Lolita nodded.    
“I’m Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be interested in—”
“What would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group. 
The walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had to look up at him. 
“What are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”
One side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer. Damn.
Seeing him up close, I knew I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal shoot. 
“We have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails. 
“Luka,” Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”
Bypassing my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts. 
Gothic Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners. He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing. 
That little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action. “Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it. I had to have him as my subject. 
Still not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.
“Luka, don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late. 
“You’re a photographer?”
“Yes.” I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough. 
“And you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”
God yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further. 
I waited with baited breath.
It seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and no one would get bored.
“I need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.
Something about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a blackout dream. 
“What are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid. 
He unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me. 
“We’re about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana. If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”
Then, like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd. 

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When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master’s courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today she lives in the Philippines and writes full time.

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Tour Stop + Giveaway: Cherished by Kelly Elliott

Cherished
Wanted 4
Kelly Elliott
January 21, 2014
Contemporary Romance
Jessie Rhodes has been in love with Scott Reynolds for most of her life. But he ran away from her once, leaving her heartbroken.
When they find their way back to one another, things seem to fall into place, and they begin to plan their future together…
Until Scott’s ex-fiancée deceives them all. With yet another broken heart, it is Jessie’s turn to run away. During her retreat, she meets an intriguing man, and they form a bond that makes Jessie question everything.
Scott’s world collapses when the only girl he has ever loved disappears with no word on her whereabouts. When he finally discovers where Jessie has been hiding, he also learns of her new relationship.
Will deceit tear them apart? Or can Jessie and Scott survive their mistakes and choose to love and to cherish?
Cherished is the fourth book in the Wanted series.
(Jeff & Ari)
“There y’all are! Your father and I have been looking everywhere for you. Now, give me my granddaughter, so I can love on her properly.” 
I looked around Jeff and saw my mother walking up to us. I smiled at her and watched her take Grace from Jeff’s arms. As she made her way back toward everyone else, I glanced back at Jeff. He had the biggest grin on his face, and I followed his eyes as he looked over toward the barn. 
I laughed and shook my head. “No! Are you kidding me? Everyone is just right here. No. I’m not having sex in Gunner and Ellie’s barn.”
“Oh, come on, baby. Just think of the last time we had sex in a barn.” Jeff wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “The barn is far enough away from the house that no one could possibly hear us. I mean, you’ll have to keep your screams of pleasure down and all.”
I instantly felt the wetness between my legs. I quickly looked back at the house before turning and walking toward the barn. 
“I’m so going to hell for this,” I said as I heard Jeff say, “Oh, hell yes!”
I hadn’t even walked into the barn before he grabbed me and spun me around. He pulled me to him and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around him. He backed us up and leaned me against the wall. His hand moved up and under my shirt. The moment I felt him push up my bra and then squeeze my nipple, I almost came on the spot. 
“Jeff…oh god,” I whispered. 
He slowly let me down to unbutton my jeans. 
“Jesus, Ari…you drive me crazy. Do you know that?” he asked.
I watched him pull my pants and then my panties down. I lifted each leg as he took my sneakers off, and then he pulled off the pants and panties. He quickly undid his pants, and I felt my breathing pick up as I watched him push his pants down, his erection springing free. I licked my lips and looked up into his eyes. 
“Fuck…” Jeff said as he picked me back up. 
I wrapped my legs around him again. In one movement, he slammed his dick into me, and I let out a small whimper. I threw my head back and bit my lip… attempting not to yell out in pleasure. Nothing felt as good as having Jeff inside me. 
“Ah…Ari…baby, come on,” Jeff said as he moved in and out of me. 
I tried so hard to hold off, so I could just enjoy the feel of him inside me. 
“Baby…” 
That was it—his pleading voice was my undoing. I snapped my head forward, and our eyes met. 
“Jeff…I’m gonna come.” 
He let out a grunt and whispered, “Yes.”
I bit hard on my lower lip as Jeff closed his eyes. I swore I could feel every ounce of him pouring into my body. I’d never felt so damn sexy in my life as I did at this very moment with my husband holding me up after making such passionate love to me. He stood there, panting to catch his breath, still inside me.
I smiled as I leaned in and grabbed his lower lip with my teeth. 
“Ah hell, Ari. I could totally do that again if you’d just give me a few minutes.” 
I started laughing and then instantly stopped. I could hear someone talking. 
I looked at Jeff as we both said, “No fucking way!” 
Jeff dropped me and pulled up his pants. Then, he reached down and grabbed my pants, panties, and shoes before quickly taking my arm and walking me over to Big Roy’s stall. He opened it and pushed me inside. 
“Get down!” he whispered as he zipped up his pants. 
“What? I’m half-fucking-naked in a horse stall, and you want me to get down?”
Just then, we heard Garrett call out, “Ari? Jeff?”
Jeff turned back and pushed my head down before spinning around and walking away. 
Big Roy walked up to me and kept trying to nudge me with his head. 
I looked at Big Roy as I tried to get him to stop. “Stop it, boy. No! We aren’t going for a ride.” I rolled my eyes and hurried like hell to get my clothes back on. 
Big Roy took a few steps back, and I was finally able to get my panties on. I heard Jeff talking to Garrett, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. 
How does this man always know when we’re having sex? 
Just then, Big Roy pushed me hard on my back, making me fall forward…right into a pile of horse shit. 
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that did not just happen to me! 

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Kelly is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!

She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.

In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.

One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

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Tour Stop + Giveaway: Cherished by Kelly Elliott

Cherished
Wanted 4
Kelly Elliott
January 21, 2014
Contemporary Romance
Jessie Rhodes has been in love with Scott Reynolds for most of her life. But he ran away from her once, leaving her heartbroken.
When they find their way back to one another, things seem to fall into place, and they begin to plan their future together…
Until Scott’s ex-fiancée deceives them all. With yet another broken heart, it is Jessie’s turn to run away. During her retreat, she meets an intriguing man, and they form a bond that makes Jessie question everything.
Scott’s world collapses when the only girl he has ever loved disappears with no word on her whereabouts. When he finally discovers where Jessie has been hiding, he also learns of her new relationship.
Will deceit tear them apart? Or can Jessie and Scott survive their mistakes and choose to love and to cherish?
Cherished is the fourth book in the Wanted series.
(Jeff & Ari)
“There y’all are! Your father and I have been looking everywhere for you. Now, give me my granddaughter, so I can love on her properly.” 
I looked around Jeff and saw my mother walking up to us. I smiled at her and watched her take Grace from Jeff’s arms. As she made her way back toward everyone else, I glanced back at Jeff. He had the biggest grin on his face, and I followed his eyes as he looked over toward the barn. 
I laughed and shook my head. “No! Are you kidding me? Everyone is just right here. No. I’m not having sex in Gunner and Ellie’s barn.”
“Oh, come on, baby. Just think of the last time we had sex in a barn.” Jeff wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “The barn is far enough away from the house that no one could possibly hear us. I mean, you’ll have to keep your screams of pleasure down and all.”
I instantly felt the wetness between my legs. I quickly looked back at the house before turning and walking toward the barn. 
“I’m so going to hell for this,” I said as I heard Jeff say, “Oh, hell yes!”
I hadn’t even walked into the barn before he grabbed me and spun me around. He pulled me to him and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around him. He backed us up and leaned me against the wall. His hand moved up and under my shirt. The moment I felt him push up my bra and then squeeze my nipple, I almost came on the spot. 
“Jeff…oh god,” I whispered. 
He slowly let me down to unbutton my jeans. 
“Jesus, Ari…you drive me crazy. Do you know that?” he asked.
I watched him pull my pants and then my panties down. I lifted each leg as he took my sneakers off, and then he pulled off the pants and panties. He quickly undid his pants, and I felt my breathing pick up as I watched him push his pants down, his erection springing free. I licked my lips and looked up into his eyes. 
“Fuck…” Jeff said as he picked me back up. 
I wrapped my legs around him again. In one movement, he slammed his dick into me, and I let out a small whimper. I threw my head back and bit my lip… attempting not to yell out in pleasure. Nothing felt as good as having Jeff inside me. 
“Ah…Ari…baby, come on,” Jeff said as he moved in and out of me. 
I tried so hard to hold off, so I could just enjoy the feel of him inside me. 
“Baby…” 
That was it—his pleading voice was my undoing. I snapped my head forward, and our eyes met. 
“Jeff…I’m gonna come.” 
He let out a grunt and whispered, “Yes.”
I bit hard on my lower lip as Jeff closed his eyes. I swore I could feel every ounce of him pouring into my body. I’d never felt so damn sexy in my life as I did at this very moment with my husband holding me up after making such passionate love to me. He stood there, panting to catch his breath, still inside me.
I smiled as I leaned in and grabbed his lower lip with my teeth. 
“Ah hell, Ari. I could totally do that again if you’d just give me a few minutes.” 
I started laughing and then instantly stopped. I could hear someone talking. 
I looked at Jeff as we both said, “No fucking way!” 
Jeff dropped me and pulled up his pants. Then, he reached down and grabbed my pants, panties, and shoes before quickly taking my arm and walking me over to Big Roy’s stall. He opened it and pushed me inside. 
“Get down!” he whispered as he zipped up his pants. 
“What? I’m half-fucking-naked in a horse stall, and you want me to get down?”
Just then, we heard Garrett call out, “Ari? Jeff?”
Jeff turned back and pushed my head down before spinning around and walking away. 
Big Roy walked up to me and kept trying to nudge me with his head. 
I looked at Big Roy as I tried to get him to stop. “Stop it, boy. No! We aren’t going for a ride.” I rolled my eyes and hurried like hell to get my clothes back on. 
Big Roy took a few steps back, and I was finally able to get my panties on. I heard Jeff talking to Garrett, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. 
How does this man always know when we’re having sex? 
Just then, Big Roy pushed me hard on my back, making me fall forward…right into a pile of horse shit. 
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that did not just happen to me! 

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Kelly is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!

She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.

In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.

One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

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Tour Stop + Giveaway: Savor by Kate Evangelista

Savor
Vicious Feast 1
Kate Evanglista
Crescent Moon Press
NA – Paranormal (Contemporary) Romance
Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.
I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.
You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.
I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.
Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.
Again, refer to the warning above.



Hi Kate! Thanks for stopping by Talk Supe, it’s an honor to host a fellow Filipino here!

*waves* Thank you so much for having me. 

The series name, Vicious Feast, is such an interesting name. How did you come up with this and what is the series about?

The name came to me in the shower as with all my light bulb moments. I don’t know why, but I’m not complaining. The series name is actually two parts. Vicious is the name of the indie band Luka and our Barinkoff gang are a part of. At the same time, the word Vicious evokes the situations the characters will be going through in this series. 


Feast comes from the titles. I wanted to maintain a connection with Taste (the book that started this adventure, but isn’t book one). So the titles of the books are as follows: Savor, Relish, Consume, and Devour. The final two are tentative, but hey, I’m liking them already. What do you folks think?

I think it’s ingenious and certainly curious. Is this your only New Adult series or do you have others?

Savor is actually my second New Adult novel, the first being Romancing the Bookworm, which is a romantic comedy. Please check it out for a funny, heartwarming story with a plus size heroine.

I know you have other fantasy series out, how is Vicious Feast different from our other works?

It’s very different in that I’m pushing the boundaries here. This is the first time I’m actually question my limits and how scary my subconscious can be. Savor is very real and at times very raw. The feelings evoked in this novel are at times so visceral, I wonder how I survived the writing process. In short, it’ll be an awesome ride. *winks*

Exciting! SAVOR is the first book in the series, without revealing too much, what is it about and why would it appeal to the new adult audience?

SAVOR is about a girl sucked into a world so far from reality it is addictive and frightening and seductive all at the same time. This story will appeal to the new adult audience because from beginning to end readers will question what is going on beneath the surface. Here’s a tease from Dakota: If Alice thought Wonderland was twisted, it had nothing on Lunar Manor.



Those are fighting words now, I don’t think Alice would like that. LOL New Adult is known for its gritty and heartbreaking topics, will SAVOR have those aside from the para-super elements?

Yes…in what I hope is handled in an unexpected manner.

The NA crowd would love that. Dakota Collins is your new heroine, what is she like?

Dakota is someone who straddles the line between being tough and vulnerable. She’s confident about her talent as a photographer, which allows her to stand toe-to-toe with the uber creative Luka. She’s an artist who understands the eccentricities of other artists. Oh, and did I mention she wears an eye patch?

Yes! I find that quite interesting. Luka is the romantic interest here and he’s a rocker, why are readers going to swoon for him?

I’m actually nervous about presenting this side of Luka. He’s still the character everyone fell in love with, but a little different in this universe, too. Readers will have to read then make up their minds about him. I know how I feel, but I’m obviously biased. *evil laughs*



Thanks for the warning… Is there a new couple with every Vicious Feast book or will the series be about Luka and Dakota?

When the story of SAVOR came to me, I knew right away that it’s Luka’s and Dakota’s saga. They are both so huge that their story spans four books. I’m already mentally and emotionally preparing myself for putting into words what they go through.

I personally prefer one couple than many. It give us readers a chance to get invested in them and the writer to really flesh out their story. Can you describe Lunar Manor to us (photo prop requested if applicable)?

It’s huge. I describe it in the book as a leviathan surrounded by green. And imagine a large sundial in the driveway acting as the rotunda instead of the usual fountain. 

What’s your next project?

Right now I’m working on Relish for NaNo, which is the second book. I’m also elbow deep in an exciting project that I can’t say anything about yet. And I’m expecting edits for two more projects. *wipes forehead* Looks like it’s going to be another wonderfully busy year.

I’d like to take this moment to thank Talk Supe for inviting me to be here today. It was so much fun answering all the questions about SAVOR. I’ve kept this story really close to my chest and it feels good to share a little more about it. Please enter the world of Vicious with Dakota.


Thanks, Kate! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your latest work with us.




Savor Exclusive Excerpt

“Dakota Collins!”
I lowered my camera. The use of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my subject for the Spring Showcase.
The only problem?
I had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much. 
“This the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.
“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”
Still no pings of recognition in my head. 
She slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”
Of course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept up with current events.
“Name one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”
“What?” Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!” She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”
“Give me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone. 
Big. Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard. 
I clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.
Despite her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my colleague’s camera.”
Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy. 
Not that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I wouldn’t stand in her way. 
“What seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in. 
The bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be our age. 
“She’s been taking pictures,” Baldy said.
Lolita’s kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera. 
“As I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are covering the opening of Sacrifice.”
“For what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I would rather die than lose it. 
“The Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”
She tilted her head, crossing her arms. 
“Okay,” I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain didn’t have to know that. 
No one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward with my own selfish intensions. 
“You know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question. 
Lolita nodded.    
“I’m Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be interested in—”
“What would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group. 
The walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had to look up at him. 
“What are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”
One side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer. Damn.
Seeing him up close, I knew I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal shoot. 
“We have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails. 
“Luka,” Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”
Bypassing my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts. 
Gothic Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners. He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing. 
That little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action. “Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it. I had to have him as my subject. 
Still not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.
“Luka, don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late. 
“You’re a photographer?”
“Yes.” I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough. 
“And you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”
God yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further. 
I waited with baited breath.
It seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and no one would get bored.
“I need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.
Something about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a blackout dream. 
“What are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid. 
He unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me. 
“We’re about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana. If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”
Then, like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd. 

Purchase Savor

When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master’s courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today she lives in the Philippines and writes full time.

Stalk Kate!

Tour Stop + Giveaway: Savor by Kate Evangelista

Savor
Vicious Feast 1
Kate Evanglista
Crescent Moon Press
NA – Paranormal (Contemporary) Romance
Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.
I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.
You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.
I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.
Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.
Again, refer to the warning above.



Hi Kate! Thanks for stopping by Talk Supe, it’s an honor to host a fellow Filipino here!

*waves* Thank you so much for having me. 

The series name, Vicious Feast, is such an interesting name. How did you come up with this and what is the series about?

The name came to me in the shower as with all my light bulb moments. I don’t know why, but I’m not complaining. The series name is actually two parts. Vicious is the name of the indie band Luka and our Barinkoff gang are a part of. At the same time, the word Vicious evokes the situations the characters will be going through in this series. 


Feast comes from the titles. I wanted to maintain a connection with Taste (the book that started this adventure, but isn’t book one). So the titles of the books are as follows: Savor, Relish, Consume, and Devour. The final two are tentative, but hey, I’m liking them already. What do you folks think?

I think it’s ingenious and certainly curious. Is this your only New Adult series or do you have others?

Savor is actually my second New Adult novel, the first being Romancing the Bookworm, which is a romantic comedy. Please check it out for a funny, heartwarming story with a plus size heroine.

I know you have other fantasy series out, how is Vicious Feast different from our other works?

It’s very different in that I’m pushing the boundaries here. This is the first time I’m actually question my limits and how scary my subconscious can be. Savor is very real and at times very raw. The feelings evoked in this novel are at times so visceral, I wonder how I survived the writing process. In short, it’ll be an awesome ride. *winks*

Exciting! SAVOR is the first book in the series, without revealing too much, what is it about and why would it appeal to the new adult audience?

SAVOR is about a girl sucked into a world so far from reality it is addictive and frightening and seductive all at the same time. This story will appeal to the new adult audience because from beginning to end readers will question what is going on beneath the surface. Here’s a tease from Dakota: If Alice thought Wonderland was twisted, it had nothing on Lunar Manor.



Those are fighting words now, I don’t think Alice would like that. LOL New Adult is known for its gritty and heartbreaking topics, will SAVOR have those aside from the para-super elements?

Yes…in what I hope is handled in an unexpected manner.

The NA crowd would love that. Dakota Collins is your new heroine, what is she like?

Dakota is someone who straddles the line between being tough and vulnerable. She’s confident about her talent as a photographer, which allows her to stand toe-to-toe with the uber creative Luka. She’s an artist who understands the eccentricities of other artists. Oh, and did I mention she wears an eye patch?

Yes! I find that quite interesting. Luka is the romantic interest here and he’s a rocker, why are readers going to swoon for him?

I’m actually nervous about presenting this side of Luka. He’s still the character everyone fell in love with, but a little different in this universe, too. Readers will have to read then make up their minds about him. I know how I feel, but I’m obviously biased. *evil laughs*



Thanks for the warning… Is there a new couple with every Vicious Feast book or will the series be about Luka and Dakota?

When the story of SAVOR came to me, I knew right away that it’s Luka’s and Dakota’s saga. They are both so huge that their story spans four books. I’m already mentally and emotionally preparing myself for putting into words what they go through.

I personally prefer one couple than many. It give us readers a chance to get invested in them and the writer to really flesh out their story. Can you describe Lunar Manor to us (photo prop requested if applicable)?

It’s huge. I describe it in the book as a leviathan surrounded by green. And imagine a large sundial in the driveway acting as the rotunda instead of the usual fountain. 

What’s your next project?

Right now I’m working on Relish for NaNo, which is the second book. I’m also elbow deep in an exciting project that I can’t say anything about yet. And I’m expecting edits for two more projects. *wipes forehead* Looks like it’s going to be another wonderfully busy year.

I’d like to take this moment to thank Talk Supe for inviting me to be here today. It was so much fun answering all the questions about SAVOR. I’ve kept this story really close to my chest and it feels good to share a little more about it. Please enter the world of Vicious with Dakota.


Thanks, Kate! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your latest work with us.




Savor Exclusive Excerpt

“Dakota Collins!”
I lowered my camera. The use of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my subject for the Spring Showcase.
The only problem?
I had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much. 
“This the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.
“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”
Still no pings of recognition in my head. 
She slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”
Of course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept up with current events.
“Name one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”
“What?” Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!” She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”
“Give me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone. 
Big. Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard. 
I clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.
Despite her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my colleague’s camera.”
Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy. 
Not that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I wouldn’t stand in her way. 
“What seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in. 
The bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be our age. 
“She’s been taking pictures,” Baldy said.
Lolita’s kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera. 
“As I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are covering the opening of Sacrifice.”
“For what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I would rather die than lose it. 
“The Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”
She tilted her head, crossing her arms. 
“Okay,” I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain didn’t have to know that. 
No one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward with my own selfish intensions. 
“You know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question. 
Lolita nodded.    
“I’m Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be interested in—”
“What would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group. 
The walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had to look up at him. 
“What are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”
One side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer. Damn.
Seeing him up close, I knew I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal shoot. 
“We have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails. 
“Luka,” Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”
Bypassing my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts. 
Gothic Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners. He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing. 
That little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action. “Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it. I had to have him as my subject. 
Still not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.
“Luka, don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late. 
“You’re a photographer?”
“Yes.” I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough. 
“And you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”
God yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further. 
I waited with baited breath.
It seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and no one would get bored.
“I need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.
Something about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a blackout dream. 
“What are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid. 
He unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me. 
“We’re about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana. If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”
Then, like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd. 

Purchase Savor

When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master’s courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today she lives in the Philippines and writes full time.

Stalk Kate!

Bought Borrowed & Bagged #85

BB&B (Bought, Borrowed and Bagged) is a weekly meme, inspired my The Story Siren and Pop Culture Junkie, where we share with you the books that we have bought, borrowed or bagged (won or gifted) plus a recap of the previous week’s reviews, upcoming reviews, on going events and book movie or television news. 

BB&B is an homage Barron’s Books & Baubles from Karen Marie Moning’s smash hit series, Fever. 

Sorry for being super late in posting this. Been busy this weekend… in any case, here’s what I got last week. I hope yours was good if not better. Enjoy the Grammy’s!!!
Bagged
from Authors, Publishers & Tour Companies


STILL OPEN!

Leslea Tash is still looking for Goodreads/Blog reviewers to read BIRD AFTER BIRD. This is a full length contemporary romance novel with the release date still pending. If you are interested, leave a comment below with your email so I can contact you or you may visit Leslea’s FACEBOOK PAGE if you want to get in touch with her directly.

Leslea, aka Red Tash, is the author of TROLL OR DERBY. She’s has a wicked mind and even more wicked with a pen… errr keyboard… so you’re in good hands.

Last Week’s Reviews

Upcoming Reviews

Current Giveaways

win 1 of 2 print copies of Just One Night
ends Jan 30
win a signed print copy of Heights of Desire or 1 $20 Amazon GC
ends Jan 31
Danielle Doolittle
win books & swag
ends Jan. 28

Sandy Williams
win the complete series + swag
ends Feb. 15

Check out these other fabulous blogs that participate in 
Bought, Borrowed & Bagged:

NOTE: There’s a new linky created for this year and please note that you have to use your LABEL links (i.e. book haul) on the form below NOT the post link.

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Bought Borrowed & Bagged #85

BB&B (Bought, Borrowed and Bagged) is a weekly meme, inspired my The Story Siren and Pop Culture Junkie, where we share with you the books that we have bought, borrowed or bagged (won or gifted) plus a recap of the previous week’s reviews, upcoming reviews, on going events and book movie or television news. 

BB&B is an homage Barron’s Books & Baubles from Karen Marie Moning’s smash hit series, Fever. 

Sorry for being super late in posting this. Been busy this weekend… in any case, here’s what I got last week. I hope yours was good if not better. Enjoy the Grammy’s!!!
Bagged
from Authors, Publishers & Tour Companies


STILL OPEN!

Leslea Tash is still looking for Goodreads/Blog reviewers to read BIRD AFTER BIRD. This is a full length contemporary romance novel with the release date still pending. If you are interested, leave a comment below with your email so I can contact you or you may visit Leslea’s FACEBOOK PAGE if you want to get in touch with her directly.

Leslea, aka Red Tash, is the author of TROLL OR DERBY. She’s has a wicked mind and even more wicked with a pen… errr keyboard… so you’re in good hands.

Last Week’s Reviews

Upcoming Reviews

Current Giveaways

win 1 of 2 print copies of Just One Night
ends Jan 30
win a signed print copy of Heights of Desire or 1 $20 Amazon GC
ends Jan 31
Danielle Doolittle
win books & swag
ends Jan. 28

Sandy Williams
win the complete series + swag
ends Feb. 15

Check out these other fabulous blogs that participate in 
Bought, Borrowed & Bagged:

NOTE: There’s a new linky created for this year and please note that you have to use your LABEL links (i.e. book haul) on the form below NOT the post link.

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