Taste is live on AMAZON. Exciting day at the Evangelista household. Grab your copy now:

Two Guest Posts, oh my!

I'm guest posting over at my writing sister's blog Oh, The Things I've Learned here: and over at  Sophie's blog Life Between Pages about the Evolution of Taste. Come check it out here: 

Taste Pun-away Giveaway Winners!

What a fun week! At some point, I thought my head would explode. But since my head is still on my shoulders, I wanted to take this moment to announce the winners of the Taste Pun-away Giveaway that I held in preparation for Taste's release on April 30! According to the timer above that the lovely Ayanami created for Taste we only have a day left. *cue music here*

Okay, okay, I know I'm babbling.

Announce the winners already, you say.

Just to let you know, the winners were chosen by three very important people: Angie, Noey, and Marybeth. These three are very fair and very discriminating. So, winners, these's three ladies are the ones you should be thanking.

Okay, enough stalling.

Here are the winners:

Audrey Kingman

her pun

I want a Taste of the ultimate adventure.


her pun

I loved the book trailer, cover and excerpts of Taste. A wonderful appetizer. I am eager to take more bites out of it and look forward to savoring the experience..... Very excited to having a ~ Taste!


Michelle Chew

her pun

I dare you to devour Taste like never before. Can your heart survive a taste of Kate's book?

Congratulations to all the winners! Expect my email soon.

Let's give them all a round of applause.

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the giveaway! I have more giveaways planned in the future, so please stay tuned, you might be the next winner.

Taste's release is just around the corner, so if you would like to tweet about Taste, let's use these following hashtags:






And you never know, by using these tags, we might trend on twitter. Oh the dream.

Happy weekend, everyone! Make sure to grab your copy of Taste come the 30th. :-)

Please Vote

Grave Tells has me up for Favorite Author for April 2012. So cool! If you have the time please vote for me:

Want TASTE? Pun now! Giveaway

Want to get your hands on Taste?

Can't wait another day before you get a Taste?

Well, here's your chance!

In preparation for Taste's official release on April 30, 2012 (a day earlier than expected. Yey!) I want to give away e-copies to three lucky winners.

At Barinkoff Academy, there's only one rule: no students on campus after curfew. Phoenix McKay soon finds out why when she is left behind at sunset. A group calling themselves night students threaten to taste her flesh until she is saved by a mysterious, alluring boy. With his pale skin, dark eyes, and mesmerizing voice, Demitri is both irresistible and impenetrable. He warns her to stay away from his dangerous world of flesh eaters. Unfortunately, the gorgeous and playful Luka has other plans.

When Phoenix is caught between her physical and her emotional attraction, she becomes the keeper of a deadly secret that will rock the foundations of an ancient civilization living beneath Barinkoff Academy. Phoenix doesn’t realize until it is too late that the closer she gets to both Demitri and Luka the more she is plunging them all into a centuries old feud. 

Here are the mechanics of the giveaway:

1. Tweet about Taste's release.
2. Share Taste's release on Facebook.
3. Compose your best Taste pun.

That's all there is to it. :-)

Please leave your name, the links to your tweet and Facebook wall post, and your email address in the comments section so I can contact you.

Three of my closest friends will be choosing each of the winners.

The giveaway is until April 27, 2012, Friday.

I will be announcing the winners on April 30, 2012. :-)

Please feel free to:

Follow me on Twitter: @KateEvangelista

Happy Punning, Everyone!

The Making of...Kate's first Radio Interview

On this day a week ago, I experienced one of the most awesome days of my life. One of the things that happened to me was a radio interview with the amazing Marybeth Nave for her weekly radio show called Tuesday's with Marybeth. I will be posting the whole interview when I get my copy, but right now, I would like to share with all of you a bit of the making of the interview. Please press play and enjoy:

My April 16th in Pictures

Besides the wonderful excerpt and trailer reveal for Taste on the 16th, I also had a busy day filled with birthday celebrations, a TV interview, and a Radio interview. It was such a fun day that I wanted to share it with all of you through pictures. So, let's begin. Once upon a time...

~ 5:30am - Wake Up ~

~ 5:40am - Wake Mom ~

~ 5:48am - Breakfast ~

~ 6:00am - Connecting ~

~ 6:46am - Getting Dressed ~

~ 7:28am - Leaving ~

~ 8:48am - Arrival ~

~ 9:55am - At the Studio ~

~ 9:56am - On Set ~

~ 10:48am - FlipGeeks Segment ~

~ 11:06am - End of TV Interview ~

~ 12:10pm - Lunch ~

~ 2:40pm - Radio Interview ~

~ 3:40pm - End of Interview ~

~ 4:38pm - Grabbing Dinner ~

~ 5:24pm - Home ~

~ The End ~

Taste Book Trailer and Excerpt Reveal

Today is a BIG day!

When I was planning this reveal, I never thought I would reach this day without my head completely exploding off my shoulders. It's been a crazy couple of weeks leading up to this moment (coordinating with everyone), and I feel a sense of excitement and relief.

Today, with the generous help of other bloggers across the interwebs, Taste's official trailer and excerpt is revealed.

There are two different excerpts floating around out there. I hope you'll be able to find both, and as an added bonus, there's a third super exclusive excerpt. The bloggers who have participated in this mini-treasure hunt have hidden the link that will lead you to the third excerpt within their reveal post. So, keep your eyes peeled.

I chose this day, April 16, in homage to my mother. It's her birthday. And like the amazing woman that she is, she's spending the day coming with me to TV and Radio interviews for Taste. She's one awesome Momager.  The TV interview goes live on Friday at channel 8 for those who have Destiny Cable and Channel 1 for Global Satellite. I'll also make sure to post the interview here when I have the copy. As for the radio interview, it airs on Tuesday, 9-10pm (Philippine time) at DZRJ 810AM. I'll post the link to the station tomorrow for those who want to take a listen. 

So, without further ado, I give to you Taste's Trailer and Excerpt:

Song Credits: "Hunger" © Noelle Pico.
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Taste Excerpt

I mentally stomped on the intimidation their perfection brought into my mind and said, “Excuse me.”
The group froze, startled by my words. The girls had their brows raised and the boys stopped mid-speech, mouths agape. They stared at me with eyes the shade of onyx stones.
I smiled and gave them a little wave.
The boy a step ahead of the rest recovered first. His stunning features went from shocked surprise to intense interest. He reminded me of a hawk eyeing its prey. I gulped.
“A Day Student,” he said, his eyes insolent and excited.
Something about the way he said “Day Student” made my stomach flip. “Excuse me?”
They snickered. The boys looked at each other while the girls continued to stare, muffling their laughter by delicate hands. I seemed to be the butt of some joke. 
“You broke the rule.” The boy’s grin turned predatory.
The students formed a loose semi-circle in front of me. My gaze darted from face to face. Hunger filled their eyes. The image of lions about to chase down a gazelle came to mind. I mentally shook my head. I was in the mountains not the Serengeti for crying out loud.
I took a small step back and cleared my throat. “Can any of you give me a ride back to the dorms?”
The boy wagged his forefinger like a metronome. “Ah, that’s unfortunate for you.”
One of the girls pinched the bridge of her nose. “Eli, you can’t possibly—”
“It’s forbidden, Eli,” another boy interrupted, pronouncing the word “forbidden” like a curse.
The nervous murmur at the pit of my stomach grew louder. Six against one. Not good odds. Instinct told me to cut my losses and run. Bad enough I faced expulsion, now it seemed like weird, beautiful people who’d suddenly appeared on campus wanted to beat me up. No, scratch that. Judging from the way they studied me, beating me up wouldn’t satisfy them. Something more primal prowled behind their looks.
I definitely wasn’t going down without a fight. Years of self-defense and hand-to-hand combat classes had me prepared. While other children from rich and important families got bodyguards, I got defense training. But I think my father meant for my skills to go up against potential kidnappers, not against other students who may or may not be crazy. Oh God! Maybe I stepped into a parallel universe or something when I reentered Barinkoff.
“None of the students are supposed to be on campus,” I said. Then, realizing my mistake, I added, “Okay, I know I’m not supposed to be here either. If one of you gives me a ride back to the dorms, I won’t say anything about all this. Let’s pretend this never happened. I didn’t see you, you didn’t see me.”
“We’re not ordinary students,” Eli answered. “We’re the Night Students.”
He’d said “Night Students” like the words were capitalized. I didn’t know Barinkoff held classes at night. What was going on here?
Eli smiled with just one side of his mouth and said to the group, “She’s right, no one will have to know. We’re the only ones here. And it’s been so long, don’t you agree?”
The rest of them nodded reluctantly.
“What’s been so long?” I challenged. I fisted my hands, ready to put them up if any of them so much as twitched my way.
“Since the taste of real flesh passed through my lips,” Eli said. He came forward and took a whiff of me then laughed when I cringed.
“Flesh.” Yep, parallel universe.
“Yes,” he said. “And yours smells so fresh.”
Someone grabbed my shoulders from behind and yanked me back before I could wrap my mind around the meaning behind Eli’s words. In a blink, I found myself behind someone tall. Someone really tall. And quite broad. And very male.
I realized he wore the same clothes Eli and the other boys did. Not good. He was one of them. Although… I cocked my head, raking my gaze over him. He seemed born to wear the uniform, like he was the pattern everyone else was cut from. My eyes wandered to long, layered, blue-black hair tied at the nape by a silk ribbon. Even in dim light, his hair possessed a sheen akin to mercury.
I looked down. The boy’s long fingers were wrapped around my wrist like a cuff. His fevered touch felt hotter than human standards, hot enough to make me sweat like I was standing beside a radiator but not hot enough to burn.
“I must be mistaken, Eli,” the boy who held my arm said in a monotone. “Correct me. Did I hear you say you wanted to taste the flesh of this girl?”
A hush descended on us. It had the hairs at the back of my neck rising. How was it possible for the atmosphere to switch from threatening to dangerous? Unable to help myself, I peeked around the new guy’s bulk. Eli and his friends bowed. They all had their right hands on their chests.
“Demitri, I’m sure you misheard me,” Eli said.
So the guy standing between me and the person who said he’d wanted to taste me was named Demitri. I like the sound of his name. Demitri. So strong, yet rolls off the tongue. Definite yum factor.
“So, you imply I made a mistake?” Demitri demanded.
“No!” Eli lifted his gaze. “I did no such thing. I simply wanted to show the girl the consequences of breaking curfew.”
“Hey!” I yelled. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!”
Demitri ignored my protest and continued to address Eli. “So, you threatened to taste her flesh.” His fingers tightened their grip around my wrist. “In the interest of investigating this matter further, I invoke the Silence.”
All six students gasped, passing surprised glances at one another.
Before I could ask about what was going on, Demitri yanked me down the hall toward the library. But why there? Oh, maybe we were getting my things. No, wait, he couldn’t have known about that. Everything was too confusing now.
Eli and the others didn’t try to stop us when we passed them. Demitri’s cold command must have carried power. Handsome and powerful, never a bad combination on a guy.
We reached the heavy double doors in seconds. He jerked one open effortlessly. I’d needed all my strength just to squeeze through that same door earlier. To him, the thick wood might as well have been cardboard. I raised an eyebrow and mentally listed the benefits of going to gym class.
“Why are we here?” I asked after my curiosity overpowered my worry. I’d almost forgotten how frightened I’d been right before Demitri showed up. I wasn’t above accepting help from strangers. Especially from gorgeous dark-haired strangers with hot hands and wide shoulders.
Demitri kept going, tugging me along, snaking his way deeper into the library. I had to take two steps for every stride his legs made. I tried to stay directly behind him, praying we didn’t slam into anything.
He stopped suddenly and I collided with him. It felt like slamming into a wall.
“Hey,” I said, momentarily stunned. “A little warning would be nice!”
He faced me, and I gasped. His eyes resembled a starless night, deep and endless. Their intensity drilled through me without pity, seeming to expose all my secrets. I felt naked and flustered beneath his gaze.
“You could have died back there,” he warned.
A lump of panic rebuilt itself in my throat.

Taste release: May 1, 2012 from Crescent Moon Press

Friday + 13 = Friday the 13th

Each of the seven days of the week has its own character and significance in the world's superstitions. Astrologers have allocated a planetary sign to each day and this largely determines its qualities.

Friday, subject to Venus, is widely held to be unlucky and a day when evil influences are at work -- especially if it happens to be the thirteenth day of the month when anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Even in a modern technologically advanced society, business will fall off whenever a 'Friday the thirteenth' comes round as important deals are delayed until a more propitious date. New undertakings of many other kinds, including weddings and other events of a personal nature, will also be postponed.

The day that Eve offered the apple to Adam in the Garden of Eden, Friday is favored for the holding of witches' covens and was formerly the customary day for hangings. Accidents are more frequent on Fridays (though visits to the doctor are not advised), and clothes made on this day will not fit. Projects or trips begun on a Friday will not prosper and any person who laughs on that day, says one old proverb, will cry on Sunday. Many people add that Friday is also an inauspicious day for moving house or for weddings, and formerly in some parts of the British Isles those who courted their lovers on a Friday were hounded by friends and neighbors banging noisily on pans and kettles. According to one old Shropshire superstition, news received on a Friday makes a physical impression upon the hearer in the form of a new wrinkle for every tiding. Children born on Friday will prove unlucky, but will enjoy the gift of second sight and healing powers. Many people claim that the weather on a Friday will be repeated on the following Sunday.

Books Without Borders

In case any of you would like to attend. I certainly wish I could if I didn't live a thousand miles away. It sounds like a fun event. Here's all the info you'll need:

Books Without Borders is an event to be held on June 9th on the Yonkers Waterfront. The entrance to the event is The Yonkers Riverfront Library located at 1 Larkin Center, Yonkers N.Y.10701. The Event is being sponsored by The Yonkers Downtown Waterfront BID and the Yonkers Library System and organized by The Westchester Guardian and Yonkers Tribune Newspapers, WGRN Radio and Dennis Sheehan. The hours of Books Without Borders will be from 10am to 4 pm.

Seminars, workshops and panel discussions will be held throughout the day and will be listed on the event map available at the Library the day of the event. Authors will be able to sell books and promote themselves and their work. Booksellers will be selling books and allowing the community to familiarize themselves with the bookstores in the Westchester and New York area. Agents, publishers and distributors are attending and holding workshops and seminars, some participating in the panel discussions.

The event is free!

Those wishing to sell books must complete a Registration Packet which includes the City of Yonkers vendors permit application. The permit application requires a fee and must be completed and returned with a photo ID. The Registration Packets are available upon request by emailing Dennis Sheehan at or call 914-262-1730 or Jessica Ardrey at or call 914-969-6660. If you are selling Books you are invited to bring your own table. A table may be rented in advance through the Yonkers Downtown BID for a rental fee of $10. If you wish to do so, make sure to check the appropriate box in the Registration Packet and include the required fee.

Registration deadline May 11th.

Review Request: Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift (Cassidy Jones Adventures, Book 2) by Elise Stokes

I haven't done this in a while, but for Elise, I'd post one again. Today, we have the second book of the Cassidy Jones series up for grabs. Here's what you need to know about it:

Two months after being infected with a strange retrovirus, Cassidy Jones continues to live a double life while she struggles to master her newly gained superpowers. High school has become the only normal thing left in her life—except for tall, dark, and handsome Emery Phillips, who shadows her every move, making sure she doesn’t reveal her secret. Then an overnight sleepover at Catamount Mountain Zoo takes a menacing turn, putting everything at risk.

You know the drill. Leave your name and email address in the comments section if you what to review this book so Elise can contact you about your copy right away. :-)

And don't forget the big reveal on April 16!

If anyone still wants to join, let me know in the comments section as well.

New Tenants

I usually write in the afternoons and late at night. These are the times when I feel most creative and connected with the characters in my head. But sometimes, like this morning, I wake up to a new character having just moved into a new apartment complex in my head. I officially have a city of them now. They can get noisy, but most of the time, I can keep them contained until I feel it's time to let them lose.

I love walking up excited to write a new story. I grab my phone Joe and start typing away when my notebook Stan hasn't gotten a chance to wake up yet. Usually, I think about the progression of the work before even sitting down, but the moment I opened my eyes this morning, Dax was already walking into Pinky's, a club with the best nachos in Silver City. And there we are, the beginning of a new story. I wasn't supposed to write anything this month because I'm currently decompressing from editing Taste and preparing myself mentally for the editing of Til Death to come. But when a character like Dax enters your life, you can't sit around and ignore his story. Man, my heart is pounding so hard as I type up this blog post. My fingers are shaking so badly, I can't even hit the keys properly. I tell you, the backspace has been used countless times during this composition.

I can't wait to see where Dax leads me. It's one of those times when I don't know the story and I have to take it a chapter at a time. That's what happened with Impulse. It came out organically the way it is today. I'm not even sure which genre in YA Dax's story falls under. I don't even have a title. Heck, I'm still thinking of the chapter title. But one thing is for sure, I'm super excited.

Page One: One Good Thing by Aaron Ritchey

Reeni knew two things for sure: you couldn’t count on good things happening.  And evil worked like clockwork.  Saturday nights, when her stepfather was alive, he’d come home drunk.  Now that Fank was dead, he still came home.  Evil.  Predictable.  Clockwork.

            In her room, draped with sheets and bargain-bin fabric, Reenie huddled sweating over her laptop on Kitchigai-Koji-2’s website.  If she clicked at the right time, she’d be the 6666 visitor and win the kiriban.  She could take a screenshot, email it in, and the artist would draw an angel for her.  Special.  For her.  A gift from life, when life never gave her gifts.  Just empty, dead fists.

It was still early.  Only 1012 visitors so far.  She loved Kitchigai-Koji-2’s artwork.  Loved how the strong eyes of his characters made her feel strong despite the wounds inside her. 

10:15, her dead stepfather Fank would come through the front door.  It was 9:59.  The old, abandoned Victorian house groaned around her like a zombie shedding flesh.

Reeni fiddled with the piercing in her brow, in her nose, in her lip.  Her fingers black with tattoos.  Poems on her fingers.

Her mom hated the piercings and tattoos.  Reeni hated the evil drunks her mother brought home.  Saturday night, Mom wouldn’t be home until after last call.  2:15 a.m. at the earliest.  Leaving Reeni alone.

10:15 on the dot.  2513 visitors on the website. 

Fank burst through the front door downstairs.  She could smell him.  His rotten stench filled the house.

“Reenie!  Papa’s home!”  Fank’s dead voice churned through decaying vocal chords.

His footsteps slumped toward her.  Mom said the spell would keep him down.  Mom also thought she could cure drunks with her magic and love.  She was stupid and her spells were crap. 

3067 visitors.  Reenie wouldn’t make it.  She’d lose the kiriban.  Fank’s corpse came toward her.  She couldn’t count on good things happening. 

Laptop opened so it wouldn’t suspend, Reenie ran out of her room.  Fank, on the steps, glaring at her through the pinpricks of light in the dead, dirty, buried meat of his face.  Cheeks sagging down to his shoulders and bone poking through.  “Come give Papa a kiss.”

The wireless outer was in the basement.  Reenie had to flee up the ladder in the hallway and into the attic.  Could the signal reach up there?  She hoped it would.  Prayed. 

Fank shambled toward her.  “Can’t change a man.  Can’t change a man like me.”

Up the rungs.  A hand, slick with slime and death, touched her leg.  She gritted her teeth.

Into the attic.  Fank coming up.

The wireless connection.  Signal status poor.  And getting poorer.

5, 588 visitors.

Reenie shut her eyes.  Please, God.  Just this once.  Just this one good thing for me.

“Darling…” Fank muttered through filth.

Eyes open.  She saw it 6665.  She clicked—her web browser showed her that she had won.  6666.  She hit the screen print button.  Fank standing over her. 

Reeni emailed the image out and finished her spell.  Fank’s rotten hands and yellow nails, reached for her face.

An attic window shattered inward and Kitchigai-Koji-2’s angel burst in, wings, leather, red-slashed hair.

He smiled at her.  The strong, steady, blue eyes, kind.  Goodness had come.

To take away Fank’s soul.

And leave her a little hope. 

One good thing.


YA Paranormal author Aaron Michael Ritchey has penned a dozen manuscripts in his 20 years as a writer. When he isn’t slapping around his muse, Aaron cycles to look fabulous, works in medical technologies, and keeps his family in silks and furs. His first novel, The Never Prayer, launches March 29, 2012 from Crescent Moon Press.

For more on Aaron, visit him at:

Cover Reveal: Hollywood Ever After by Sasha Summers

Today, it's my pleasure to participate in the cover reveal for Hollywood Ever After by Sasha Summers. Doesn't it make you want to read the book? Check it out:

She wasn’t meant for movie stars, Hollywood, or happy endings. And then she met him.

Happy Endings are for fairy tales. Or the movies. Not for real life. At least, not Claire’s life. Even though she’s starting over, she knows better than to want too much this time. But when she falls, literally, into the strong arms of Hollywood’s ‘it’ boy Josh Wiley, Claire’s in for some surprises. Her plans for rest and relaxation are forgotten as one incredible night with Josh becomes two… And her heart begins to want him as much as her body. Will two kids, one bastard ex-husband, and Josh’s juggernaut career mean the end of their affair? Or can Claire find her happy ending after all?

You can pre-order Holloywood Ever After now at InkSpell Publishing:

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