Join me Get #RUSHED

It's a twitter party, everybody!

The lovely and talented Lynn Rush, fellow Crescent Moon Press author, has invited me to Get #RUSHED.

I'm extending this invite to everyone.

Here are the particulars of this party:

Date: September 4, 2012

Time: 8PM to 9PM EST (that's 9AM Philippine time)

Here is the schedule throughout the hour:

Twitter Party #RUSHED (Be sure to put #RUSHED on every one of your posts)

8:00 Tweet the Hashtag #RUSHED for one entry for gift card—then hang around for more prizes
8:10 (or so) Kate’s first e-book giveaway
8:20 (or so) Lynn’s first e-book giveaway
8:35 (or so) Kate’s second e-book giveaway
8:50 (or so) Lynn’s second e-book giveaway
8:55 Lynn disappears to tally entrants for Grand Prize—Kate takes over
9:00 Winner of GC and other giveaways will be announced

Basically, the twitter party is one big giveaway bash and here are the prizes:

1 E-book of Taste
1 ARC of Reaping Me Softly (courtesy of my awesome ninja publicist, Traci)
E-Arc of Violet Midnight
1 E-book of Prelude to Darkness


the GRAND PRIZEa $25.00 Amazon or B&N GC (winner's choice)

All winners will be announced after the party.

Questions and tasks will be tweeted throughout the hour corresponding to each giveaway. All you have to do is answer the question and/or perform the task and you have an entry to win any of the prizes. 

The BIGGEST thing to remember, always include the hashtag #RUSHED when you respond to the questions or perform certain tasks because your entries will not count without it. Make sure #RUSHED is in all caps. 

Each question will have hints so you can hunt for the answers that much faster.

Sounds like fun?

It's going to be a super crazy hour!

I hope all of you can join us. And spread the word. The more participants, the merrier.

Let's all make this Get #RUSHED twitter party the best one yet. 

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See you all at the Get #RUSHED party!

Something to SAVOR

Okay, I'm done hiding this particular secret. Who knew being an author meant keeping lots of secrets too? I'm never good at keeping secrets since I was little, so I'm pretty surprised at myself. Although, I'm completely bursting at the seams right now.

One of the secrets I'm keeping is the cover for Reaping Me Softly. Made me weep the first time I saw it. If you hadn't signed up for the cover reveal yet, you can do it here: Promise, the cover is worth it.

Since I can't show all of you what the cover looks like before September 12 (and it's killing me, just so you know), I'll share another secret I've been keeping for a couple of months now.

As you know, my debut novel Taste (out now so grab your copy!), is a stand alone novel. I'm not budging on this fact.


By all means, this doesn't mean I'm finished with this universe.

Ah, I'm feeling the excitement now. Palpable from many miles away. Is your face pressing against the computer screen?

Okay, maybe not.

Getting on with the secret divulging...

Drum roll please.

Here it is:

The picture above is a contract. The picture below is me signing said contract:

Fans of Luka rejoice!

SAVOR, a companion novel to TASTE, which features Luka's story, will finally be written. *hugs*

R.I.P Stan

Yesterday was scary for me.

As a writer, my world can easily fit into a laptop. This is why the best advice anyone can give a writer is to back up files--as much as he or she can.

The night before yesterday, I noticed that my Acer Notebook, Stan, wasn't charging. I mean his battery wasn't charging when I plugged him in. Thinking this was a hardware problem and not software, I didn't back up my files before going to the place I had purchased him.

Seeing that I only had a few days before Stan's warranty was up, I quickly went to the store expecting they would give me a new battery. Confidently, I walked up to the Tech Counter and handed Stan to the guy I bought him from last year.

First lesson here: Ask what the guy will do to your laptop before actually having him do anything.

I didn't do this and was content to watch, thinking it was his job to fix laptops all day so he should know what he was doing. It's like, ask me to write something and I should be able to come up with something written since that's what I do.

Second lesson learned: Start being suspicious when the tech guy is fiddling around with the software when the problem is clearly the hardware.

I had brought a memory stick with me so I could back up my files in case the tech guy needed to do something drastic to Stan. Since he wasn't being communicative (which I really hate, FYI), I sat down and waited.

This is when my gut started telling me something was wrong. Like really wrong.

I started getting nervous and agitated.

And then, the worst thing that could happen to a writer happened when laptops are involved: Stan died. He suddenly died and the tech guy couldn't understand why that happened, like a surgeon watching a patient just expiring on the operating table.

This is where I felt my world turn on its head, and I lost it.

I kept asking him about my files. Could he get them back? He was visibly shaken, but he said he could get back my files by removing the hard drive from inside Stan. I totally lost it then, close to tears.

So, I did what any sane customer would do, I called for the manager. I was hysterical at this point because not only had I suddenly lost Stan and was still in shock, but I would have potentially lost ten, count them, TEN novels in various states of being written.

The manager came and I told him what happened. The tech guy was pale at this point and was trying desperately to unearth the hard drive from Stan's body. It was a gruesome sight even without blood. The manager assured me they would get my files back. Having once lost my files when Fred was reprogrammed, I wasn't convinced until I actually saw my files in the "flesh," so to speak.

The manager (whose name is Emmanuel), bless him, guaranteed the files would be retrieved, and he did me one better. He gave me a new Notebook in replacement for the now gutted Stan. Seeing him dismantled was the most heartbreaking thing I've ever witnessed. It's like staring at a car crash. I just couldn't seem to look away.

Having my mother there was a big help because her calm presence grounded me. Once I saw that my files were all retrieved, I took a deep breath and moved away from the edge of the cliff.

I'm sad that Stan is no longer with me. Even if we spent close to a year together, we still had good times, and have written a few WIPs.

Lessons learned from this experience?

1. Always back up files. (Seems simple, but easily taken for granted)

2. Always ask the tech guy what he's about to do.

3. And before he does anything, ask if you can back up your files just in case.

4. Don't be afraid to talk to the manager because he or she is the one who can really help.

So, with that, I would like to introduce everyone to my newest guy: Elvis.

Let's make him feel welcome.

I expect to be creating magic with him for many years to come.

*the pictures all over this post is of Elvis and various states of coming out of the box. 

Page One: To the Real Reality

The day of the parade was a beautiful one. The sky was a pearly blue, surreal, with milky sheep clouds opening into the palms of the sun. Multi-colored people filled the square into a ruly crowd milling about.

She wanted nothing more to do with standing in place just to see the red balloons fly by. Waking up in the earliest early morning just to stand around with people hardly smelling any better than her mother’s laundry was not what she wanted out of the day. There were more things to think about than the psychopathic need to socialize with the one to many in a circle crammed together within a small square.

What could have been better than basking in the moldy sunlight whispering on skin ready to burn for more than eternity under its wings? Time would not pass fast enough for the moments imbibed with merriment and no useful cheer.

The pout on her face was buried under humanities need to feel special one days when there was nothing to feel worth for. The eventuality of the suddenly eventual superstition coming from a hive minded decision to please when there is no real need to please. What could have been better than to stand in place for mind numbing hours on end just to watch what would have happened on any other given day? What?

Opening up the heart to putrid smells of inhuman emotions to satisfy the inhumanity of man against men and women was the norm of the day. Many other things, works, frivolities could be accomplished, but no one seemed to have more than a care.

What should have been free was never enough. What could have been bought was not in the price range of a budget that never existed in the first place. This coming together to pretend that nothing has ever happened was not a believable ploy. This false enjoyment of what can be and what could have been blinds the rest from what will be.

During the openings, brief as they may be, a ray of darkness slips into the mortal coiled consciousness unable to break free. Tangled together without cause to share the shape lived in was the ultimate torture for one seeking release during a time of withheld freedoms and whims. Shackle the hand that feeds the masses and send them out to watch the red balloons fly into a sky no longer easily recognizable in the maze taken for granted.

Is that what this is all for? She asked around for no one to answer. There was no real need to move from the place she had stood hours on end with out the coming end in sight. What do you need to see anyway? She mumbles to herself knowing that everyone will hear her during the worse moment.

Would you? Really would you? Touch the one taboo that unwilling people see within themselves. In the projection that called life into matter, would it really need to be finite in the infinite consciousness before all that we stand for? Come around and see the corner bend toward a street no one walks.

Cross the crossroads and count to four. Holding your breath once in a while will help stop your beating head. Bang your heart on concrete trees and tear your feet on cool ice. Can that really happen when there is nothing that is real in this reality we call a life waiting around watching out for things that might not happen, happen? Think about it for a moment, she thought as she looked around a crowd contented with standing in place without the need to neither move nor speak.

A Lamentation

Where have all the gentlemen gone? *sad sigh*

I'm paraphrasing something Steve Harvey wrote in his book Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man (or is that the other way around?). He wrote something like, the reason why there aren't gentlemen anymore is because women don't require men to open doors for them or give up seats when in a crowded bus or room. Did equality for women make men lax in their gentlemanly ways? Or is it because fathers don't teach their sons the value of valuing women anymore?

I don't have answers to these questions.

This post is a lament. One I've been experiencing for quite some time now.

Today, a paper bag I was carrying broke and spilled its contents all over the floor at the mall. No one stopped to help me pick anything up. I had to squat on the floor and gather everything I had spilled while able-bodied men passed me by without giving me a second thought. Even the security guard was content to watch me pick up my stuff.

In many occasions, I would reach a door and before I could open it, a guy would sneak past me, open the door, enter the room, and let go of the door as if I wasn't there attempting to enter.

Many times men would cut in front of a line, not even caring that there are several people waiting patiently for their turn.

Or in a crowded bus, where all you want is a seat, and all the men pretend like they can't see you. Like you deserve to be standing because you were late in getting a seat.

What happened to the days when men would open doors for women?

What happened to the days when men would give up their seat to a woman standing?

Can men still be called men if they treat women so callously?

I'm not so sure who's at fault anymore. Why do men have to be told to be gentlemen? And who should teach them to be gentlemen? Where has their sense of civility gone?

Like I said above, I don't have any answers to these questions that leave me sad when I should be happy with my life. I just can't ignore what is happening on a daily basis to so many women out there. I guess this is why romance novels are so popular. These books are one of the only places where you can see a gentleman in action--depending on the kind of male protagonist the writer has to offer, of course. But even a bad boy knows how to take care of his woman.

This is why, I leave you with this question: Where have all the gentlemen gone?

Vegas Tales: Three Planes

Before I start my Vegas Tale for today, I would like to thank everyone who participated in my Surprise Giveaway. More where that came from! And I would like to congratulate Lily for winning the bracelet.

Lily, if you're reading this, I've sent you an email, my dear.

Okay, back to my story.

In my first Vegas Tale, I described what happened on the first plane I took that day. Just thinking about the turbulence on that flight still makes my stomach flip two weeks later. If it weren't for the laughing baby beside me, I would have been scared silly.

To get to Vegas, I needed to take three planes. Ugh! Count them. Three! Not the best situation to be in. After the experience, I promised myself I wouldn't fly unless it was on a direct flight. Air travel isn't the most comfortable of experiences, so imagine being on three separate airplanes in less than 24 hours? I arrived in Vegas in desperate need of a shower.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The second plane was the longest part of my journey. And guess where I was seated? The middle! Ten hours.

This situation would have been unbearable hadn't it been for my wonderful seatmates. To my right was a nice Japanese guy. He's probably in his late teens or early twenties. Don't know much about him, but he did offer me gum at one point during the flight. And to my left was a young woman also in her late teens or early twenties. She was heading home after a year in Japan as part of a student exchange program. She was reading Full Metal Alchemist in Japanese! I was green with envy.

My seatmates and I hit it off. We offered each other snacks. We passed each other drinks and food trays. I couldn't have asked for a better section to sit in...despite being in the middle seat. Another lesson learned: Next time, aisle seats.

The third plane was the shortest section of the trip: only two hours. I watched back to back episodes of Futurama and South Park. It was the smallest of the planes I took too, but the real story comes from my experience in Minneapolis. This was between my second and third plane rides Watch out for that one. It involves a Beagle who ratted me out.

Surprise Giveaway!

*jazz hands* SURPRISE!

Look: a giveaway!

It's the first of a series. You won't know when, but you'll know where.

Join today and win this Pink Charm Bracelet. Isn't it cute?

This giveaway is International.

Spread the word by getting the code here:

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Vegas Tales: The Departure

Waking up at 2AM didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Maybe it had to do with having my mind on my impending trip. For the first time in my twenty-nine years of life, I would be travelling alone. In my younger days, I always had my parental units with me. When I reached my college years, I would travel with friends.

You have to realize, travelling alone felt like such a huge deal for me at the time. I had to put on my big girl panties and face life as an adult. I would have to make my own decisions the moment I stepped into that airport. So, with the rain falling, I finished packing and drove to the airport with said parental units for support.

One thing you should know about me: I'm bad with directions. One thing you thing know about the Philippines: the airport terminals aren't located in the same place. At 3:30AM, I found myself at Terminal 3 when I had to be at Terminal 1, which was about a mile or two away. *shakes head*

After asking for directions and finally making it up the on ramp to the departures area, I got out of the car, kissed my father good-bye, strong-armed my luggage out of the trunk, and had a bittersweet moment with my mother. We hugged, she pushed me towards the departure entrance along with my fellow travelers, and I managed not to cry like a baby.

Sucking it up, I checked myself in without incident...well, barring some weird questions from the Delta grounds crew about electronics and deadly weapons. I waited for my flight to board and looked my new adventure in the face.

Little did I know that hopping from one airplane to another would be a trip all on its own.

On the first leg of the trip, I silently thanked the universe that I wasn't afraid of flying. The turbulence on that plane was enough to give the most confident of fliers some pause. But the baby boy I sat with laughed all the way through, which was a great comfort to me. I figured, if the baby wasn't scared then we weren't crashing that day. My extra challenge was trying to eat breakfast while the plane was pitching about. Ever tried drinking on a roller coaster? My experience was close enough.

Cover Reveal Sign Up

For my second release, Reaping Me Softly, Omnific Publishing and my awesome ninja publicist, Traci, are putting together a cover reveal.

Be a part of it now by signing up here:

And to celebrate the cover reveal sign up, I'm debuting the Reaping Me Softly Playlist.

Take a listen and let me know what you think:

I'm Back!

Okay, technically, I got back a couple of days ago, but it's taken me this long to post. I blame the jet lag and the funky weather. It's been raining nonstop here since I landed. 

I have lots of stories to tell about Vegas, so watch out for those. 

Before my Tales from Vegas, I would like to take this time to announce the winner of my Taste Paperback Giveaway. Remember that? It ended a day after I left for Vegas, so I didn't have the time to announce the winner until now. 

So, without further ado, the winner is:

Tayte Hunter


Tayte, you will be receiving an email from me ASAP.

Thank you, everyone, for participating. More giveaways are coming, so stay tuned. 

I hope wherever you are, you are safe and dry. Have a great rest of the week! 
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