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Calling All Writers!

Have you heard of Radish Fiction? It's a reading app that pays authors for their work. Would you be interested in posting your stories there?

Let me know in the comments section.

Kate



Novel Aesthetics



In No Love Allowed, Didi is an artist who loves Van Gogh. In fact,a quote from Van Gogh is in the book. Caleb, who is against falling in love, finds himself slowly falling deeper and deeper for Didi with each party they attend together until fireworks.

Release Date: April 19, 2016

No Love Allowed Interview Part One

We are a month away from the release of No Love Allowed. Of course, I'm freaking out. So while I breathe into a paper bag, let me share part one of an interview series I did last year. Press play and enjoy!

NLA Interview Part 1
Part 1 of an Interview from last year for No Love Allowed.
Posted by Kate Evangelista on Monday, March 21, 2016

Top Pick

In friendlier news, my story entitled Take Me is a Top Pick for LGBT Week over on Radish Fiction.


This is pretty cool because I never get Top Pick on anything. I'd been told about the feature, sure. But when the weekly newsletter arrived in my inbox this weekend, it came as a pleasant surprise that Take Me is one of the Top Picks.


I've always been an advocate for love in all shapes and sizes. Everyone has the capacity to love. Ergo everyone has the right to love whomever they choose.

In high school, I discovered shounen ai and yaoi. Basically "Boys Love" in Japan. This can be in manga or anime form. There are even novels, but I was never one to read those. I loved the visuals because the guys were always so hot.


Hey, I was young and impressionable. Hot boys kissing and making love were my thing.

Years later, I've transitioned from reading anything LGBT to writing my own stories. This is where Take Me comes in. It's a complicated story involving complicated characters and I love every second of writing it.

I do hope you join me in that love by downloading the Radish app on iOS and add Take Me to your reading library.

Android users do not fret. Our time is nigh.

Current Mood: People are assholes until proven otherwise.

Now, hear me out before you judge.

Saturday nights are hell nights where the horde descends upon the unsuspecting shopping centers. This usually means the fight for parking spaces can get bloody.


I pride myself in being lucky when it comes to parking spaces. I usually find one pretty fast, no matter the parking situation.

Apparently, tonight isn’t my night.

At one of the rows and rows of parking slots, I decided to wait until a spot opened up. Putting on my hazard lights and listening to the current audiobook on my queue. It’s Lola and the Boy Next Door, in case you were wondering.

Anyway, back to my rant.

I had been waiting for close to thirty minutes when finally a family of a gazillion kids pile into a small SUV. Don’t ask me how they all fit.
So I back up my car in anticipation to take their slot once they’ve vacated it.

Here is where things get bloody. Kids, you might want to avert your eyes.

Another car arrives and takes the slot before I can ease into it. Pissed, I honk my horn like there’s no tomorrow. Security arrives. He asks the car to leave. Asshole insists the spot is his. I’m even more pissed now.


Security personnel takes pity on my cute little self and leads me to one of the special parking spaces reserved for deliveries because I tell him that I just need it for five minutes in order to buy cat food. Not even for my loved ones, but for my mother’s. She had one hell of a day so I took one for the team.

In my head, I buy the cat food, return to the car that stole my spot, and key the side of said vehicle from bumper to fender. It’s a satisfying image, I tell you. And I think I would have done it too if there weren’t that many witnesses.

In my heart, I let go because why risk destruction of private property when I got a primo parking spot, bought the cat food, and know that the asshole will get what’s coming to him. Yes, I’m still slightly pissed.

Lets Keep Radishin’

A second post in as many days? What? I’m a blogging machine!


This is a short and steamy one.

If you haven’t heard, I’m here to tell you about a new reading app called Radish Fiction. It’s similar to Wattpad but it actually pays its writers for their stories. Of course, there are stories that are free and there are stories set to freemium, meaning chapters are paid until a week later where they unlock. If you can wait a week, you don’t have to pay. If not, you can purchase the chapters.

Radish Fiction
The great thing about Radish? If you don’t like the book anymore, you don’t have to keep reading. It doesn’t leave you feeling like you bought a whole book for nothing.

Another great thing? All books, whether they are set to premium (meaning chapters don’t unlock) or freemium, give the first three chapters away for free. This way you can decide if you want to keep reading or not.

Now, on to my awesome news!


It's LGBT Week over on Radish Fiction and my steamy romance Take Me is featured. Download the app on iOS and see what all the fuss is about.

Here's the blurb:


It takes a man to mend Milo’s broken heart. Unfortunately for the mysterious blue-eyed Kazuhiko Yukifumi, Milo’s rising career in fashion as the personal assistant to Rebel magazine’s editor-in-chief takes precedence over romance, no matter the sensual delights he is promised. What Milo soon realizes is that Kaz is not a man who takes no for an answer.

Android users (me included) don’t fret. Radish is working hard on getting our version ready for launch this summer. You’ll definitely hear from me again when that happens. And by then you’ll have all the chapters you’ll want to read posted. Isn’t that great?

Also, I have several stories in the Teen section:

1. I Dare You to Break Curfew
2. Give Me Something to Remember
3. Suicide Whisperers

For those who have already subscribed to my stories: a huge THANK YOU!


For those who haven’t yet, what are you waiting for? A dangerously sinful romance is waiting at the click of your fingertips.

Happy reading!

Alive and Kicking

I have never been good at this blogging thing. I tried reviewing books, movies, TV shows. Nothing really stuck. I kept finding myself focusing on something else, letting my poor little blog languish. But! What kind of a writer would I be if I allowed this to continue? I need to own up to a lot of things. I need to live my life again. Accept my failings and embrace my flaws. So I declare this blog officially back in business.

I hope.


One of the best advice I’d been given as a writer is never read reviews. Good ones. Bad ones. In between ones. Don’t read them.

Seemed simple enough.

But I am a reader first and foremost. I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t have a constant love affair with the written word. It just took me a while to make a career out of it.

Where am I going with this?

Well, I have a tendency to obsess. And one of the things I do is check how many adds my latest book has on Goodreads. This is counterproductive to the creative process and a habit I am hoping to kick.

Anyway, I wasn’t going to click on the title. I really wasn’t, but I’m an emotional cutter.


Once at the page that contained my book I started scrolling down. I wasn’t really reading any of the reviews. I promise. But, then again, I think we have established that I cannot be trusted.

My skimming eye landed on a particular one. The dreaded DNF.

As a reader, I have DNF’d many a book. My reasoning: Why continue something I don’t like if there are so many other choices out there?

The DNF didn’t bother me. It was the “It sucked” that accompanied it that was a blow to the heart.

I will admit that I am a sensitive person. Animal commercials make me cry.


In this case, I didn’t cry. But I did feel bad. I’m not immune to criticism. I wish I was, but I’m not. Do I hold the “It sucked” against the reader? Of course not. I’m pretty sure I’ve written those exact words somewhere in connection to a book or a movie.

What I’m getting at here is after the initial depression and the thoughts of never writing again receded I realized I was still alive. Reading about my book sucking didn’t kill me. It made me sad, but it didn’t kill me.

I’m writing this because I’m ready to move on. So my book sucked. For that one person . . . no wait, someone said “Gag me with a spoon.” Okay two people. On Goodreads that I know of. Haven’t been inclined to read the review feed of late.

Regardless, I’m proud of No Love Allowed. It’s a romance I’ve wanted to share with the world for a long time. Didi and Caleb’s story deserves to be told, cheesy as it is. I love myself a good cheese. Is there someone out there who might have done a better job? Heck yeah. But I was the one the story was given to, so I did my best.

Now on to the next book and the next and the next. Writing is what I’m best at. And what makes me happy. Believe me you wouldn’t like seeing me as a doctor.



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