MAY Month Giveaway Bonanza at LifeBetween
Hi guys! It’s the First Month of May Post and I’ll be promoting a giveaway contest (that I also joined hah) where you can win an e-book of Taste by the lovely Kate Evangelista!
Here’s what you can win!
Each entry will have the chance to win one of the following…1 x US$10 towards any choice of books from The Book Depository2 x paperback copies of Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James (one for each winner)1 x paperback copy of Complete Novels of Jane Austen2 x Glass bead bracelets (handmade by me!) and vintage postcards (one for each winner).
The Giveaway will begin May 1st and end at 12.01am EST on June 1st. Winners will be announced on June 2nd so make sure you check back to see if you’ve won!
Crossing my fingers! Good luck everyone! x
A Taste of Danger
http://8tracks.com/mixes/736572/player_v3
“You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.” – Richard Silken.
A mix for the lovely Kate Evangelista and her new YA novel baby, Taste to be released on 30 April 2012. Win a free copy by joining Kate’s Taste Givewaway. Only 3 winners will get the chance to get first dibs on the book’s e-copy! For more info visit K’s blog at http://www.kateevangelista.com/
Features 8 eclectic tracks from Amy Studt, Pierce the Veil, and Lady Gaga
1. Amy Studt – Misfit
“You’re superficial/I’m a misfit/But that’s ok”
2. H320 – Numb (Dubstep remix)
“I’m becoming this, all I want to do/Is be more like me and be less like you”
3. Lovage – Stroker Ace
“Stroke that shiny coat/Stroking is the antidote/Stroke that, it’s a start/Only for the wild at heart”
4. Utada Hikaru – Dirty Desire
“I know you thought about it/But it’s all in your head/And you can’t wait to see me/To see me in the flesh”
5. Lady Gaga – Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
“Daddy I’m so sorry, so so sorry ya/We just like to party, pa-pa-pa-party-ya”
6. Sia – Breathe Me
“Unfold me/I am small /I’m needy/Warm me up/And breathe me”
7. Pierce the Veil – Falling Asleep on A Stranger
“Well you know I’m a ghost/Pull the note out of my throat/And leave me alone/But it’s all for you/All for you and more”
8. The Elected – Clouds Parting (8:14 a.m.)
“I realize why I cannot fly,”
Said the bird with the broken wing
“though my lift is gone
My voice is strong
And I can still sing…”
Mixtape – How A Body Loves
A happy sexy birthday to my beloved Kang. Here’s an equally sexy mix tape and a gift bag of sleazy romance novels to accompany you whenever.
Imelda May – Big Bad Handsome Man
When he looks at me/I get weak knees
Warpaint – Beetles
Let’s get naked and rip down the wall that makes me crazy
tell me how/Someone hold my hand and give me lessons ‘cos I wanna/Melt the knot inside of it
The Doors – Light My Fire
Come on baby, light my fire/Come on baby, light my fire/Try to set the night on fire
Gotye – Heart’s a Mess
My heart’s a mess/and I’m desperate to connect
Anya Marina – Whatever You Like (cover)
Baby you can have whatever you like
Radiohead – Where I End and You Begin
And I can’t and I can’t come down/I can watch and cant take part
Dum Dum Girls – Bedroom Eyes
I see your body in the doorway, so it seems
Some Gorgeous Accident – Luminescence
Here’s to more dirty jokes as we say goodbye to everything innocent! I love you, even if I don’t have money in the bank or helipads (with actual helicopters), or umm, R8 Audis.
CHUU
Always,
Zyn V
Smitten, Snickering, Partner-in-Crime, Marketing Assistant, Xamun Inc.
Full Bite: Kate Evangelista’s Taste Book Trailer and Excerpt
As promised you won’t only get a taste but a full bite at Kate Evangelista’s supernatural romance-thriller debut novel, Taste.
Blurb:
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.
Song: Hunger
Artist: Noelle Pico
Full Download: http://sheisnoelle.bandcamp.com
The song used is written by another amazing and talented individual, (and my friend woo!), Noelle or just Noey who is also celebrating her digital single debut!
Excerpt:
I sat up and followed Calixta’s gaze upward. I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t know what I was seeing at first. A statue? My brain refused to snap together coherent thoughts. I didn’t realize I’d fallen so close to one of the garden benches until I stared up at the boy that sat on one. He was strikingly beautiful. His tumble of blonde hair curled just above his sculpted cheekbones. He wore a silk shirt and a loosened cravat, like he’d become bored while dressing and decided to leave himself in disarray. His ivory skin and frozen position was what had me mistaking him for something carved from marble by Michelangelo. Then he sighed—a lonely, breathy proof of life. If I had to imagine what Lucifer looked like before he fell from heaven, the boy on the bench would certainly fulfill that image. My brain told me I had to look away, but I couldn’t.
“Luka,” Calixta said again, her voice unsure, almost nervous. It no longer contained the steel and bite she had threatened me with, which made me wonder who the boy was.
He leaned on his hands and crossed his legs, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the night sky. His movements spoke of elegance and control. I’d encountered many people with breeding before, but his took on the air of arrogance and self-assuredness of someone used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it.
I only realized I’d been holding my breath when my lungs protested. I exhaled. My heart sputtered and restarted with a vengeance. Luka tore his gaze away from the stars and settled it on me. I’d expected pitch-black irises, like the other Night Students, but blue ice stared back at me.
“Human,” he whispered.
He reached out, and with a finger, followed an invisible trail down my cheek. I stiffened. His touch, cooler than Demitri’s, caused warm sparks to blossom on my face. He lifted his finger to his lips and licked its tip. He might as well have licked me from the way my body shivered.
Luka’s curious gaze held mine. “Leave us,” he said, but not to me.
“But—” Calixta protested like a spoiled child.
He spoke in a language I hadn’t heard before, remaining calm yet firm. The words had a rolling cadence I couldn’t quite follow, like rumbling thunder in the distance. They contained a harsh sensuality. The consonants were hard and the vowels were long and lilting.
Footsteps retreated behind me.
Luka reached out again.
It took me a minute to realize he wanted to help me up. I hesitated. He smiled. I smiled back timidly and took his hand, completely dazzled. Even with my uniform soaked from melted snow, I didn’t feel cold—all my attention was on him and the way his callused hand felt on mine. Without moving much from his seated position, he helped me stand.
“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a voice like a familiar lullaby. It filled my heart to the brim with comfort.
I swallowed and tried to stop gawking. “Phoenix.”
“The bird that rose from the ashes.” Luka bent his head and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
My cheeks warmed. My head reeled, not knowing what to think. I couldn’t understand why I felt drawn to him. And the strange connection frightened me.
From behind, someone gripped my arms and yanked me away before I could sort out the feelings Luka inspired in me. I found myself behind a towering figure yet again. Recognizing the blue-black silk for hair tied at the nape, relief washed over me. Calixta hadn’t come back to finish me off.
Demitri’s large hand wrapped around my wrist. Unlike the night before, no calm existed in his demeanor. He trembled like a junky in need of a fix. The coiled power in his tense muscles vibrated into me.
“What are you doing here?” Demitri asked.
I didn’t know he’d spoken to me until I saw his expressionless profile. I sighed.
“Phoenix.”
I flinched. The ruthless way he said my name punched all the air out of me. “You owe me answers,” I said with as much bravado as I could muster.
“I owe you nothing.” He glared. “In fact, you owe me your life.”
“I don’t think so.”
Ignoring my indignation, he faced Luka, who’d remained seated on the bench during my exchange with Demitri. “Why is she with you, Luka?”
“I wasn’t going to taste her, if that’s what you’re implying,” Luka said. “Although, she is simply delicious. I wouldn’t mind if you left us alone.”
There it was again. Taste. The word that kept coming up between these Night Students and I was connected to it in an increasingly uncomfortable way. To taste meant to sample, but what? My flesh? They had to be joking because the alternative wasn’t funny.
“The sins of the father …” Demitri left his sentence unfinished.
Luka’s smile shifted into a snarl. “Obey my command.” His chin lifted. “Kneel.”
Demitri’s stance went rigid. His grip tightened around my wrist.
Okay, weird just got weirder. Why would Luka want Demitri to kneel before him? I thought back to Eli and the others bowing to Demitri when he questioned them, but they didn’t kneel. Seriously? Were they all living on a different planet or something?
“Kneel.” Luka’s detestable smirk made his features sinister rather than angelic. The real Lucifer: a fallen angel.
Without letting go of my wrist, Demitri knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, his free hand flat at the center of his chest. “Your command has been obeyed,” he said formally.
Luka nodded once.
Demitri stood up and pulled me toward the school without telling me where we were going. Not having the time to thank Luka for saving me from Calixta, I risked a glance back. Luka smiled at me. His smile spoke of whispers, secrets, and promises to be shared on a later date.
About the Author:
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 has four completed Young Adult novels.
Author Website: www.kateevangelista.com
Twitter: @KateEvangelista
Facebook / Goodreads / Crescent Moon Press page for Taste
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Cover Reveal: Taste by Kate Evangelista
Summary:
“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.”
Sassy, sexy, and tasty with just the right touch of suspense and action that will leave your spines tingling! Can’t wait to hold the actual book in my hands! Congratulations Kate!
You can read more about Taste and Kate at:
Kate’s Official Site
Twitter
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Dirty Valentine
There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
I touch myself, I dream.
Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending
that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands,
these shins, these soapy flanks.
The musicians start the overture while I hide behind the microphone,
trying to match the dubbing
to the big lips shining down from the screen.
We’re filming the movie called Planet of Love-
there’s sex of course, and ballroom dancing,
fancy clothes and waterlilies in the pond, and half the night you’re
a dependable chap, mounting the stairs in lamplight to the bath, but then
the too white teeth all night,
all over the American sky, too much to bear, this constant fingering,
your hands a river gesture, the birds in flight, the birds still singing
outside the greasy window, in the trees.
There’s a part in the movie
where you can see right through the acting,
where you can tell that I’m about to burst into tears,
right before I burst into tears
and flee to the slimy moonlit riverbed
canopied with devastated clouds.
We’re shouting the scene where
I swallow your heart and you make me
spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls
right out of my mouth.
You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
Lying on the sofa with my eyes closed, I didn’t want to see it this way,
everything eating everything in the end.
We know how the light works,
we know where the sound is coming from.
Verse. Chorus. Verse.
I’m sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.
– Richard Silken
He Would Never Use One Word Where None Would Do; Philip Levine
If you said “Nice day,” he would look up
at the three clouds riding overhead,
nod at each, and go back to doing what-
ever he was doing or not doing.
If you asked for a smoke or a light,
he’d hand you whatever he found
in his pockets: a jackknife, a hankie —
usually unsoiled — a dollar bill,
a subway token. Once he gave me
half the sandwich he was eating
at the little outdoor restaurant
on La Guardia Place. I remember
a single sparrow was perched on the back
of his chair, and when he held out
a piece of bread on his open palm,
the bird snatched it up and went back to
its place without even a thank you,
one hard eye staring at my bad eye
as though I were next. That was in May
of ’97, spring had come late,
but the sun warmed both of us for hours
while silence prevailed, if you can call
the blaring of taxi horns and the trucks
fighting for parking and the kids on skates
streaming past silence. My friend Frankie
was such a comfort to me that year,
the year of the crisis. He would turn
up his great dark head just going gray
until his eyes met mine, and that was all
I needed to go on talking nonsense
as he sat patiently waiting me out,
the bird staring over his shoulder.
“Silence is silver,” my Zaydee had said,
getting it wrong and right, just as he said
“Water is thicker than blood,” thinking
this made him a real American.
Frankie was already American,
being half German, half Indian.
Fact is, silence is the perfect water:
unlike rain it falls from no clouds
to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes,
to give heart to the thin blades of grass
fighting through the concrete for even air
dirtied by our endless stream of words.
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