Hi guys, a couple of days
back I was contacted by Kate Evangelista, about having an excerpt and book
trailer reveal.
You guys know me, I was all
professional an stuff, and SQUEEE!!! Like a girl cause I’m
such a huge fan of Kate´s
Blog.
So I’m going to post some
things about our lovely Kate and then…(dramatic drum roll)…we are going to take
a look at the trailer and excerpt reveal.
Hope you guys enjoy, I know
that I did.
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.
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Love stories. I
love reading them. I love writing them. Life is a series of relationships that
we have with people, and a love-relationship is one of the most fascinating
because it runs a gamut of emotions. If one cannot find love, be it love of
self, love for another, love for life, then what are we here
for?
Kate Evangelista
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.
For the Excerpt Reveal i have something extra for you guys, somewhere among this lines is a link to a super exclusive excerpt, so read carefully and enjoy
Excerpt Reveal
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.
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