Savor by Kate Evangelista
Genre: New Adult
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
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Blurb:
Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.
I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.
You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.
I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.
Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.
Again, refer to the warning above.
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EXCERPT:
4/5
“Dakota
Collins!”
I lowered my camera. The use
of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at
her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my
subject for the Spring Showcase.
The
only problem?
I
had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this
wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music
and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much.
“This
the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to
pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.
“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the
most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name
didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she
continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”
Still
no pings of recognition in my head.
She
slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of
them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”
Of
course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept
up with current events.
“Name
one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know
about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject
slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a
graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia
mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in
the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him
then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”
“What?”
Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!”
She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”
“Give
me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone.
Big.
Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard.
I
clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And
why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just
reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his
grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.
Despite
her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover
Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my
colleague’s camera.”
Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy.
Not
that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I
wouldn’t stand in her way.
“What
seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in.
The
bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the
same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be
our age.
“She’s
been taking pictures,” Baldy said.
Lolita’s
kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera.
“As
I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are
covering the opening of Sacrifice.”
“For
what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera
like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I
relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I
would rather die than lose it.
“The
Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the
awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”
She
tilted her head, crossing her arms.
“Okay,”
I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a
tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only
I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain
didn’t have to know that.
No
one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my
ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward
with my own selfish intensions.
“You
know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question.
Lolita
nodded.
“I’m
Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be
interested in—”
“What
would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group.
The
walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes
turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s
shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had
to look up at him.
“What
are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”
One
side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to
stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were
piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer.
Damn.
Seeing him up close, I knew
I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal
shoot.
“We
have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails.
“Luka,”
Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”
Bypassing
my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and
I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the
matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a
bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts.
Gothic
Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She
went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners.
He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe
trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing.
That
little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action.
“Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know
where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret
it. I had to have him as my subject.
Still
not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his
head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.
“Luka,
don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late.
“You’re
a photographer?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough.
“And
you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”
God
yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And
I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further.
I
waited with baited breath.
It
seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god
had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone
listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so
smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he
captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear
him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and
no one would get bored.
“I
need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.
Something
about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the
alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a
blackout dream.
“What
are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid.
He
unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from
it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at
the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me.
“We’re
about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana.
If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”
Then,
like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd.
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What can I say about Savor other than it was totally addictive! Once I started I couldn't put it down. I would have finished it in one sitting if I didn't need sleep so as to be mentally present for work.
The story is about Dakota Collins, a photography student who needs a subject for her final showcase. And boy does she find it in the band Vicious. Dakota gains a once in a lifetime opportunity to live with the band for a month and take photos of them. But little does she realize what she is really getting herself into. She is in for one crazy month.
I loved Dakota. She was so feisty and I loved how she didn't take crap from anyone. I loved all the photography stuff. I wish I could see her work. They sound amazing. But god this girl has gone through something awful. But I loved how she didn't let it stop her from doing what she loves. She's a fighter this one. There was so much mystery behind her past and I seriously need to know more now.
I really liked all the other characters in the book. The members of the band all had such unique personalities. I think my fave is Dray. He is just adorable. Luka was hella sexy but he did annoy me a couple times with his little temper tantrums. He acted like such a child sometimes. I liked how Dakota called him out on it. You go girl!
One thing I'm kicking myself over is how I didn't realize the author's other book, Taste, is connected with this one. I wished I had know this beforehand so I could have read that first. I feel like I should have so has to have more of an understanding of the band and why Luka is the way he is. But I will defo read it before I read the next book, Relish. Which I need like NOW because omg that ending! Like what the hell?! You can't leave me hanging like that! When is Relish out?? Please tell me I don't have to wait long :(
Overall this story is intense, captivating, addictive and seriously sexy. An absolute must read!
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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 lives in the Philippines and writes full time.
Contact Links:
Website: www.kateevangelista.com
Twitter: @KateEvangelista
You Yube link: http://www.youtube.com/user/kateva11?feature=guide
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I would like to read this book too. Thanks for the opportunity.
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