This week we are featuring young adult speculative fiction.
Are you a lover of dragons, mermaids, witches, shifters, and aliens? Well, you might just find your next favorite author right here.
Click the link to see this week’s featured free books.
Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!
There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GREEN TEAM–but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a red team, and an indie team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.
He bypassed the bitter smelling bed and the track trophies and went straight to the side of the room that smelled the most like her. Her walls were bare, her drawers held nothing but clothes. Her bed was covered in the plain green bedspread provided by the school rather than something brought from home. He was hoping her belongings—pictures, posters, letters, anything—might give him clues about her. Help him know her. But her lack of belongings told him more than any picture could. She was alone, lonely. She didn’t belong here—just like him.
Her rumpled blankets were permeated with her scent. Haden crouched down to breath her in, letting the tantalizing taste roll over his tongue. His hands grew hot, his fingers burned red. He stepped back. He shouldn’t be here. How could he even think of inviting such pain and danger into her life? He was about to leave when he saw something that made him pause. A black case stuck out from under her bed. He pulled it out and placed it on top of her blankets. He popped the locks, sensing her hands had recently been in the same place. He pulled out the instrument he’d seen her playing. It had had a voice almost as beautiful as hers. He held it in his arms the way he had seen her do it and placed his fingers on the strings. The cool metal felt soothing to his scorched fingertips—that is until he tried to strum them the way she had. The metal stung his burned fingers and the pain radiated up his arm and pierced his shoulder. He almost dropped the instrument but caught it in his arms, cradling it because he knew it was important to her. Determined, he tried to play it again. He ignored the pain and strummed the strings and tried to pick out the song he had heard her play. Frustrated he tried again and again. He cursed when the notes came out sour, nothing like her music.
Most things came easy to Haden—it was his gift. Like how it only took one turn around the campus with Dax to learn how to drive a car or how he mastered the English language in a matter of days when it took others months of practice. But for some reason, mastering this instrument eluded him—just the way she eluded him. He had to find a way to her. A way to make her trust him.
He heard voices in the hall. That bitter scent wafted under the door. Haden realized he had stayed longer than he had intended. Classes were over now. He carefully put the instrument away and went to the window. As he climbed onto the sill, he saw something that could possibly help him sitting under the filmy green drapes. Haden tucked it into his pocket and opened the window. It was three stories down with thorny bushes directly underneath. There was a jangling sound outside the bedroom door that sounded like keys. Haden patted his pocket. With his prize secure he jumped lithely from the window.
And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Jennifer M. Eaton, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 5. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the GREEN TEAM and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
The YA Scavenger hunt is this awesome web-based scavenger hunt where you can win tons of signed paperback books from some really great young adult authors!
All you have to do is follow the links between the blogs, find the magic numbers on each post (don’t worry, we won’t make it that hard), tally up the winning number, and then enter to win a signed paperback from EVERY author on the team!
Yes, you read that right. If you win, you will receive TWENTY signed paperbacks (Including mine if you play for the green team) And you can follow the hunt for more than one team for the chance to win more great books. There are a hundred paperback books in all up for grabs!
Here’s the team breakdowns, and the books that you can win. So start planning!
The YA Scavenger Hunt begins at noon pacific time on Thursday, October 2nd and runs through Sunday, October 5th.
TEAM RED INCLUDES:
TEAM GOLD INCLUDES:
TEAM GREEN INCLUDES:
TEAM ORANGE INCLUDES:
TEAM INDIE INCLUDES:
TEAM BLUE INCLUDES:
There are so many books here I don’t even know where I would begin. I hope you all are as excited as I am! The YA Scavenger Hunt begins at noon pacific time on Thursday, October 2nd and runs through Sunday, October 5th. That means to get through the entire hunt you’ll need to go through 1.5 teams per day!
Leave a comment below to tell me which team you are the most interested in checking out!
Yes, I’ve had three novellas published (two stand alone and one in an anthology.)
But there’s something really special about that first big project.
I’m all tingly just thinking about it!
So while you’re waiting for all the extraterrestrial adventure coming next week, snuggle up with a little paranormal teen romance.
Maya dreams of perfect skin, beautiful hair, good grades, and Eric Brighton—the boy she’s been crushing on since elementary school. But no matter how hard she tries, these things elude her.
In the space of a day, her acne clears, her hair thickens, and Eric finally takes notice. As everything she wishes comes true, happiness is finally in reach—until a man posing as a college recruiter informs her that her newfound abilities come with a price. She will be expected to use them to stop a catastrophe.
Frightened of playing superhero, but thrilled that everything she desires becomes reality, Maya tests the limits of her power—until someone gets hurt.
Now terrified of her own thoughts, Maya will need to choose between having everything she wants, or returning to normalcy. With Eric’s heart and the fate of her town resting on her decision, Maya makes the hardest choice of her life.
Hey. Wait a minute.
You look familiar.
Haven’t I interviewed you before?
Totally different person…and stuff.
See? I look like a cat.
Hmm. I don’t know.
You seem VERY familiar.
Are you sure I didn’t blow up your book last year?
Nope. Not me.
This is my very first novel. Written by a cat.
Yep. A cat named Joyce. So how could it be me?
If you are sure…
Then who are you and what do you want?
My name is Joyce Mangola
I’m here to talk about my novel Ghosts in the Mirror
What… are you trying to scare me?
I scare people, not the other way around.
You are definitely scarier than my book.
Probably because you are looking right at me…
I’m not impressed so far, Earthling.
Why do you think I should take up my valuable time to read your book?
Because it’s about a sixteen-year-old boy
who needs another living soul,
or ghost, to live his life.
That doesn’t even make sense.
Hey, what’s that funny wispy white thing on the cover?
Stop pushing that cover toward my face!
I don’t like it.
Well is there anything about the cover that you do like?
Yeah, the guy.
He’s cute, but I want to dip his hair in blueberry sauce.
It’s just too human-looking.
LOL — blueberry sauce…
Well that’s a bit crepe-y.
I’m not amused.
Awe, come on.
It was funny.
Give me one good reason to read your book, Miss I’m a Comedian
Wandering spirits are cool.
Wandering spirits latching onto the living are way cool.
You have a sick sense of cool, Missy.
What’s the explosion count in this book?
Not in this one…nope.
Not in this one? I thought this was your first novel?
Are you sure we haven’t spoken before?
I’m a cat, remember?
Please stop looking back at your other interviews.
But I’m sure I’ve seen you…
While I’m scrolling back, tell me what this book is about.
It’s about a boy named Jeremy who shepherds lost souls to the other side by helping them with their unfinished business. Except, this time, the ghost isn’t much interested in crossing over without hunting down the person responsible for their and someone else’s death.
Have you ever exploded anything?
Pink is so much better a color.
How dare you insinuate pink is better than blue?
I didn’t insinuate.
I came right out and said it.
Pink has always been better than blue.
Redeem yourself Earthling!
How do you feel about space travel?
Space Mountain is awesome!
Oaf! Have you even ever fantasized about exploding things?
I’m thinking about it right now.
Wait a minute.
I HAVE seen those beady eyes before.
Prove it! You know, you should really try the color pink.
Otherwise, you might as well call yourself the Blue Boy with Boobs.
It’s YOU! I know you! You are that Half-headed man author, aren’t you! Kastil Even-butt or something or other.
You are hiding! Hiding behind a cover with a whole man on it… And a few cats.
Well, yes, but you said you liked my book, right?
I put a whole person on the cover for you… changed my name and everything!
I remember everything!
Blue Boy with Boobs Huh? I’ll show you!
[As the sub-atomic particle weapon discharges, Joyce pulls out an umbrella and ducks beneath it. Lasers rebound off the surface and scatter across the room. Holes burn into the walls. The couch catches on fire. Yeah, general mayhem.]
[Joyce pokes her head out from beneath the umbrella]
You’ll show me what?
Ha! I came prepared this time.
No blowing me up, thank you very much.
Little Blue Lady!
Gack! What happened to my living room?
If you’d like to learn more about Joyce Mangola check her out on her website http://joycemangola.wordpress.com/ And if anyone knows a good contractor… I need a new living room.
While I’m chasing after the Little Blue Lady with a repair bill, comment below for a chance to win “Ghosts in the Mirror”.