Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This biannual 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 awesome prizes!
On 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 to win our prize – one lucky winner will receive one 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 120 hours!
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SEVEN contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I’m on the RED TEAM, but there are also six more teams for chances to win a whole different set of books!
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. And if your TBR needs some filling, check out this Goodreads list of all the featured books!
Do you like scary books that keep you up at night? I’m also holding a personal giveaway for two brand-new paperback copies of my book The Killer in Me. Scroll all the way down to enter!
Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the red team, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).
Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by October 7, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
This fall I’m so happy to be hosting:
Here’s a little about C.M.: North of Normal author, Irish Dancer, homeschooler, Alaskan, and associate literary agent at The Jennifer De Chiara Literary Agency. You can learn more about her on her author website.
The book she’s showcasing is Eerie, which is about a paranormal university. (You can buy it here!) Here’s the gorgeous cover:
About the Book:
Alaska. Paranormal. University.
Hailey Hartley has just enrolled in the world’s premier supernatural university. It’s a school she’s never heard of, located in an Alaska town called The Middle of Nowhere, and run by a creature that’s not supposed to exist. But, hey, she got a scholarship!
Hailey’s dreams have always been, well…vivid. As in monsters from her nightmares follow her into her waking life vivid. When her big sister goes missing, eighteen-year-old Hailey finds the only thing keeping her safe from a murderous 3,000-year-old beast is an equally terrifying creature who has fallen “madly” in love with her. Competing to win her affection, the Dream Creature, Asher, lures her to the one place that offers safety–a ParaScience university in Alaska he calls home. There, she studies the science of the supernatural and must learn to live with a roommate from Hell, survive her otherworldly classes, and hope the only creature who can save her from an evil immortal doesn’t decide to kill her himself.
Now it’s time for some …
C.M. is sharing an excerpt from her forthcoming YA thriller 30 Days With Dr. Death. Enjoy!
“I’m not getting on that thing,” I informed him, arms crossed.
“Well, for one—it’s alive. Also, it hates me—I can feel the fiery rage of a thousand suns emanating from—”
“Stop. Just—stop.” Pierce put his free hand in my face, his palm touching my nose, and I cringed away. “I can’t believe you’ll fly an airplane but you’re afraid of a little horse.”
“The airplane obeys me, Pierce, whereas Rex…” I waved my hand at the beast’s head. “Rex looks like he wants to chew me.”
Pierce crooked his jaw and blinked at me slowly.
“And there’s nothing little about that horse,” I added for good measure. The thing was a behemoth.
A crooked smile widened Pierce’s lips, and stepping into my personal space, he looked down on me. “Awww…a little scared are we?” His tone was patronizing. He even tucked a finger under my chin. “I know, I know—it’s your first time. Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle.”
“I hate you,” I said, deadpan, but I didn’t slap his hand away, because I didn’t really hate him at all. Burbling deep inside my gut was an excitement I liked. Despite my threat to beat the snot out of him if he ever touched me again, I wanted him close, and despite the Truth Demon, I wanted his teasing—that meant he still liked me. And I knew that as soon as we landed at Camp, he’d hate my guts.
Yeah, it was selfish, but dammit, I was going to enjoy every moment of flirty friendship I could get with him, and I would not be thought a wimp. And so, I would ride his stupid horse after all.
I nudged Pierce aside and squared up with Rex. “Okay,” I said with a determined huff. “How do I board this thing?”
“It’s not a train, Gladys, and if you want to hang with me, you’re gonna have to learn the lingo. So…” He swung his arm in a grand gesture. “Let’s mount up.”
“Okay…” I surveyed my options, found neither steps nor hand-holds, and threw my hands up. “Am I supposed to levitate?”
Pierce shook his head, muttering, “I can’t believe you’ve never been on a horse, Heather, it’s been a thing for thousands of years.”
“Oh yeah, well I—you’re a—Not in my life thousands of…years—” I stopped and huffed. Not even I knew what that meant. Naturally, the one time I needed a scathing comeback, my brain failed. So I stood there, gritting my teeth, staring at the ground.
The perfect retort would undoubtedly hit me at 3am. If I’d planned this spectacular word-fail, I might’ve felt proud of my so-genuine-it’s-embarrassing, nervous Heather-ism. Instead my cheeks heated.
I chanced a look at Pierce. Instead of mocking me or pointing and staring at my flaming face, he was reaching across the saddle, oblivious, his back turned to me.
He was so cool. And I was a sputtering moron.
At least he had the decency to ignore it.
“See this?” he said in a most welcome condescending tone, one that breathed new life into my deflated ego—he really was ignoring my idiocy. He pulled a strap from the horse’s back, and attached to the end of that strap was a stirrup, which he waggled in my face.
“You hid the stairs,” I accused, shooting him a pointed look. “You wanted to see me claw my way up this horse-mountain, when you had stairs the whole time.”
I shook my head at him. “That’s just cold.”
Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, C.M. McCoy, and more! Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the red team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
Your next stop on the YA Scavenger Hunt is author Jennifer Brody, so click on over to her site! Don’t forget to tweet #YASH.
And … Win a Brand-New Paperback of The Killer in Me!
Do you like true crime-inspired mysteries? Books that keep you up at night? Creepy covers with shovels on them? The paperback of my book The Killer in Me (more info here) is out on October 9, and I’m giving away two copies.