Thursday, April 28, 2016

2016 New Adult Scavenger Hunt


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Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired 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 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!
Go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are TWO contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of TEAM BLUE–but there is also a red team and a purple team. Be sure to visit those as well for a chance to win a whole different set of books!
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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 New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.
***THE SCAVENGER HUNT***

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors on Team Blue, 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 May 1st, at noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

LET THE HUNT BEGIN!

*** MEET KATIE YOUNG, AUTHOR OF THE OTHER LAMB ***


Katie Young is a writer and occasional zombie movie ‘supporting artiste’. She also works in kids’ TV but wishes she were a rock star. She has had various short stories published by Ether Books, many of which were written for performance at the Are You Sitting Comfortably? events run by White Rabbit, and has had work featured in anthologies from Collaboration of the Dead Press, Angelic Knight Press, Indigo Mosaic, Song Stories Press, Static Movement and Fox Spirit Books. Her story, Atelic, was shortlisted for the 2010 Writers' & Artists' Year Book short fiction prize. Katie also writes TV and film reviews, most recently for FilmDebate, A Place to Hang Your Cape, The Cult Den, and Haddonfield Horror. Her first novel, The Other Lamb (Curiosity Quills Press, 2014) is out now, and she is currently writing a new book about twins, lightning, and dancing bears. She lives in South East London in a wonky and seldom-dusted little house with her partner, an angry cat, and too many books. 

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*** THE OTHER LAMB ***
Incarcerated on Earth as punishment for breeding with humans, the Watchers found a way to escape. Zach is living proof of that… even though someone has cut out his heart. 

When Zach turns eighteen he develops an insatiable thirst for blood, but he tries to bury his fears and go on enjoying his birthday. His best friend Kim has scored them tickets to the hottest gig in town. But a charged encounter with his idol, the enigmatic rock star known as Grigory, leads to a revelation that shatters everything Zach thinks he knows about himself and the world, and places everyone dear to him in grave danger.

Zach is a Naphil, the forbidden offspring of a mortal woman and a Watcher. When those who seek to destroy him snatch Kim, Zach is forced to embark on a journey of discovery spanning continents and ages. With the help of a mysterious stranger named Sam, Zach must unearth the truth about his parentage, find Kim, and discover who has stolen his heart… before he triggers the apocalypse.

AMAZON

*** Excerpt From THE OTHER LAMB ***

It had been 1943. Great swathes of the city were reduced to smouldering rubble, and artisans, performers, and those avoiding conscription scuttled about the ruins under the cover of night like rats. Back then, Sam thought the End Days were upon the Earth, and he vacillated between wishing to stay underground, sleeping and dreaming while he waited for the world to fall, and longing to see his brothers one last time. The pull became too great.

It wasn’t hard to find him; Azazel the chameleon, hiding in plain sight, fearless as ever. The dingy club heaved with warm bodies. Smoke and perfume hung the air, so musky he could taste it. Men and women in drag laughed, waving their cigarette holders. They sloshed their drinks about and pulled each other into sloppy kisses. Sam ordered a drink and pushed his way through the warm bodies until he had a better view of the stage where two young men performed a tumbling act, bending and contorting, balancing on one another’s hands.

Sam leant against the wall, letting the shadows swallow him up, and he waited. The place erupted into applause and catcalls as Azazel emerged. He was beautiful. Standing in a pool of pure while light, his dress sparkled and his hair, piled into a carefully messy tumble on top of his head, shone. Long, thick lashes accentuated the almond shape of his eyes, and bright crimson adorned his full lips. He dangled a cigarette between his long fingers, blue smoke meandering and climbing up towards the ceiling.

Azazel sang softly, seducing the entire room. Every face in the crowd turned toward this strange creature, basking in his light. Azazel moved across the stage in long, graceful steps, his sequinned heels extensions of his impossibly long legs. His hands moved like white birds about his face as he sang songs of a city with a broken heart, and the people loved him. They called him Greta.

On stage, the singer faltered now and then, eyes closed, chin tilted up as if scenting the air. Sam slunk further back into the darkness, pulling his overcoat collar up around his face and weeping silently into the fabric. During the last song, Azazel held a note for the best part of half a minute, and it resonated so pure and so inhuman that Sam felt his skull might split open. Some of the audience openly cried and tore at their clothes and hair. A couple of women swooned and fell to the floor. Some even covered their ears. Azazel’s eyes sought him out, although he hid from view and the singer must have been blinded by the spotlight. At the crescendo the world seemed to shift, caught in the rumble of a little earthquake. Lanterns shattered overhead, plunging the stage into darkness and showering glass down upon the stunned patrons. They shielded their faces and heads with their arms, shrieking, not sure whether this was all part of the act or if bombs were raining down on the city above. Sam wiped his cheeks, blood from tiny lacerations mingling with the tears drying there.

Afterwards in the candlelit bar, once the panic died down, men jostled around Greta’s table waiting for their chance to buy her a drink. Azazel smoked, laughed, and looked up at them with practised coquettishness. Women looked on, observing and seething, but some of them wanting. All of them tried to emulate the angel’s demure charisma, pitiful and unaware that this particular brand of allure existed so far beyond their reach. Sam watched for a while, then slipped away unseen into the night.
Awesome!! I’m adding this book to my TBR, now. How about you? And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Kelsey Ketch, and more!

To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is 8 .

Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Blue and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
I'm hosting a giveaway of my own. Click on the rafflecopter link to enter for a chance to win $10 Amazon Gift Card. 

***CONTINUE THE HUNT***
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Elizabeth Miceli!
GOOD LUCK!!