Welcome to The YA Scavenger Hunt! (Team Teal!)
Greetings, intrepid travelers on the YA Scavenger Hunt! I'm Diana Renn, your hostess for this leg of your journey. Stop and rest, put your feet up, have a little water and trail mix. I write travel mysteries, so I'm always thrilled to meet fellow adventurers, whether they're trotting across the real globe or the virtual one!
At this stop I'll share a bit of info about me and my books, drop some clues about my Exclusive Bonus Content (which is hosted by someone else), introduce you to my special guest, and hopefully entice you into entering an awesome extra giveaway before I send you back on the trail.
But first, a little orientation in case you're just starting out! You are currently hunting on TEAM TEAL. (I love teal! My whole website is teal!) On this hunt, you'll learn about a whole bunch of amazing authors and their new books, and you'll have access to exclusive material from each participating author, and lots of bonus giveaways. You'll also collect some secret numbers along the way. Add them up and enter for a chance to win the grand prize!
Did you know . . . there are actually EIGHT contests going on simultaneously -- yes, eight different legs of this massive hunt! (There are blue, red, gold, orange, pink, purple and green teams!) You can enter one, some, or all legs. For a complete listing of all the teams and participating authors and the full list of prizes, you can visit the YA Scavenger Hunt Website.
1. Somewhere on this blog post, I've mentioned my favorite number. It is in a slightly bigger font and written in WHITE (since my whole website is teal!) so it should be easy to spot.
2. As you progress on the hunt, you need to collect all the favorite numbers of everyone on Team Teal. Write them down and add them up when you're done with this leg.
3. Once you've added up all the numbers, you must fill out the official entry form here. You MUST fill this out by noon Pacific time, Sunday October 4, to officially qualify for the grand prize! And what is that grand prize??
4. The prize: One lucky winner will receive at least one signed book from every author on this team. And everyone has chances to enter individual authors' bonus giveaways. (Here is a picture of all the pretty books!)
5. This contest is open internationally. (How cool is that??)
6. If you're under 18, you need a parent or guardian's permission to enter.
OK, I think that's all the rules! Whew!
Before I go on an introduce you to my special guest, I'll tell you a little about myself. I'm the author of three YA mysteries featuring international settings and globetrotting teens: TOKYO HEIST (set in Japan, obviously), LATITUDE ZERO (set in Ecuador), and BLUE VOYAGE (set in Turkey), all published by Viking/Penguin. I'm also the Fiction Editor at YARN (Young Adult Review Network), an award-winning online magazine featuring short-form writing by and for teens.
Somewhere on this blog hop, I've planted my Exclusive Bonus Content about BLUE VOYAGE, my new book coming out on October 13! You'll find pictures from my own Turkish travels, and explanations of scenes and plot points they inspired. Though I confess one of the biggest inspirations for BLUE VOYAGE was a book I read way back when I was 11: a Nancy Drew book about Turkey (sort of), called The Mysterious Mannequin.
And now, I'd like you to meet my guest author! I am hosting . . . Rebekah Purdy!
Rebekah was born and raised in Michigan where she spent many late nights armed with a good book and a flashlight. She's lived in Michigan most of her life other than the few years she spent in the U.S. Army. At which time she got a chance to experience Missouri, Kansas, South Carolina, and California. Rebekah has a business degree from the University of Phoenix and currently works full time for the court system. In her free time, she writes YA stories, anything from YA Fantasy to YA Contemporary Romance. Rebekah also has a big family (6 kids). She likes to consider her family as the modern day Brady Buch complete with crazy road trips and game nights. When not hiding at her computer, Rebekah enjoys reading, singing, soccer, swimming, football, camping, playing video games, traveling, and hanging out with her family and gazilion pets.
THE WINTER PEOPLE).
Here's what her brand new book, THE SUMMER MARKED is all about:
The sequel to the chilling Winter People returns to the world of Faerie, and is a romantic and enchanting follow-up. Salome left humankind behind to be with her boyfriend, Gareth, in the Kingdom of Summer. But now forces of darkness are rising. Her happily-ever-after is coming apart, and the Kingdom is on the brink of war.
Newly-single Kadie Byers is on her way home for Thanksgiving, imagining a visit filled with hot chocolate, a hot guy for a little rebound action, and some girl time with her bestie, Salome. Except she receives a message from Salome with two important words: PLEASE HURRY.
When Kadie rushes to help Salome, she’s ripped from the human world and pulled into the kingdoms of Faerie, where she's shocked to learn that Salome's monsters are real, and that she's now at the mercy of one extremely vengeful Winter Queen...
Now both Salome and Kadie must find a way to survive the deadly chaos...or lose themselves to Winter's deadly, icy grasp.
Diana here. I think both these books sound really great! I also love deleted scenes (I accumulate lots of those myself), so I'm thrilled to share one as Rebekah's EXCLUSIVE BONUS CONTENT!
After you check out her deleted scene, please enter my BONUS GIVEAWAY - I'm giving away a whole set of hardcovers of each of my books! And after that, fearless travelers? You'll get the link to the next stop on Team Teal! Ok - ready??
REBEKAH PURDY'S DELETED SCENE FROM "THE SUMMER MARKED"
Rebekah says: "Here is a deleted scene between Kadie and Etienne that got cut in the last round of edits for The Summer Marked (so sad it didn’t make the cut—hahaha). ENJOY!!!!!"
The scenery sped by as the horses darted through the woods. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I imagined what would become of me and Demetria. Etienne loosened his grip and I felt his heated breath against my cheek as he leaned forward.
“Do you still have that dagger I gave you?” he whispered.
My teeth chattered, but I managed to answer, “Yes.”
“Good. You need to listen very closely to what I’m about to say.” He slowed our horse from its death-race, type pace. “I want you to stab me with the dagger.”
“What?” I hissed, attempting to turn to look at him. He couldn’t be serious. Why the hell would I hurt him?
“Not a fatal wound, just stab me in the thigh or something. I’ve already spelled our horse, all I have to do is give him a command and he’ll bring you to a hiding spot near the mountains.”
“But the iron will kill you,” I said. The last thing I wanted to do was kill someone, well, other than Teodor or the queen. But Etienne had been kind to me. Besides, I couldn’t dissect a frog in bio class, what made me think I could hurt a person?
“I’ll only be poisoned a short time if you just stick me in the leg. Listen, the Winter Princes will have to help me before they can go after you. They hold their own kinds’ lives in higher esteem than a human’s. It will buy you time to get ahead of them. This is the only way, Kadie. We either do it now or we’ll be too close to the castle for you to make your getaway.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know, but I promise I’ll be fine and I’ll come to you as soon as I can.” His fingers brushed against my hair.
My hand slid up the side of my dress and I glanced around at the other riders as I pulled my dagger from its scabbard. My belly churned as nausea washed over me. If I didn’t do this, I’d have to go back to face punishment from the queen. And this time, I doubted she’d let me live. Body trembling, I lifted the dagger. Shit. I really didn’t want to stab him.
Behind me, I heard Etienne chant something that sounded kind of Irish, but I couldn’t tell.
“Stab me now,” he said.
I closed my eyes and raised the blade. Then, with all my might, I slammed the sharp knife, into his thigh.
He cried out and my lids shot open, I glanced back just in time to see him fall from the saddle, nearly bringing me with him. At that moment, the horse turned then started running in the opposite direction.
“Get her,” I heard Teodor yell.
“No, help me,” Etienne screamed. “She’s stabbed me with iron.”
My horse galloped between the trees. Frantic, I peered over my shoulder to see the Fae bent over Etienne as he lay there on the ground. But it was Demetria’s form that made me cry. She was tied across Teodor’s saddle. Still a prisoner and there was nothing I could do for her now. If I went back, I’d be recaptured.
A sob raked through me as the cold air nipped at my skin. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve to be stuck here. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to go back. But I couldn’t. My heart ached. We’d spent the last several days together. She’d taken a punishment from Teodor to protect me and here I was deserting her.
My hands gripped the reins as we sped into the darkness. My cloak billowed behind me like a deflated ghost trying to keep up. The sound of the horse’s hooves hitting snow was all I could hear. Moonlight spilled across the woodland, casting eerie skeletal like shadows in our path. Every tree and bush started to look like creatures jumping in our way.
My pulse soared out of control as fear settled in. Fear of what might lay in wait in the forest. Fear for Demetria and what would become of her. Fear for Etienne, hoping the wound I gave him didn’t kill him. And fear for myself, wondering if I’d truly escape this awful place.
For hours we travelled through the night, until my horse was lathered in sweat and his breathing labored. He stayed in the creek for the last hour and I could tell he was tired. If he wasn’t careful he’d ride himself to death.
“Whoa, boy, slow down,” I said, tugging on the reins. No way did I want him to fall over dead. Not only would that mean me travelling by foot, but it also meant I’d be alone.
He turned his head slightly and snorted, but kept on moving.
Water splashed up on my boots, where I had my feet secured in the stirrups. Just overhead, the sky started to lighten. Not the pretty pinks or purples of a sunrise. But rather a lighter gray than our drab surroundings. But with daylight coming, that meant we’d be easier to see and find.
My gaze darted around our surroundings. Rocks. Trees. Water. Snow. I pulled my cloak tighter, my eyes burned with fatigue. Where was the horse taking me? At last we came to an area of rocky outcroppings. The horse climbed from the water and skirted behind several large boulders. An overhang from the mountains above created a roof, while the boulders on each side created a wall of sorts. There was a big enough entrance for the horse and I to get through and get in out of the wind and snow.
I slid from the horse’s back, my legs stiff and numb from riding all night. I knew I needed to unsaddle the horse, but my problem was, if I did, I wasn’t sure if I’d know how to get it back on him if we needed to make a quick getaway.
But on the other hand, I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable since he did help save my life. My fingers worked to first unhook the saddlebags from his sides, then I unbuckled his saddle, sliding it off. I set it in the corner then went to dig through the pouches. Inside, I found a couple blankets, a bag of oats for the horse, and some dried meat and cheese.
I bit off a hunk of cheese, then went over to feed the horse.
“Good boy,” I said, petting his neck. “Rest up, I’m not sure how long we’ll be here for.”
Grabbing the blankets, I laid down on the ground, curling up next to the mountainside and as far away from the entrance as I could. I attempted to close my eyes, but every time I did, I thought I heard something outside and I’d sit upright, waiting to see if my pursuers had finally caught up.
At last I gave up trying to sleep and just sat there, listening to the gurgle of the creek and the sound of the wind sneaking through the rocks. Coldness seeped into my bones and the blankets did little to chase the chill away. As daylight drifted away, the shadows of night set in. Back home I never used to mind the dark, but ever since coming here, it frightened. Because now I’d seen what hid in it. The evilness that lurked, waiting for unsuspecting people.
Scared, I reached for a sharp rock to use as a weapon, since I was now without my dagger. The horse let out a soft nicker and I went still, listening intently.
From outside our hiding place, I heard the distinct sound of crunching snow. Footsteps. Panic cut off my breath and I stood, pressing myself tight against the side of the rocky outcropping. My fingers tightened around the knife-like stone I held. I was not going back to Winter. I didn’t care if I had to cut my own wrists out here.
My heart pounded out of control and I felt like I might wet myself as the footfalls grew closer. Please don’t let them find me.
“Kadie?” Etienne’s soft whisper echoed off the rocks.
Relief washed over me and I dropped my weapon. “Etienne, oh God, you’re alive.”
A tiny orb of light lit the hideout, just enough for me to see him stagger inside. His face was paler than I remembered, the bandages on his leg had bled through.
“I thought you said the iron wouldn’t hurt you?” I hurried to his side as he sank to his knees. His skin burned with fever.
“I didn’t have time to let the others heal me properly. Teodor wanted everyone to set off after you. But I managed to convince them to split up and cover more ground. He wants to break you so badly. And the more we deny him, the more he wants you.”
My gaze met his. “Well, he’s not going to have me. Now, tell me how to help you.”
“There should be some camphor in one of the saddlebags. We can create a salve out of it. I mainly need to get this wound cleaned out.”
I spread my blankets out on the ground and helped him lay down, while I scoured the bags. After a moment, I found a small bundle of ground herbs and flowers and pulled it out. When I had it in hand, I went to Etienne’s side so he could point out which of the ingredients was camphor. As careful as possible, I took his bandages off. The fabric on his breeches had already been cut away from the wound, making my job that much easier.
“Do you still have my dagger?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s here.” He pointed to the scabbard belted at his side.
I slid it from its sheath, then cut fabric from the end of my cloak. “I’ll be right back.” As quiet as I could, I slipped from our hideout and over to the creek. I dipped the cloth in the water then hurried back inside.
With gentle hands, I cleaned out his wound. He cried out. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you.”
His fingers covered mine. “I know.”
Heat blazed from where our skin touched. My pulse quickened. His eyes darkened, but he laid back against the blankets once more.
After I cleaned the infected area, I took the camphor paste he’d made and covered his cut. I then cut another section of material from my cloak and rewrapped his injured leg.
“I’m so cold,” he whispered.
“Here, let me cover you up,” I said, sliding my other blanket up over his shoulders. But before I could move away, he caught my arm.
“Lay with me?”
“Please, I will not harm you.” He opened the covers for me.
I chewed my bottom lip, staring at his bright blue eyes and the way his blond hair stuck to his sweat slickened forehead. Without a second thought, I crawled next to him and nestled against his fevered body.
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It's your host, Diana, here again!
Thanks for the scene, Rebekah!
Here's where to find Rebekah online:
Her website: http://www.rebekahlpurdy.com
Pinterest: Rebekah Purdy
GoodReads: Rebekah L Purdy
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