YA Scavenger Hunt Autumn 2016!

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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 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!

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Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the RED TEAM–but there is also a blue team, a gold team, an orange team, a red team, and an indie team for a chance to win a whole different set of 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.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE
 
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 9th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
 LET’S MEET AUTHOR JOHANNA PARKHURST! 
I’m delighted to be hosting Johanna Parkhurst on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt!
1416846265Johanna Parkhurst grew up on a small dairy farm in northern Vermont before relocating to the rocky mountains of Colorado. She loves traveling, hiking, skiing, and yelling at the TV during football and hockey season.
 
Johanna’s book, EVERY INFERNO

3201232 Depressed. Defiant. Possible alcoholic. These are just a few of the terms used to describe fifteen-year-old Jacob Jasper Jones. Lately, though, JJ has a new one to add to the list: detective. He’s been having strange dreams about the fire that killed his parents ten years ago, and he thinks he finally has the clue to catching the arsonist who destroyed his family. But as JJ struggles to find the culprit, he sees there’s more than one mystery in his life he needs to solve.

Sounds intriguing, right? You definitely need to buy 27 copies.

You can find out more information by checking out  Johanna’s website or find more about Johanna’s book, EVERY INFERNO, here!
And now for Johanna Parkhurst’s exclusive content!
I’m so excited because Johanna’s sharing with us a bonus scene from the book!
 

Before the fires and mystery of EVERY INFERNO, there was JJ Jones and a science lab full of frogs….

            JJ sat on a cold bench, staring at the ground, while Maggie fumed next to him.

            “I can’t believe this,” she hissed, yet again. “Here I thought we were making progress…two whole weeks without a call from the school…and then you go and do something like this?”

            JJ didn’t answer.

            “I was in the middle of a bat mitzvah, too! I had to get my assistant to take over for me, and she never gets the lighting right with the cake pictures!”

            If Maggie didn’t stop talking soon, JJ knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself from smirking.

            “So I leave right in the middle of the dinner pics and I rush down here all worried you’re sick or bleeding out in the middle of the entrance to the high school or something because the person that called me wouldn’t tell me anything. Then I find out that not only are you perfectly fine, you’ve decided to wreak havoc on everything in sight. Once again.”

            JJ wasn’t sure that was fair. He hardly ever did anything this destructive.

            He willed himself not to smile, because that was sure to take Maggie’s scowl up four or five more notches. But the more he thought about what he and Lewis had done, the harder it was not to let the corners of his mouth inch up.

            It had started simply enough: he and Lewis were on their way to lunch, and Lewis was going on and on about how their biology teacher was out to get him and how unfair it was that they had to do gross things like cut up frogs. “Shouldn’t that be illegal or something? I mean, it’s like a living thing or whatever…and Mrs. Massy wants me to slice it in half! I should protest. That’s why I have an F in that stupid class, you know. Because I won’t cut up her frogs.”

            JJ was fairly certain Lewis had an F in biology because he hadn’t opened up his textbook once all semester. Still, he’d nodded in response.

            Then Lewis had stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway, seemingly unaware of the swarm of bodies parting and moving around them to get to the cafeteria. “That’s it!” he said urgently. “Nobody’s in the labs right now. Let’s go get the frogs and let them loose.” A large, dangerous grin swam its way across his face. “In the cafeteria.”

            Why not? JJ had thought. He had no love for Mrs. Massy either. She was always barking at him that he needed to participate more, that he didn’t live up to his full potential, that he’d never amount to anything if he didn’t try harder.

            Yeah, he’d steal her frogs.

            Of course, it had been harder than they’d both thought. Not getting into the lab storerooms; that part had been easy. Teachers never remembered to lock anything. The hard part had been hauling all the cages down to the cafeteria doorway and then quickly forcing the frogs out—it turned out frogs didn’t always like to do exactly what you wanted them to do. After that, though, the operation had been cake. All they’d had to do was yell things like “Free the frogs!” and “Save Kermit!” while the frogs jumped around anxiously, presumably trying to figure out where all these strange people had come from and what had happened to their faux swamps. There was screaming and bellowing laughter, and JJ had had been able to forget basically everything else in his life—in his world—as teachers came rushing in, yelling at everyone not to panic and trying to grab hold of frogs wherever they could.

            It had been a perfect moment of forgetting, and JJ lived to forget.

            Too bad Maggie didn’t see it that way. “I just don’t understand how you get yourself into these things.” She went on. “Did Lewis talk you into this? I’m not sure he’s the best influence, JJ.”

            Of course he wasn’t. Lewis was a terrible influence. But his father had an excellent liquor cabinet.

            The door to the assistant principal’s office opened. “Ah, Mrs. Jones,” said Mrs. Holcom gratefully. “Thank you for coming down. Let’s talk first.” Maggie stood up, and Mrs. Holcom turned her gaze to JJ. “We’ll talk shortly, JJ.”

            JJ didn’t answer. What was the point? Adults always expected you to answer when they talked, but they never cared what you had to say.

            JJ went back to staring at the floor while the school’s front office hummed around him. Parents picked up their kids, students dropped off notes from teachers. Nobody paid any attention to JJ, until a voice next to him said, “You let the frogs loose, didn’t you?”

            JJ looked up. The person standing next to the bench was tall, and smiling, and he looked familiar, though JJ had no idea who he was.

            JJ didn’t say anything. It wasn’t just adults who couldn’t be counted on to care what you had to say.

            “Are you an animal rights activist or something?” The guy asked.

            JJ still had no plans to answer. If anyone could pull off a long, stoic, staring contest, it was Jacob Jones. But something about this guy’s expression, which was so friendly and so real, had him opening his mouth unexpectedly. “Not exactly,” he said. “I mean, not usually. It’s just…they make us cut frogs open. Whether we want to or not.”

            It was the most honest answer he could come up with in response to that honest expression.

            “Huh. I never thought about it that way.” The guy shrugged. “I’m McKinley. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, okay?” Then he disappeared out of the front office.

            Mrs. Holcom’s door swung open again. “JJ, come in please,” she called.

            JJ sighed. This was going to be an unpleasant conversation. But he’d had a solid ten minutes of forgetting that day—which was worth anything Mrs. Holcom was about to say to him.

And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, Johanna Parkhurst, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 27. 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!
And I’m also running a mini giveaway on my own!
Enter the rafflecopter below and one person will win a paperback copy of one of my books, while five runners up will each win an e-copy of one of my books. Each winner can choose which book he or she would like.
And this is open internationally!

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The books you could win…

 

untamed-2  Fragmented (Untamed #2) out now!

CONTINUE THE HUNT
 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Kristen Lippert-Martin!