Woo Hoo, it’s once again time for the YA Scavenger Hunt! This tri-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 SuperCool prizes! Also, you get exclusive content from each author while searching for hidden CLUES–which you need to enter to win the grand 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!
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are TWO contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter both! I am a part of the RED TEAM (YAY, RED TEAM)–but there is also a blue team for a chance to win a whole different set of twenty-five signed books!
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt homepage.
Oh my gosh, you guys are so lucky! You get a sneak peek at an excerpt from Kim’s new book, THE TAKING!
Coming April 29, 2014
A flash of white light . . . and then . . . nothing.
“Stop the car,” I stated, and hated the way my voice cracked when it finally cleared the barrier of my throat.“Kyra . . .”“I mean it. Stop the car!”We were in the middle of nowhere, on Chuckanut Drive, still miles away from Burlington. My dad slowed but didn’t stop, his tires crunching on the gravel on the side of the road. “You’re not getting out. There’s nothing out here.”
“I’ll call Austin,” I insisted. “He’ll pick me up.”
The car was still moving, but only barely, as his words tumbled into the darkness, finding me in the backseat. “I just don’t want you to settle. I want you to experience the world. To go big.” It was one of my dad’s catchphrases: “Go big or go home.”
Only this time he was wrong. I didn’t want “big.” I didn’t want to live a catchphrase at all, none of them. I wanted to live my life.
And I wanted out.
Opening the car door was easy, and even though the Prius felt like it was moving in slow motion, the road I stared down at looked as if we were racing in the Grand Prix. I thought of what breaking my ankles might mean to my dad’s precious full-ride scholarships, and suddenly I didn’t care about scholarships or scouts or full rides.
“I said stop!” I yelled at my dad, and when I heard the screech of the Prius’s tires skidding to a complete stop, I leaped out of the car.
By the time my feet hit the ground I was already running, but it was too fast, and I was crying now too. I couldn’t see where I was going, and I tripped on the unforgiving asphalt.
I barely registered my dad’s voice coming from behind me, and I definitely didn’t feel pain, at least not yet. But I knew from years of sports’ injuries that adrenaline could mask the initial discomfort, and you would always feel it later.
I was still getting up, brushing away bits of rocks and gravel from my uniform, and from my hands, which had taken the brunt of the skidding part of my fall, when everything around me went white.
White, like blinding white.
It came in a flash, all at once, from somewhere that seemed both far away and right on top of me at the same time. In that moment I couldn’t see anything, but I heard my dad.
He was screaming this time. Screaming and screaming. My chest felt tight, and my eyes burned as I tried to find him, tried to see through the light that scorched my retinas.
All I knew was that one moment I was in the middle of a deserted stretch of highway, arguing with my dad about scholarships and boys, and the next minute my limbs were tingling and I felt weightless and dizzy.
Then . . .
. . . nothing.
Gah. Who NEEDS to read that book, right this second? *raises hand* Thank you so much, Kimberly, for sharing!
Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by Kimberly Derting, Stacey Kade, me, and more! To enter, you need to know that this one time, at band camp, I stumbled across TWELVE (12) naughty hound dogs who….oh, never mind.
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!
WAIT–before you tromp off to the next stop, enter my YA READER’S CHOICE contest below! Just tell me which book you’d like to win from any author on the RED TEAM in the comments, and VOILA! One (randomly chosen) person will get his or her wish! You get an extra entry if you LIKE my Facebook Author page!
WIN! WIN! WIN!