Monthly Archives: March 2016

Spring 2016 YA Scavenger Hunt!

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Hey guys! Welcome to the 12th

YA Scavenger Hunt!

I’m L.A. Starkey, or Laurie Starkey, you’re lucky host for this leg of the hunt!

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Insider‘s Group ~ Amazon ~Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Goodreads

I have three pen names, but the only one you’ll
get outta me is Kate Thomas.
I love books almost more than anything, my family
of course pulling ahead – slightly.
I can sing and do often. I love chocolate.
I write like my life depended on it – FAST!
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Looking for exclusive bonus content? You’ll have to keep searching.

But, first, a few rules.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE RULES

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the GREEN TEAM, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!)
HINT: THE SECRET NUMBER IS HIGHLIGHTED IN GREEN!

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  April 3, at noon Pacific Standard Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

LINK to the YASH Website for farther instructions!!

On this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each participating YA author, you also get a secret number. Add up the numbers, and enter it for a chance to win a major prize–one lucky winner will receive at least one signed book from each author on my team in the hunt! But play fast. This contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online until noon PST on Sunday, April 3rd!

There are NINE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GREEN TEAM but there is also a RED TEAM, GOLD TEAM, PURPLE TEAM, BLUE TEAM, ORANGE TEAM, TEAL TEAM, SILVER TEAM & PINK TEAM!

Check out each team for a chance to win several different sets of signed books!

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Now that all the technical stuff is out of the way, I’ll introduce the author I am hosting on this hunt.

I am super excited to be hosting…
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Jenny Adams Perinovic is a YA author, librarian-in-training, and part-time book fairy. She lives in Philadelphia, PA with her perpetual student husband and their tiny menagerie. She likes to write books filled with mystery and magic (and also kissing). On twitter, she’s @JennyPerinovic, and you can visit her online at jennyperinovic.com.

Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Pinterest ~ Amazon

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Check out her work…

500x750-finalShe meant to help a ghost…not unleash a curse.

Amelia Dupree hasn’t seen the Woman in White since the night her brother died.

The ghost seems to have disappeared from the woods surrounding Asylum, Pennsylvania—that is, until Charlie Blue moves into the creepy old MacAllister House next door. Amelia can’t help liking him, even though she spent her childhood thinking his grandmother was a witch. And she definitely can’t ignore the connection between his arrival and the Woman in White’s return.

Then Amelia learns that the Woman in White is a prisoner, trapped between the worlds of the living and the dead. Devastated by the idea that her brother could be suffering a similar fate, Amelia decides to do whatever it takes to help the Woman in White find peace–and Charlie agrees to help her.

But when Amelia’s classmates start to drown in the Susquehanna River, one right after another, rumors swirl as people begin to connect the timing of Charlie’s arrival with the unexplained deaths. As Charlie and Amelia uncover the dark history of Asylum, they realize they may have unleashed an unspeakable evil. One they have to stop before everything they love is destroyed.

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TOP SECRET – BONUS MATERIAL FROM JENNY!!

Enjoy this deleted scene, and the original opening to A Magic Dark & Bright

 This opening was definitely a darling that had to be killed. It survived the first three drafts of the book, but eventually, I had to cut it and write something that was a better fit for the overall tone of the book…something spooky and atmospheric. That meant this meet-cute had to go. – Jenny

Halfway through November, Charlie stopped coming to school.

I can’t say that it surprised me, mostly because I was the only one who knew what really happened out there that day in the woods, the day that we found out the hard way that some things are better off left alone.

It was awfully hard to keep my mouth shut as the rumors about his sudden departure—a sure admission of guilt, in the eyes of my classmates—swept through the halls like a plague of locusts, swarming and devouring any shred of truth in its path. Not that anyone really would have listened to me; everyone knew about my relationship with him. People I had known for my entire life, since even before kindergarten, turned their backs on me because of Charlie, because of what they thought he did, because they thought they knew him.

I didn’t blame him, not really, not for any of it. Not even for leaving me alone to face the whispers, the anonymous scrawl of graffiti across my locker, the dirty looks and accusing stares that followed me everywhere I went.  I shouldn’t have had to deal with all of it alone, not when there were two of us in the woods that day, but I got it.

But I think I may be starting all of this in the wrong place. This isn’t my story, after all. It’s Charlie’s, and to understand any of it, I need to go back to the beginning, all the way back to last summer, before we knew what magic was and what it could do to somebody.

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Charlie Blue arrived in our corner of northeast Pennsylvania on a Wednesday afternoon the week after school let out for the summer between junior and senior year, wearing a red flannel shirt despite the heat and driving an ancient, beat-up green Mustang with Montana license plates despite the price of gas. He pulled right up under the window of Between the Lines, the used bookstore where I worked as a clerk and idled his engine, which usually meant one of two things: someone took the wrong exit off of the highway and is now hopelessly lost or they’re looking for the entrance to the state park to go hiking, in which case they are not so hopelessly, but still mostly, lost.

Abbey Howards, my best friend since kindergarten, leaned across her register and bobbed her head in his general direction. “Your turn to give directions, Amelia,” she said, winding a lock of red hair around her finger.  Her mom owned Between the Lines, so we always ended up scheduled to work together. “The last dude was a creeper.”

“They’re always creepers,” I said, but I was already getting up.

She flashed me a grin and a thumbs up and shooed me out the door into the sweltering summer heat. He didn’t even look up from the map spread over his steering wheel as I walked up, which wasn’t surprising, since he had the music turned up so loudly that the sidewalk vibrated under my sneakers.

I rapped my knuckles against the driver’s side window and he gave a shout and jumped as far as his seatbelt would allow. He grinned sheepishly at me and rolled it down, and I got my first real look at him.

He was younger than I expected from the early 90’s grunge that poured through his speakers, probably only a little bit older than me, and kind of cute, even with the shock of curly brown hair that fell across his eyes, his thick, black-framed glasses, the nose that seemed just a little bit too big for his face.

I crossed my arms over my chest and bent down low enough to speak to him. “You lost?”

“What?” he shouted over the music.

“Are. You. Lost,” I shouted back to him.

He held up a finger and switched the music off. “Sorry,” he said, gesturing to the map spread in front of him. “I’m kind of lost.”

“I figured.” I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him. “The highway’s back that way, five or so miles.”

“Actually,” he said, “I’m looking for 410 Laurel Street? I’d call my grandmother I can’t seem to get any service out here,” he said, holding up a cell phone that seemed as ancient as his car.

“That’s Ms. MacAllister’s house, isn’t it?” I squinted down at him.

“That’s my grandmother,” he said. “You know her?”

Know her? Everyone knew her, or at least knew of her, especially kids like me who had grown up on Laurel Street. When I was a little girl, my older brother Todd told me that she was a witch. It didn’t help that she ran the only new-agey shop in town. Well, okay, it was a tea shop, but she also sold crystals and did tarot readings from the the back.

“Um, yeah,” I answered. “Of course. I live across the street from her.”

He grinned up at me, then stuck his hand out the window. “Well, Amelia,” he said, eyeing the name tag stuck to my t-shirt. “I’m Charlie Blue. I guess we’re going to be neighbors.”

Over the next few days, I caught glimpses of Charlie everywhere I went, but I didn’t talk to him, for reasons I couldn’t really pin down. He worked on his car in Ms. MacAllister’s driveway.  I narrowly avoided him at the grocery store by ducking into the diaper aisle at the last possible moment.  He ran past the bookshop twice a day in a ratty t-shirt and basketball shorts.

On Friday afternoon, Abbey noticed me watching him. “You’ve got a thing for the new kid,” she said, glancing up from the issue of Seventeen she had spread across her lap. “Ms. MacAllister’s grandkid? Don’t you? You think he’s cuuuute.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, pretending to straighten the rack of paperbacks at the front of the store.

I didn’t have a thing for him. Not really. Not like that. But I was curious about Charlie Blue. I wanted to know more about the strange boy who lived with the witch across the street.

 

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Please don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Denise, and many more! To enter, you need to write down my favorite number, find all the other numbers on the GREEN TEAM add them up, and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

I have quite a few FREE books and Anthologies that you can grab and enjoy below!!

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Thank you so much for visiting my website! If your enjoy my Soul Keeper Series, be sure to join my Newsletter group for a special never before seen short story on the Prophecy that started it all.

Good luck everyone!

Laurie Starkey

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Ready to move on to the next link in the hunt? Then head on over to visit author SARAH NEEVE’S page.

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