The Darkest Lie releases today!

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Yippee! It’s my book birthday today! I’m so excited about THE DARKEST LIE, and I hope you’ll love it as much as I do! Check out the book’s details and teaser, and be sure to enter the giveaway below!

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Publisher: Kensington YA

Publication: June 28, 2016

 

“The mother I knew would never do those things.

But maybe I never knew her after all.”

Clothes, jokes, coded messages…Cecilia Brooks and her mom shared everything. At least, CeCe thought they did. Six months ago, her mom killed herself after accusations of having sex with a student, and CeCe’s been the subject of whispers and taunts ever since. Now, at the start of her high school senior year, between dealing with her grieving, distracted father, and the social nightmare that has become her life, CeCe just wants to fly under the radar. Instead, she’s volunteering at the school’s crisis hotline—the same place her mother worked.

As she counsels troubled strangers, CeCe’s lingering suspicions about her mom’s death surface. With the help of Sam, a new student and newspaper intern, she starts to piece together fragmented clues that point to a twisted secret at the heart of her community. Soon, finding the truth isn’t just a matter of restoring her mother’s reputation, it’s about saving lives—including CeCe’s own…

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Excerpt from The Darkest Lie

“I’ve been researching the story of her suicide,” Sam says. “And I came across something in my research that nobody could explain.”

“What is it?” I say dully, even though I can probably guess. I mean, there’s lots that’s inexplicable about my mom’s behavior. Tons.

Like: How could a grown woman be sexually attracted to a boy? Or more importantly: Why would she act on it? And my personal favorite: Did she have any kind of moral fiber—even a few lost threads—at all?

But Sam bypasses all the obvious questions and picks up a lock of my hair. I feel the slight tug all the way to my roots.

“Her hair.” He rubs my strands between his fingers, and I suppress a shiver. “It was chopped off, jagged. One article said it looked like it was lopped off with a butcher knife.”

I shrug, but even that simple movement is infused with the awareness of his touch. Still, he doesn’t let go.

“They said she was crazy,” I say. “Out of her mind. Maybe she was disfiguring herself as a sign of her shame. Who knows what motivated her actions?”

But even as I repeat the explanation the detectives gave for just about everything, my dad’s words echo in my mind: I knew your mother. She wasn’t capable of those things. I don’t believe she did any of it.

All of a sudden, my excuses sound exactly like what they are—easy, surface-level assumptions designed to make it easier for the detectives to close the case.

Sam frowns. “I guess I could buy that if I hadn’t seen the interview with her hair stylist in one of the local papers.”

Oh. One of those. Every newspaper in a fifty-mile radius went berserk when my mom committed suicide. Every day, there was a new article, featuring interviews with her fellow teachers, former students, even our lawn guy, for god’s sake. If there was a story on her hair salon, I must’ve missed it.

“The stylist kept saying your mom’s haircut was inconceivable, and I couldn’t understand why. So when I was scooting past Cut & Dry the other day, I stopped to talk to her.”

“Did she confirm my mom was a natural redhead?” I raise my eyebrows. “Reveal the exact color of dye she used to cover her silver sparkles?”

“Not at all,” he says, and something about his tone stops me. The chill begins at the base of my spine and crawls its way up, one long spider leg at a time. “The stylist said she’s been cutting your mom’s hair for two decades. And in all that time, your mother never let her cut more than half an inch. In fact, she came into the salon two days before she died, and they had the exact same argument. The stylist tried to talk her into a bob, and your mom adamantly refused.”

Abruptly, he lets go of my hair, and the strands swing back over my shoulder, loose, unencumbered, and very, very cold.

Sam’s eyes pierce right into me. “So what I want to know is: What could’ve happened in two days that made her change her mind? Unless . . . she didn’t.”

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Pintip Dunn graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B. in English Literature and Language. She received her J.D. at Yale Law School, where she was an editor of the YALE LAW JOURNAL. She also published an article in the YALE LAW JOURNAL, entitled, “How Judges Overrule: Speech Act Theory and the Doctrine of Stare Decisis,”

Pintip is represented by literary agent Beth Miller of Writers House. Her debut novel, FORGET TOMORROW, is a finalist in the Best First Book category of RWA’s RITA® contest. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Washington Romance Writers, YARWA, and The Golden Network.

She lives with her husband and children in Maryland. You can learn more about Pintip and her books at www.pintipdunn.com.

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There are 2 prizes! One winner will win a signed copy of THE DARKEST LIE (US only), and another winner will receive a $50 gift card to Amazon or Book Depository (international)!

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YA Scavenger Hunt – Spring 2016

YASH GOLD TEAM SPRING 2016Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! I’m Pintip Dunn, author of YA sci fi, FORGET TOMORROW,  and the upcoming YA contemporary thriller THE DARKEST LIE, and your hostess for this stop on the 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 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 5 days!

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The Gold Team!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are NINE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GOLD TEAM–but there is also a pink team, a green team, a red team, a silver team, an orange team , a blue team, a purple team, and a teal team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed 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 gold 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 Sunday, April 3, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

THE SCAVENGER HUNT

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Today, I am thrilled to be hosting Lisa Maxwell! Lisa Maxwell is the author of Sweet Unrest, Gathering Deep, and Unhooked. When she’s not writing books, she’s an English professor at a local college. She lives near DC with her very patient husband and two not-so patient boys.

 

 

UNHOOKED

For as long as she can remember, Gwendolyn Allister has never had a place to call home. unhookedHer mother believes they are being hunted by brutal monsters, and those delusions have brought them to London, far from the life Gwen had finally started to build for herself. Gwen’s only saving grace is that her best friend, Olivia, is with her for the summer.

But shortly after their arrival, the girls are kidnapped by shadowy creatures and dragged to a world of flesh-eating sea hags and dangerous Fey. And Gwen begins to realize that maybe her mother isn’t so crazy after all…

Gwen discovers that this new world she inhabits is called Neverland, but it’s nothing like the Neverland you’ve heard about in stories. Here, good and evil lose their meaning and memories slip like water through your fingers. As Gwen struggles to remember where she came from and tries to find a way home, she must choose between trusting the charming fairy-tale hero who says all the right things and the captivating pirate who promises to keep her safe.

With time running out and her enemies closing in, Gwen is forced to finally face the truths she’s been hiding from all along. But can she save Neverland without losing herself?

 

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT:

When I originally wrote UNHOOKED, it had a series of short “interchapters” that told Rowan’s story before he arrived in Neverland. Those mostly got cut from the final version of the novel, but I’ve decided to put them together and share them for a limited time for the YASH!

Here’s the first couple. Hope you like getting to know Rowan a bit better!

The screaming whine of the train’s brakes jerked him from what little rest he’d had. Hours it had been, far too many hours. But he was right enough, he supposed.

Still groggy, he grabbed for his pack, which he’d tucked beneath him, and picked up the now-rumpled box his mother had sent. Bread—a heavy brown loaf, and newly knitted socks and mittens for the winter ahead. Mothers think of that sort of thing. His father had given him a small flask when his mother wasn’t looking. That was safe in his pack.

Down the narrow aisle, down the folding stairs, and out into the teeming mass of unwashed sweat and heavy soot that was London. Kingsbridge was fine enough, he supposed, but it certainly wasn’t as fine as this. No, this was more than just fine—this was a wonder. He’d never seen such a sight—the towering ceiling of glass that made the whole of the station look like it was capped by the sky. Like God himself deigned to direct the comings and goings of the trains.

Everywhere he looked, the drab Khakis of Tommies milled about, waiting. He had no idea the time—probably quite late considering the delay. But certainly Michael would have waited for him? If not, he had the address that had come with the letter. He’d figure it out.

But before he had to, a familiar voice rang out above the flatly accented voices around him. “Rat!” it called. “Over here!”

He turned toward the sound, not bothered now by the nickname he’d always hated. Happy, perhaps for the first time, to own it.

“Mick?” A Tommy was pushing through the crowd, making his way toward him. He had the face of his brother—or not quite of his brother. His brother wasn’t so lean and angular. Nor were his eyes so hard and creased about the edges. No, this man looked far older than twenty and far more serious than Michael had been in his entire life.

But the soldier smiled, exposing the crooked front tooth that had been loosened in one of their endless bouts and threw an arm around his shoulder and suddenly, all at once, the last eighteen months disappeared, and he found himself in his brother’s arms.

“Dog’s bollocks it’s good to see you, Rat.”

****

The pub wasn’t comfortable, not in the way a pub should be. It didn’t have the warm, worn brokenness of their favorite one back home, but Michael didn’t seem to notice. Hunched over the dark ale, his brother’s bright eyes crinkled at the edges as the others told their stories one by one.

“Fecking Hun didn’t have a bleedin’ chance. Came up over the top and, right then, he met his maker. Right between the eyes he did.” The speaker was a heavy-looking, potato-faced man. His hand was wrapped in a bandage that might once have been white, and his eyes had a wild look about him. But he was funny. Christ, he was funny. He made death sound like a game.

“Was that before or after he shot your finger off, eh?” another man quipped.

The whole table went quiet, suddenly. Like someone had cursed in a church.

“Before,” the potato-faced man said. But he turned into his cup and away after that.

Michael turned to him. “Tell me about Mum. How is she?”

“Worried, like you’d imagine. But she’s proud of you. Tells everyone who will listen and many who won’t how brave her boy is.” He tried to smile, but his face felt stiff.

“Does she, then?” Michael smiled at that. “You’ll give her my love, of course. And thank her for whiskey.”

“That was Da.”

Michael laughed. “Of course it was. And you, Rat, you’re well?”

Well enough he supposed. “It’s strange without you there, you know? It feels like you’ve just gone to town, but then you don’t come back at night. It’s quiet.”

Michael lit himself a cigarette and took a long drag, squinting against the smoke. “All this will be over soon enough. I’ll be home before long.”

“You’d better. I’m tired of picking up the slack for your sorry ass.”

Michael smiled around his cigarette, letting the smoke curl out from his nose as he let out a laugh. “When you put it like that, I think I’ll take my time and stay a bit longer.”

He took a sip of the ale that had long since gone warm from his hands. It was bitter and dry. “What’s it like there, really?” he asked in a hushed voice. He’d heard so many stories. Amazing stories.

The smile dropped from Michael’s face—just for a second. But then it was back, the crooked tooth winking at him in the dim light. “It’s like nothing you can believe, Rat.”

He heard the words, drank up the tales, but never saw that his brother’s eyes weren’t laughing. It was like they’d forgotten how.

****

The day had turned cold and wet as he trudged through the crowded London streets.

“Son?” A voice called out behind him. “You there!”

He turned, cautious, pulling his sack closer. His train left in two hours. He couldn’t be late. “Yeah?”

The woman who bustled up to him was short and square, and clad in a dark overcoat that made her look half in mourning. Her graying hair was pulled back away from her face in a tight knot at the back of her head, and her hat had wilted in the moist air. “I’ve something for you.”

“I’m sorry?” He didn’t recognize the woman. Didn’t know anyone, save Michael, in London.

She pulled from her pocket a single, white plume and handed it to him, her eyes filled with the scorn. “Here’s a gift for a brave soldier.” And then, without another word, she walked away.

He looked down at the downy white bit of fluff in his hands. Soft between his fingers as he felt. Useless, like he was.

He tucked the feather into his pocket and started walking.

If you’d like to read more of Rowan’s backstory, you can find the rest of Rowan’s story at http://www.lisa-maxwell.com/yashcontent/  You’ll need to use the password YASH to access the content!

Are you as intrigued by this book as me? You can buy it here!

Follow Lisa on Twitter and Facebook!

MY FAVORITE NUMBER…

 Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Lisa Maxwell, and more! To enter, you need to know that I wish I had met Lisa FOUR years ago, but the truth is, it’s only been a couple years. Because FOUR is such a nice number, isn’t it? In fact, it is my very favorite number. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the Gold team and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
BONUS GIVEAWAY 
Before you go, be sure to enter my bonus giveaway! In celebration of my upcoming thriller, THE DARKEST LIE, I  am giving away a prize pack of FOUR of my favorite YA contemporary thrillers (because, again, isn’t FOUR such a nice number?)
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This prize pack includes:
LIES I TOLD, by Michelle Zink
SIX MONTHS LATER, by Natalie Richards
FIND ME, by Romily Bernard
FROM WHERE I WATCH YOU, by Shannon Grogan
If you haven’t read these four books, YOU SHOULD. And what better time to start than now? This contest is U.S. only and will run during the same time as the YASH competition, which mean it will end on Sunday, April 3, at noon Pacific time.

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CONTINUE THE HUNT
 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author on Team Gold, Heather Young-Nichols!
HAPPY HUNTING, AND THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!

THE DARKEST LIE Excerpt & Giveaways!

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I’m so excited about my upcoming YA thriller, THE DARKEST LIE! Check out the book below, along with the teaser excerpt, and be sure to enter the TWO giveaways! I’ll be giving away a five-pack of books, which include my favorite YA contemporary thrillers, along with FORGET TOMORROW. Kensington books is also giving away 5 ARCs in a Goodreads giveaway!

The Darkest Lie | JenHalliganPR.comTHE DARKEST LIE
by Pintip Dunn
Publisher: Kensington Publishing
Release Date: June 28, 2016

“The mother I knew would never do those things.

But maybe I never knew her after all.”

Clothes, jokes, coded messages…Cecilia Brooks and her mom shared everything. At least, CeCe thought they did. Six months ago, her mom killed herself after accusations of having sex with a student, and CeCe’s been the subject of whispers and taunts ever since. Now, at the start of her high school senior year, between dealing with her grieving, distracted father, and the social nightmare that has become her life, CeCe just wants to fly under the radar. Instead, she’s volunteering at the school’s crisis hotline—the same place her mother worked.

As she counsels troubled strangers, CeCe’s lingering suspicions about her mom’s death surface. With the help of Sam, a new student and newspaper intern, she starts to piece together fragmented clues that point to a twisted secret at the heart of her community. Soon, finding the truth isn’t just a matter of restoring her mother’s reputation, it’s about saving lives—including CeCe’s own…

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“This one will tug your heart and leave you breathless!”
–Natalie D. Richards, author of Six Months Later

Excerpt from THE DARKEST LIE

It’s time to view the body. Family first.

Well, technically, me first. There was always only three of us in the nuclear unit, and Dad’s been locked in the den for the past seventy-two hours. I’ve only seen him once, when he shuffled upstairs like a pajama-clad zombie and asked me if I’d eaten.

That was it: Did you eat?

Not: I prefer the cherry wood casket. Or: Let me make your grandma’s travel arrangements. Or even: I know this was Mom’s favorite dress, but isn’t the neckline a little…low?

Did I eat?

Yes, Dad. I had soup from the can and microwaved pizza rolls and a bowl of cereal. The food sloshes in my stomach now as I walk down the runner to the casket I picked out because of its mauve tint.

Calla lilies pile in urns around the viewing room, and the air-conditioning wars with the sweat along my hairline. My mom smiles at me from a portrait erected behind the casket. Her eyes are hesitant and a little wary, as if she knew, somehow, some way, she would wind up here. Lifeless. Pumped full of formaldehyde. About to be gawked at by a town full of gossips.

This was only going to end one of two ways—with Tabitha Brooks dead or in jail. I never thought I’d say this, but I’d give anything to see my mother behind bars.

I wade through the dense, chilly air and stop a few feet from the body. Behind me, my grandmother and aunt sit, a box of tissues between them, blowing their noses like it’s a sport.

“Look at our Cecilia,” Gram sniffs. “So brave. Not a single tear shed.”

If she only knew. I’m not brave. Fifteen minutes ago, I was retching into the toilet bowl. Five minutes from now, when the doors open for the visitation, I’ll be long gone, leaving Gram to shake people’s hands and deal with the bit lips, the knowing eyebrows, that inevitable speaking-in-a-funeral-parlor whisper. I can hear the titters: “Is it true? Tabitha’s heart stopped while she was boffing the high school quarterback? Why, she must’ve been twenty years his senior!”

Twenty-three years, to be exact, and a high school English teacher to boot. But she didn’t actually die during sex. Instead, a few days after Tommy Farrow came forward with their affair, my mother took her own life.

What could be a clearer admission of guilt? She might as well have been caught in the act. The investigation was shut down before it even began.

I take a shuddering breath. Two more minutes. A hundred and twenty seconds and then I can leave. I steel my shoulders and walk the final steps to my mother’s body.

Oh god. It’s even worse than I thought.

The room whirls around me, and nausea sprints up my throat. My hands shoot out to grab the casket, stopping short of actually touching the corpse.

This . . . this thing . . . can’t be my mother. She never smiled like that, all serene and peaceful-like. She never wore this much makeup; her red hair was never chopped so closely to her head. My mother was chaos and passion, devastation and joy. Dad used to say you could reach deep into her eyes and pull out a song.

Well, her eyes are closed now, and I’m not sure there’ll be any music in my life, ever again.

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Pintip Dunn | JenHalliganPR.comAbout the Author

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Pintip Dunn graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B. in English Literature and Language. She received her J.D. at Yale Law School, where she was an editor of the YALE LAW JOURNAL. She also published an article in the YALE LAW JOURNAL, entitled, “How Judges Overrule: Speech Act Theory and the Doctrine of Stare Decisis,”

Pintip is represented by literary agent Beth Miller of Writers House. She is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart® finalist and a 2014 double-finalist. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Washington Romance Writers, YARWA, and The Golden Network.

She lives with her husband and children in Maryland. You can learn more about Pintip and her books at www.pintipdunn.com.

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