YA Scavenger Hunt – Spring 2017!

YASH Blue Spring 2017

Welcome to the YA Scavenger Hunt! I’m Pintip Dunn, the New York Times bestselling GIRL ON THE VERGE - hi resauthor of the FORGET TOMORROW series, THE DARKEST LIE, and the upcoming GIRL ON THE VERGE, and I am your hostess for this stop of 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 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 6 days!

 Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are FIVE contests blue-teamgoing on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the BLUE TEAM — but there is also a red team, a gold team, a pink team, and a purple 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 blue 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 9, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

THE SCAVENGER HUNT
Mindy McGinnis

Today, I am thrilled to be hosting Mindy McGinnis! Mindy writes across many genres. Her debut, NOT A DROP TO DRINK, a post-apocalyptic survival story set in a world with very little freshwater, with a companion novel, IN A HANDFUL OF DUST that released in 2014. Her Gothic historical thriller, A MADNESS SO DISCREET won the Edgar Award in 2015. Her newest release, THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES is available now!

GIVEN TO THE SEA
Give to the Sea

Kings and Queens rise and fall, loyalties collide, and romance blooms in a world where the sea is rising—and cannot be escaped.

Khosa is Given to the Sea, a girl born to be fed to the water, her flesh preventing a wave like the one that destroyed the Kingdom of Stille in days of old. But before she’s allowed to dancean uncontrollable twitching of the limbs that will carry her to the shore in a frenzy—she must produce an heir. Yet the thought of human touch sends shudders down her spine that not even the sound of the tide can match.

Vincent is third in line to inherit his throne, royalty in a kingdom where the old linger and the young inherit only boredom. When Khosa arrives without an heir he knows his father will ensure she fulfills her duty, at whatever cost. Torn between protecting the throne he will someday fill, and the girl whose fate is tied to its very existence, Vincent’s loyalty is at odds with his heart.

Dara and Donil are the last of the Indiri, a native race whose dwindling magic grows weaker as the island country fades. Animals cease to bear young, creatures of the sea take to the land, and the Pietra—fierce fighters who destroyed the Indiri a generation before—are now marching from their stony shores for the twin’s adopted homeland, Stille.

Witt leads the Pietra, their army the only family he has ever known. The stone shores harbor a secret, a growing threat that will envelop the entire land—and he will conquer every speck of soil to ensure the survival of his people.

The tides are turning in Stille, where royals scheme, Pietrans march, and the rising sea calls for its Given.

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT
We are in for a special treat! As her exclusive content, Mindy has made us a video all about GIVEN TO THE SEA!

Are you as intrigued by GIVEN TO THE SEA as I am? You can buy it here!

You can learn more about Mindy on her website. Follow her 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, Mindy McGinnis, and more! To enter, you need to know that this is my FOURTH time participating in the YA Scavenger Hunt. 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 BLUE team and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

BONUS GIVEAWAY 
Forget Tomorrow seriesBefore you go, be sure to enter my bonus giveaway! I am giving away a hardcover of my New York Times bestselling novel, FORGET TOMORROW, as well as a hardcover of the second book in the series, REMEMBER YESTERDAY, and a paperback of the prequel novella, BEFORE TOMORROW.
This contest is open internationally and will run during the same time as the YASH competition.

Enter now: a Rafflecopter giveaway

CONTINUE THE HUNT
 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author on Team Blue, Patty Blount!

P2: Middle Grade Science Fiction: INTERGALACTIC BACKPACK

Peanut Brittle

Title: Intergalactic Backpack

Age Category: Middle Grade

Genre: Science Fiction

Word Count: 45,000

Pitch: Epson’s never liked tests. Or stress. Or people, really. When an evil alien shows up in his backpack, Epson must face his fears and pass three deadly challenges to prove that humankind deserves to exist.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

“You stink.”

It was my first day of middle school, and my backpack wouldn’t stop insulting me.

Okay. I know. A talking backpack?

But, yeah. A talking backpack.

It was on the floor beneath my desk, face down. I wished it would shut up.

“Maybe odor and intellect are related in humans. Your tiny brain has to use more energy to conjure even the weakest thought, thus expelling copious amounts of burn-off in the form of sweat and pungent gases.”

I wanted to ignore him. That should’ve been easy since I didn’t understand half the words he said. His smug voice was so annoying, though, like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.

I shifted in my plastic chair and tried to listen to my teacher. There was nothing about Mr. Mattock or his classroom that was like elementary school. No warm-and-fuzzy stuff on the walls, no student artwork tacked up. Just four straight rows of desks, twelve deep. It smelled like a hospital and felt like a prison.

Mr. Mattock had already told us in his booming voice that he wasn’t one for “tomfoolery” or “monkey-business.” Yep. This guy didn’t have one chill bone in his whole body.

“The fumes are centralized in your armpits,” my backpack continued. “You slopped on gallons of that antiperspirant and it’s not working at all. Fun fact: You smell so bad because you’re issuing an apocrine sweat, easily categorized due to its location and foul odor.”

“That is a fun fact,” I muttered. What a jerk.

 

 

P3: Young Adult Fantasy LGBT #ownvoices: FOUR MEETS FORTUNE

Peanut Brittle

Title: Four Meets Fortune

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Fantasy LGBT #ownvoices

Word Count: 109,000

Pitch: OCEAN’S ELEVEN meets all-girl crew when Zoya ransoms a princess to exact vengeance on her parents’ killer. But if she doesn’t find the traitor in her gang, she’ll be the one to pay–with her life.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

This morning would probably end with the Royal Accountant dead somewhere.

That was how things usually turned out.

Kaia’s gut churned with adrenaline as she waited for her mark to fall into the trap.

The streets of Barvikha smelled like the underbelly of a fairytale – curdled milk in a crystal goblet, rotten candy apples sitting on a witch’s palm, wicked monsters lurking in the shadows.

And the girl with a heart-shaped eyepatch turning the corner of Andorra’s Church was just another one of those monsters bred in this city.

Zoya Mendeval, her partner. Kaia caught her eye and flicked her hand twice. The accountant is two steps behind you. Backtrack.

Zoya pivoted – and ran right into the woman they were about to fleece.

Miss Rhysa Llewelyn tipped forward, her feathered hat sliding off her curly swath of brown hair. “Watch where you’re going, crip!”

Zoya, the she-devil in question, raised her brows but didn’t drop the façade. “I’m sorry,” she babbled, brushing her fingers over Rhysa’s shoulder to distract from the other hand that picked a gilded key from her coat pocket. “I’m just so clumsy, you know? It makes for bad luck on the streets.”

Kaia leaned against the dank stone wall, grinning.

Zoya pulled at her eyepatch band, drawing Rhysa’s attention to the heart shape; her other eye glinted like the shiny edge of a whetted blade.

The woman’s face slackened and she rasped, “Oh, but you’re…you’re the Blackhearts’ gang leader. The Queen of Hearts.”

Well, shit.

P4: Young Adult Contemporary LGBT #ownvoices: THINGS WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW

Peanut Brittle

Title: Things We Weren’t Supposed To Know

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Contemporary LGBT #ownvoices

Word Count: 64,000

Pitch: To fight their boarding school’s book ban, rich-girl Elspeth and scholarship-girl Robin run an underground library. After the school’s librarian is murdered, the girls must figure out what Holmes Academy is hiding other than novels.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

As of today I’m a co-conspirator. Is First Year Student Representative a position of power? I don’t know, but if it is, I’m using it to further my own nefarious purposes. With my track record, that’s how I imagine my parents would see it. I’m sure the Holmes Academy Board of Trustees would.

My parents started this, and they forced my hand by bringing Holmes into it. If there are two people better equipped to raise a liar than my parents, I’d like to hear about them. They could train spies for the CIA. “Smile and hold the knife behind your back.” That would be our family motto. My mother and father would love that, actually.

A Fairfax never loses. A Fairfax always comes out on top. So really, I am only doing what they taught me to do.

There’s never anyone in the library on a Saturday night. Tonight is no different. Robin is behind the desk and looks to her right when she sees me. I follow her eyes and see another student. What are the odds? The girl’s got her earbuds in and is watching something on her laptop. I can’t imagine a reason why she would come to the library when she could do the same thing in the comfort of her dorm room.

When I get to the counter, Robin bites the side of her thumb but won’t take her eyes off the student behind me.

“Hi,” she says.

“Ready to do this?”

 

P5: Young Adult Fantasy: NIGHTBRINGER

Peanut Brittle

Title: Nightbringer

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Fantasy

Word Count: 95,000

Pitch: A government backed by fear and sunlight. A rebellion born from unrest and shadows. Avery, a girl who can create night, must control her ability to protect her people–or watch her stars burn out.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

Night would never come.

It was 1:32AM, but sunlight cloaked the ocean in a white shine. I could find countless reasons to march across the hot sand and go home, but there was one reason to stay–and one reason was enough. I had to see the stars.

So I dove.

Lukewarm water made my nerves crackle. I swam until my lungs threatened to pop, until my vision was black. I kicked and pulled until the sand shelf dropped away. When I could see blue on all sides, I surfaced. A wave gathered, lifted me, and rolled past.

Light refracted in the cerulean water, distorting my legs. I tightened the knot on my bikini top and scanned the shore. Empty still. Good.

I filled my lungs, inverted myself, and swam down until the water’s weight pressed on my ears. Cheeks puffed, I looked around. A big-eyed fish gaped at me and beat its fins back and forth. Assured that I was alone, I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my chosen memory.

It was of the first time I created night. My sister had been in the room when the blanket of navy spilled from my hands. She’d shouted for me to stop–they might see–but I’d been too enthralled by the blinking stars to hear her.

Stars. I had never seen them before that day. Only the red sun.

I peeked at my upturned palms. Darkness gathered among my fingers, then unraveled and bloomed into the blue.

P6: Young Adult Contemporary: YOUR HOUSE, MY RULES

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Title: Your House, My Rules

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Contemporary

Word Count: 84,000

Pitch: Orphan Alexia spends her life going from one “fresh start” to another. When she meets the too-good-to-be-true Gems, can she stop running from her past long enough to build a future with a forever family?

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

There are a lot of ways to put your world back together after it falls apart. You can sew the frayed seams so it regains its shape. You can flip a switch to restore the gravity. You can even plug each hole and seal every crevice. Do whatever you want – it won’t matter. There’s nothing you’ll be able to do about the scars. They’ll swell past facades and crack masks, a constant pain you can’t kill or escape.

Unless you’re me.

“What do you think she wants?” Jamie asked, pacing the length of our room as I stood by the door.

I shrugged. “Maybe she wants to give me a million dollars and an all-expenses-paid trip around the world.” My friend rolled his eyes like I wasn’t taking this seriously and paced faster. I tried again. “Or, maybe –”

“Maybe she wants to send you away again,” Nate interrupted, arms crossed.

The three of us stared at each other, silent. I glanced between them, past what everyone else saw. Because when I looked at Nate, I didn’t see a broken boy who lived at the bottom of a bottle, and when I looked at Jamie, I didn’t see a walking rap-sheet, either. I saw my two brothers I would literally die for, even though they weren’t really my brothers. Just like this room wasn’t really ours, and this house wasn’t really our home.

“Yeah,” I said softly, “maybe that.”

P7: Young Adult Contemporary #ownvoices: FOR WHATEVER WE LOSE

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Title: For Whatever We Lose

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Contemporary #ownvoices

Word Count: 65,000

Pitch:

Day one: they leave Miami.

Day three: the ship stalls as a hurricane approaches.

Day five…all hell breaks loose.

Diverse Breakfast Club meets Titanic when high school students’ dream trip turns nightmarish.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

“Did you pack your medicine, mija?”

Alex’s palms itched with sweat, and she rubbed them on her shorts. Did she unplug her flat iron? Did she pack enough underwear? Did she lock her bedroom door? Why hadn’t she heard from Miles yet? Did he get her last eight texts? Maybe he got into an accident. Maybe the trip had even been cancelled.

“Alexandra, I asked you a question,” her abuela trilled through the car’s speakerphone, tongue thick with a Cuban accent.

“Si, Abuelita. The medicine is in my bags.” She probably missed her trip. Now she’d never get the scholarship. She plucked a few white threads from the rip in her fraying shorts and wound them tightly around her fingertip until it plumped and reddened. Wincing at the pain, she yanked the threads tighter.

Her abuela sighed. “Nina, did you check?”

After a few seconds of silence punctuated by static, Alex nudged her sister’s arm.

Nina pulled to a stop at the red light. “No,” she said, smacking her gum and picking up her phone. She updated her Instagram with a quick selfie—all cleavage and duck face. “Pero I made sure she packed tons of condoms.”

Alex shrank into the passenger seat, her ears reddening, and mouthed, “I’m going to murder you.”

“¿Como?” Abuela’s voice curled up at the end.

“Bottoms, Abuelita. You know, for her bikinis?”