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! On 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 120 hours!
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 PURPLE TEAM--but there is also a red team, a gold team, a green team, a blue team, and a pink 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 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 DATE, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
Today, I am hosting Pintip Dunn on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt!
Pintip Dunn is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fiction. She graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B., and received her J.D. at Yale Law School.
Pintip’s novel FORGET TOMORROW won the 2016 RWA RITA® for Best First Book, and SEIZE TODAY won the 2018 RITA for Best Young Adult Romance. Her books have been translated into four languages, and they have been nominated for the following awards: the Grand Prix de l’Imaginaire; the Japanese Sakura Medal; the MASL Truman Award; the Tome Society It list; and the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award. Her other titles include REMEMBER YESTERDAY, THE DARKEST LIE, GIRL ON THE VERGE, STAR-CROSSED, and the upcoming MALICE.
Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book here! >>
What I know: a student in my school will one day wipe out two-thirds of the population with a virus.
What I don’t know: who it is.
In a race against the clock, I not only have to figure out their identity, but I'll have to outwit a voice from the future telling me to kill them. Because I'm starting to realize no one is telling the truth. But how can I play chess with someone who already knows the outcome of my every move? Someone so filled with malice she's lost all hope in humanity? Well, I'll just have to find a way―because now she's drawn a target on the only boy I've ever loved...
Thanks to Pintip, she has given us a special exclusive view of the FIRST CHAPTER of Malice!! That no other readers have seen yet!
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A streak of electricity zaps across my head.
My eyes pop open. What was that? I swear I felt my brain short-circuiting.
Cautiously, I glance around. A couple of my classmates are biting into fat, foil-wrapped burritos, and a girl with a feather tattoo is stretched on the lawn, using her girlfriend's stomach as a pillow. A group of guys throw a basketball around on the court, and Lalana leans back on her elbows, studying the cloud formations in the sky.
Not a single one looks at me. Clearly, no puff of smoke billows around my head.
Okay, then. I was probably just imagining it. Lack of sleep and too much fatigue from carving all those veggies. That combo's enough to make anybody hallucinate.
Giving my head a firm shake, I start walking once more.
Again. My breath hitches.
The synapses inside my brain sizzle, as though they're being held over an open fire. I grab my temples between my hands, but it doesn't help. The pain intensifies, as though someone is slowly bringing my brains to a boil.
My vision blurs, and I lurch behind a tree, dropping to my knees on the ground. A muffled voice rumbles. I don't pay attention. I have more pressing concerns, such as keeping the brains inside my skull and the lunch inside my belly. The voice rumbles louder. OH, STARS. Can't you see a girl is dying here? Go. Away.
“Maybe I would if you would listen a moment,” the voice snaps, much clearer this time.
What? Disoriented, I look up. But there's no one around other than a butterfly flitting by my head.
“I'm in here, Malice,” the Voice says, as though I'm a wayward two year old. “In your head."
The pain dials back a notch, but my stomach is still swirling with nausea. Malice? Did the voice just call me Malice? That can’t be right. The evilest thing Alice Sherman does is make sure her brother’s fed.
“Listen up,” the Voice barks. She sounds female, but I can't tell if she’s young or old. “Do you want this pain to stop?”
The flames roar back, burning even hotter. “Yes!” I screech. “Oh, yes. Please. Take it away. I’ll do anything.”
The pain shuts off like a door being slammed. I collapse against the tree trunk, panting, and the Voice charges forward. “Good. I’ll go away, once and for all. You just have to do one thing for me.” She pauses, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s for dramatic effect. “Tell Bandit that you love him.”
“Huh?” The electricity must’ve fried my hearing. “Who?”
“Bandit,” the Voice bites out. “You know. The Thai boy playing basketball across the field?”
Pushing myself off the tree, I peer around the trunk. Across the courtyard, an Asian guy with electric blue hair raises his hands to shoot the ball, and his shirt rides up, revealing nicely defined muscles.
That’s right. Now that I can string two brain cells together, I know exactly who she means. Bandit Sakda. We don’t travel in the same circles, but his reputation precedes him—as smart as he is aloof.
I should know. We had Visual Studies together a couple years ago. The one—and only—time I tried to talk to him, I complimented him on a photo he’d taken of an older woman holding a garland of jasmine and roses. Instead of responding, he just pressed his lips together and turned away.
Okay, then. Clearly, Bandit’s not the type to indulge in friendly conversation—or even basic politeness.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I sputter. “I don’t even know him! I’m not about to profess my love to him.”
The Voice sighs. “Yes, actually. You are.”
The sharpest, most intense lightning bolt yet sears my brain. The world fractures into a dozen glowing stars, each one bigger and brighter than the last.
When I can see again, my heart rate has tripled and I'm heaving at the air. Message received. Guess I’m going to confess my infatuation to a stranger.
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And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, Kristi Helvig, and more! >> To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 3. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the purple team and you'll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
CONTINUE THE HUNT
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author >> Carly Marino!
