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I’m Dhonielle Clayton, co-author of Tiny Pretty Things and Shiny Broken Piecesauthor of the forthcoming fantasy The Belles, as well as the co-founder of CAKE Literary. 

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 72 hours!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt.

There are FIVE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PINK TEAM — but there is also a red team, a gold team, a blue team, and a purple team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

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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.

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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 9th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

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FAYE BIRD

Today, I am hosting the lovely FAYE BIRD on my website for the 2017 SPRING YA Scavenger Hunt! I’ve read her exclusive content 26 times — that’s right, 26 times — because it is so great!

Faye Bird worked as a literary agent representing film and television screenwriters before becoming a writer herself. She is the author of My Second Life and What I Couldn’t Tell You. She lives in London with her husband, two children and two cats.

Find out more about her here: https://fayebirdauthor.com/

ABOUT THE BOOK

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Fifteen-year old Ana struggles to live a normal life as she becomes bombarded by memories of her previous life as Emma. The worst memories are of a little girl lying dead in the water: is she somehow responsible? Consumed by feelings of guilt, Ana decides she will do anything to uncover the past and find out the truth of what it is she did when she was Emma.

MY SECOND LIFE By Faye Bird

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We took a picnic the day we went to Sonning. I must have been about 5 or 6. Rachel drove us out of London. I had new wellies. They were a birthday present from Grillie. They were red and shiny and I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was the first day I wore them out. I stepped around the puddles that day. I didn’t want my wellies to lose the shine.

We had a picnic, a rug, and some towels.

“In case you want to paddle in the river,” Rachel had said. “We’ll picnic by the bridge,” she’d said. “The water is shallower by the bridge.”

Except we didn’t picnic. We walked and we walked and we picked blackberries off of the hedgerows and my fingers went black with the inky juice. It stained my hands. I remember the taste on my fingers, as I tried to lick them clean; sweet and bitter.

And that was when I first saw it – the river running into the lock – and I’d never seen a river running into a lock before. And I didn’t like it. I knew I didn’t like it. The swelling water rushing loudly on one side and standing utterly still on the other. I felt myself go cold. My skin tightened. All over. And goose bumps made the fine hairs on my pale arms rise up towards the sky, as if in prayer.

Rachel was ahead of me, still picking through the bushes as she went. I stopped walking and held the plastic bag of berries tightly in my hand. I didn’t want to drop them. I remember that. And my grip on the bag became so tight that I could feel my fingernails sharp in my palm, pressing the skin until it hurt.

I howled.

When I heard the sound I made I thought it had come from somewhere else, not from me. It was so loud and rounded and full of such pain. I didn’t know a person could make that kind of a noise.

Rachel immediately turned, to find me.

‘Ana? Are you OK? What happened?’

I was rigid, transfixed by the water swirling against the sluice gates. There was a pressure in my forehead, as if I was pushing my whole head hard against a brick wall. Rachel started to run towards me.

‘What’s happened? Ana? Are you OK?’

‘It’s Catherine,’ I said.

‘What?’

‘Catherine!’

Rachel bent down to look me in the face. ‘What do you mean? What is it?’

‘It’s Catherine!’ I screamed, and I pointed at the lock. ‘Can’t you see?’

‘Catherine?’

‘She’s in the water!’ I screamed again.

‘Where?’ Rachel looked all around, holding onto me as she did. ‘Ana, there isn’t anyone in the water.’

‘I didn’t mean it,’ I said. ‘I didn’t mean it…’ I was crying now.

‘We need to go,’ said Rachel standing up, tall, strong. ‘We need to go right now,’ and she took my blackened hand and we walked back to the car and as we did the pressure loosened around my head, and around my eyes and my mouth. 

 

Rachel drove me home, and put me straight into a warm bath. She never spoke of that day again, and neither did I. Not ever. But that didn’t mean I’d forgotten it. The memory of it has always been with me. It’s still with me now.

 

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And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Faye Bird, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 26! Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the pink team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

CONTINUE THE HUNT

 

Ready to move onto the next part of the scavenger hunt?
 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author: Tera Lynn Childs!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Faye Bird worked as a literary agent representing film and television screenwriters before becoming a writer herself. She is the author of My Second Life and What I Couldn’t Tell You. She lives in London with her husband, two children and two cats.
 
 
 

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Welcome to the Spring 2016 YA Scavenger Hunt!

I’m Sona Charaipotra, co-author of Tiny Pretty Things and Shiny Broken Pieces, as well as the co-founder of CAKE Literary. 

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 72 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 GREEN TEAM — but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a blue team, and a purple team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

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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.

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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 5th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

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EXCLUSIVE CONTENT
 
Today, I am hosting the lovely LISA AMOWITZ on my website for the 2016 FALL YA Scavenger Hunt! I’ve already met Lisa 5 times — that’s right 5 times! — and counting. 
Lisa is sharing with a super-fun shopping guide for her novel Until Beth! Check it out on Pinterest here

She’s also giving us a sneak peek at the (usually secret!) mood board for her current WIP, The AbsurdistsTake a look quick, it may go back to being hidden any second!

The awesome Lisa is also a graphic designer who’s done a lot of YA book covers (including some of her own!). You can find out more about her on her website, LisaAmowitz.com, or find her on Twitter or Facebook

Buy Until Beth here.
 
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Talented rock guitarist Beth Collins has been barely holding herself together for months, ever since her boyfriend and bandmate became the latest victim in a string of suspicious disappearances. When her brother is injured an accident and she sees something dark billowing around him as he hovers close to death, she’s convinced her sanity is collapsing for good.

Then she’s accepted by a boarding school for the musically gifted. All of her new friends are bursting withtalent, but they’re also keeping secrets. Can she trust Vincent, who’s so sweet that his very touch makes her fears melt away? Or Xavier, who’s trying to tell her something but is hiding even more?

And will anyone be safe when her true Talent comes out?

 
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And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Lisa Amowitz, and more! To enter, you need to know that my number is 5! Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the gold team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize.

CONTINUE THE HUNT
Ready to move onto the next part of the scavenger hunt?
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author: Paula Stokes!

If you want ballerina swag, leave a comment to let us know your favorite ballet, and ballerina and where you’re from. We’ll randomly pick a comment and reach out to send you something awesome!

And thank you, readers, for playing! Happy hunting! 

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Welcome to the Spring 2016 YA Scavenger Hunt!

I’m Dhonielle Clayton, co-author of Tiny Pretty Things and Shiny Broken Pieces, as well as author of The Belles (Winter 2017 from Disney/Hyperion). 

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 72 hours!

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 red team, a green team, an orange team, a silver team, a blue team, a teal team, a purple team, and a pink team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

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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.

YASH GOLD TEAM SPRING 2016

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 5th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

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Today, I am hosting the Heather Young-Nichols on my website for the 2016 Spring YA Scavenger Hunt! Heather told me she has 13 gnomes harassing her garden. 
 
Heather Young-Nichols has been writing since she was little. After a life hiatus from all things fun, she returned in full force and hasn’t stopped since. It’s unusual to find her without her computer, a book or her kindle unless she’s spending time with her family. And the real fun comes out during baseball season. Then, all bets are off. Heather grew up in Saginaw, Michigan and graduated from Saginaw Valley State University with a degree in Sociology. Although she’s currently living in the country, she’s always been more of a city girl.
 

Find out more information by finding Heather on the web and social media:

 
 
Buy GROUNDED here.
 
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Alyssum Bracken sets out in search of Jensen Burkhardt…

After a longtime feud over copper between the Gremalian and the Gobel races, she hopes he has inherited his father’s legendary abilities as tensions rise to a breaking point. But when she finds him in faraway New York, Alyssum discovers she didn’t reach the handsome gremlin first. Aric, a rival goblin, is already ensconced in Jensen’s life.

However, Aric Bramble isn’t the enemy…

Courageously risking exile to save both races from a bloody war, the unlikely trio decide to work together. A forbidden friendship with Aric, a first love with the noble Jensen, while juggling her father, their leader, the prejudice of her people against the Gobel—and Aric’s people trying to kill them all—might be too much for Alyssum to handle.

Jensen’s strength is the one thing keeping Alyssum grounded, but will their relationship be threatened by her friendship with Aric? Will any of them even survive the coming conflict?

Alyssum isn’t sure…but she’s going to try.

 
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Before Alyssum Comes to Town

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Since it was Sunday, no customers would be into the shop to pick up or drop off any cars, so we used the time to clear up some of the backlog and get the shop presentable. I mean, yeah, it’s a dirty place to be but everything didn’t need to be covered with a thick coat of grease. Customers would lose their shit if you got a smudge of grease on their car and I didn’t blame them. It was damn hard to get it out of the upholstery.

“Hey, Dad, can I ask you a question?” I didn’t want to get anywhere near the topic. I had to because I couldn’t keep ignoring what was going on because it wasn’t working but it wasn’t something I thought I’d ever talk to my dad about.

I was adopted by my parents when I was a baby. Apparently my birth parents died in a car accident. This wasn’t something my parents probably thought would ever be coming out of my mouth and honestly, I’d gone more than twenty years without this even being a question.

“Course, son. Anything.”

He looked at me. I caught it out of the corner of my eye. I did not look at him. That kind of discomfort had never been a part of my life where my parents were concerned. I didn’t get nervous to talk to them even when I already knew what their reaction would be. Even with Mom. She pretty much hated that I tended to overshare with them.

“Have you…” So much harder than I thought it’d be. Who was I kidding? It was exactly how hard I thought it’d be. “Have you ever questioned that you wanted to be with Mom?”

My tool box was in pretty decent shape and yet I still focused on putting everything in order.

“Come again?” Yeah, I had nothing so that’s exactly what I said. Nothing. “I haven’t regretted marrying your mom, if that’s what you’re asking.”

It wasn’t. And I still didn’t look over even after he stopped spraying down the garage floor because the wrench in my hands had become very interesting.

The water stopped and he turned back toward me.

“What are you asking, Jensen?” He knew. I knew he knew by the sound of his voice but he was going to make me say it just in case he was wrong but he wasn’t wrong. I was losing my fucking mind.

That wrench hit the tool box harder than I meant it to but there was another right there on the bench to keep me busy.

“I mean…” Dear god I felt like I was fourteen years old being told how to use a condom. Yup, that happened. Dad said he’d thought I’d need the information in the very near future. It was another year before I used it. “I mean…you know, that you like girls.”

Dad’s breath caught. My ears burned. Guys figured this stuff out by themselves all the time. Why in the hell did I think I needed to be any different? The words should never have left my mouth.

“No, Jensen.” He drew in a deep breath. “Is that a concern?” I shrugged. He leaned back against the bench in the next bay. “Well, I can honestly say this isn’t something I’ve ever thought about with you. But…you’re mother and I love you no matter what.”

“I know.”

“So, what’s going on that brings this up?”

Trying to figure out what to say so that you don’t freak anybody out is the worst. So instead I decided to skip any further discussion. Dad got it, clapped a hand on my shoulder with a squeeze then headed into the office to do paperwork. That’s the thing about Dad. He knew when to push and when to back off.

I left pretty much right away with a quick bye, intending to head home. Instead I took the bike out for a nice long ride. Even still, eventually I had to go home.

As I got out of the shower, there was a knock on my door. Not thinking about it, I went to answer it with just a towel wrapped around my hips. Before my hand grabbed the doorknob, the hair on my arms stood up and there was a prickling up the back of my neck. What the fuck? Did I want it to be him? I didn’t even know anymore. I ripped the door open with more force than was really necessary. It was him.

“Hey, I’ve been pounding for like five.” Aric was laid-back, looking completely casual in faded blue jeans and black t-shirt. Why the fuck was I noticing that?

“Sorry. Shower.” Obviously. Dickhead. Me not him.

“I thought I’d see if you’re going to watch the game tonight.” His eyes narrowed on me. Was I supposed to invite him in?

“Nah,” I was but not after that question. “Going out tonight.”

“That’s cool. See you at work tomorrow?”

I nodded and shut the door. Didn’t even say good-bye. My fingers rake over my face because I’m a guy and we don’t care if we say good-bye. Christ. I decided I was in fact going out. And finding Britney. She always provided a nice distraction.

It worked for a while. A few hours with Britney, a hot redhead I graduated with, and Aric didn’t cross my mind. At least until I got into work the next morning. I tried; I really did, to work as if everything was normal. He toiled away in the next bay and I kept to myself as long as I could. Once the truck I’d replaced the transmission on was done and sitting out waiting for pick up, I headed in, just to get away from him.

Not once in my life had I even considered that I was anything but supremely heterosexual but whatever being near Aric was doing to me had me asking myself things like never before. And it was pissing me off. Dad stood at the counter filling out an order invoice but glanced up quickly when I came in. I may have been a little aggressive.

“Hey, can I get the rest of the day off?”

He didn’t even look up at me. “Nope.”

“Come on. I finished the truck. There’s nothing else.”

“Are you sick?” I didn’t answer because I wasn’t. “Do have an appointment?” Again no. “Then there’s you’re answer.”

“Dad, seriously. I bust my ass around here and at your place. I deserve a day off.”

He stopped, pushing the papers into a pile. “It’s Aric, isn’t it?”

“What’s Aric?” I knew what he was talking about but did not want to address it head on like this.

Dad shifted uncomfortably. “What we talked about yesterday.”

“I just don’t want to work with him anymore. We don’t need him around here. I’ll work extra.”

“Really, the kid who just wanted to leave early is going to take on extra hours. I don’t think so.”

Now he was pissing me off. Gripping the edge of the counter behind me, I leaned even harder against it. And yet, I had to fight a laugh once I figured out he was messing with me. I knew he was by the way he bit the inside of his cheek to keep that stupid smile off his face. I did the same thing and shook my head.

“He’d make an excellent son-in-law. And you guys could adopt so you’re mother won’t have to miss out on being a grandmother.”

Fucker.

When he started to turn his attention back to the papers, we were both surprised to see a small blonde standing in the room. I didn’t hear her come in and I started to worry how much of that she heard. She was so small. I could’ve just picked her up and put her in my pocket. And she was hot with curves in all the right places. Perfectly proportioned, too. Not a fake thing about her.

“Hey, young lady, what can we do for you?” Dad said he was a big hit with the ladies in his day. A direct result of an innate ability to flirt. Even with younger women and if he was just trying to be nice, it was flirting.

“My car is steaming,” she pointed out the window. Her blue eyes were wide. “I was just driving around when it started. I was hoping someone could look at it for me.”

Don’t do it, Dad. He put his hand on my shoulder. “I think my son here can handle that.”

“Sure.” Realizing I sounded very unfriendly, I asked, “Can I have your keys?”

She handed them over as I walked out to figured out which one was hers. Pushing the button on the remote starter, I should have predicted hers would stand out amongst the others. A mini cooper the color of copper. I didn’t even know that color was available.

After squeezing into the pint-sized contraption, I could see why she would’ve chosen it. For her it was a perfect fit but I had to slide the seat all the way back just so I could move it into the bay. Inside the garage, it was a no brainer. Driving, steam, the car was overheating. Cars overheat when small blonde girls forget to check the antifreeze.

“Your radiator’s bone dry,” I said before the door to the waiting area closed behind me.

“It that bad?”

I smiled because really? Is that bad? No it’s fine to let the damn motor blow up. No big deal.

“Yeah, that’s bad. But easy to fix.” Dad came out just then. We’d run out of some supplies earlier that morning and antifreeze was one of them. Hence Dad working on purchase orders all morning. “Tyler’s bringing back more antifreeze so it’ll be about twenty minutes.” I told him. “I’m going to check the radiator for a leak while we wait.”

“How do you do that? Is there an instrument you use or something?” A curl fell over her shoulder. She started twirling it absently with an index finger. That was kind of hot and she probably intended it to be. Dad’s face broke out into the biggest smile. He saw what was happening there. One flirt recognizing another. Maybe they had a secret handshake.

“Just water.”

“You can go back and watch if you want,” his dad said smirking behind her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to get in the way,” she said with a small grin.

This girl wanted me to say I wanted her to go with me. Can’t say that I’d hate having her around.

“You won’t. Go on back with Jensen.” He winked at me. What the hell? I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to him. I mean, he was just being Dad and thought it was his way of telling me I was worrying about nothing but come on.

As soon as we got back to her car, I was on auto pilot, doing all the things I was supposed to, filling the radiator to make sure there wasn’t a leak. There wasn’t. For whatever reason the antifreeze was just gone. I was in the zone until Aric interrupted.

“Hey, Jensen, stupid question.” I waited until he continued. “Why don’t we have any oil filters?”

I laughed but even that made me feel uneasy. After telling him that and that some would arrive in the near future, I had to get out of there so, I said I’d check in the back just in case one fell behind the shelf or something. “Oh this is Aric.” I threw the introduction back as an afterthought because honestly, I wasn’t so sure I wanted them to meet at all. Not knowing the why behind that feeling was taking my pissed off to a whole new level.

There weren’t any hidden in the storeroom and I couldn’t hide forever. Seriously, I had no idea what the hell was going on with me. Instead, I went back to her car, getting everything ready so I could fill the radiator then go back to working on my dad for the rest of the day off.

“So what’s that?” She asked.

I couldn’t help the dumbfounded look that I was sure sat firmly on my face.

“The engine,” I said slowly.

Her smile was so beautiful. Full, genuine and her giggle might have touched my soul. That sounded so lame. But it made me join in.

“I know. Figured I should ask a question. I feel stupid just standing here trying not to get dirty.”

Tyler, the high school kid Dad brought on the help with scut for the summer, finally made it back. I quickly filled her up then sent her inside while I pulled the car back out.

“So, how much do I owe you?” We stood in the cool air and dear god, I needed to find out how old this girl was before I let my imagination run wild because it was starting to.

“No charge,” Dad said back. I was surprised he hadn’t gone out of business with the number of times he said those words. Not that adding antifreeze was a huge money maker in the first place.

“Oh, I can’t do that.” That voice…

“I insist. Just write down your name and phone number,” he slid an invoice across the counter. “Just for customer records and inventory of the antifreeze.”

Yeah, right.

“Are you new to town or just passing though?” That was starting to piss me off. Maybe it was that kind of day. An ef the world sort of thing that anyone and everything would get under my skin to make me want to tear it off. Except her. Looking at her my first instinct wasn’t to tear off anything of mine. And If I were a less trusting person, I would’ve thought he was looking to step out on Mom. As I leaned back against the counter, I tried glaring at the back of his head. I hoped he felt it.

“Just exploring.” The smile went with the voice. “I drove until somewhere looked like a good place to stop.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you and hey if you’ve got nothing to do, there’s a town picnic and fireworks display for Memorial Day.” He turned the paper, “Alyssum Bracken. That’s unique.”

“It’s a flower,” I offered at the same time she did. I had no idea where I’d picked that information up. She smiled right freaking at me.

“Most people don’t know that,” then added, “thanks again.”

She threw a glance over her shoulder that made my knees what to buckle, her blue eyes burning into mine.

At that very moment I was surer than ever that whatever was going on with Aric was not of the sexual variety. Because what I was feeling for the blond who let the antifreeze run dry was very sexual.

I’d have to figure out what the hell was going on with him but focus right then was on the girl that had just swept into my life.

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And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Heather Young-Nichols, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 13! Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the gold team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

CONTINUE THE HUNT
Ready to move onto the next part of the scavenger hunt?
 
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author: Pintip Dunn!
 

If you want ballerina swag leave a comment to let us know your favorite ballet, and ballerina and where you’re from. We’ll randomly pick a comment and reach out to send you something awesome!

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! 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 72 hours!
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt.
 
There are several contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of TEAM TEAL — but there is also a slew of other awesome teams, so there are a lot of chances to win kickass books!

Team TealIf 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 Team Teal, 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 Oct. 4, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
 
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Today, I am hosting the lovely Linda Budzinski on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt! Can you believe that Dhonielle and I have done the YA Scavenger Hunt 2 times already? 
 
linda_headshot_edited_0-e1440631688432Hailing from tiny West Grove, Pa., Linda always wanted to be a “paperback writer,” but she majored in journalism in college, which served her well in her day job in marketing and communications. She’s the author of two YA novels, Em & Em, out earlier this month, and The Funeral Singer, both published by Swoon Romance YA. She now lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, Joe, and their feisty chihuahua, Demitria (also known as Dee Dee, The Puppy, and Killer).

Find her on her Facebook page or on Twitter at @LindaBudz. And grab your copy of Em & Em right here

 
ABOUT EM & EM
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The last thing sixteen-year-old Emily Slovkowski wants is to move away from her home at the Jersey shore, gorgeous surfer boyfriend Zach, and her entire identity. But that’s kind of how Witness Protection works, and Em must prepare herself for an epic do-over as she starts a new life in the Midwest.

Even as she pines for sandy beaches and the night life of the shore, the newly-named Ember O’Malley finds herself making new friends, taking photos for the high school newspaper, and thinking an awful lot about the paper’s editor, an oddly cute cowboy named Charles.

When Em stumbles upon a shady beneath-the-bleachers exchange between one of the school’s football coaches and a student, she refuses to get involved. The last thing she needs is to be witness to another crime or call attention to herself. Besides, she finally has some real friends—well, real except for the fact that they don’t know a single thing about her—and she prefers to keep it that way until the trial.

But as her day in court approaches, Em begins piecing together what she saw that day beneath the bleachers. And, as her own past secrets start to catch up with her, Em needs to figure out who she really is — Em or Em.

 
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Charles stepped aside, and Ember headed back toward the Starbucks. He called after her. “You know, sometimes I think you hide behind your camera.”

Ember stopped. She turned and glared. What was that supposed to mean? True, she did feel safer behind the camera. When she peered through the viewfinder, it became her world, blocking everything else out. Best of all, she was never in the shot. She could disappear. Still, Charles had no right to say that. He didn’t know anything about her. She walked back up to him. “What makes you think I want to hide?”

Charles met her gaze. “Oh, maybe … everything. It’s like you’ve wrapped this huge veil of secrecy around yourself. Anytime anyone asks the simplest question, you change the subject. Do you realize I don’t even know the name of a single friend of yours from back in Philadelphia? I don’t even know your boyfriend’s name — that guy from the photo. Assuming he’s your boyfriend. Or was.” He threw his hands up in the air. “Hell, I don’t even know if you have a boyfriend.”

“Would it matter?”

Charles shook his head. “There you go again, avoiding the subject, answering questions with questions. Why can’t you just tell me? Do you or do you not have a boyfriend?”

And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me,hosted author’s name, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is[insert favorite number here]. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the blue team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

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To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, TY DRAGO

scavenger huntWelcome 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! 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 72 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 BLUE TEAM — but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a red team, a green team, a teal team, a purple team, and a pink team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

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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.

 
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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 5th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

 
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Today, I am hosting the spectacular Lydia Kang on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt! Rumor has it that Lydia houses 26 unicorns in her backyard :). I am a middle school librarian in NYC and my students devoured her book CONTROL. They would say, “You need this book in your life… and when’s the movie coming out?”

 

Lydia Kang is the YA author of CONTROL and its sequel, CATALYST (Penguin). She is a practicing internal medicine physician and volunteers her expertise in helping other writers keep their fiction medically accurate. She’s a geek-girl at heart, has a slight hyphen-addiction, and will never say no to nachos.

 

Find out more information by finding Lydia on the web and social media:

 
 
Also, buy CONTROL here, so you’re ready to win CATALYST.
 
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Zelia Benten has lost her father, the love of her life, and any future she might have imagined for herself. After her new home and family is attacked, she leaves to reunite with her family at a safe haven in Chicago. But on the way, Zel hears something impossible: Cy is whispering insider her head. She has no idea what it means, but she veers off plan in order to search for him.
 
***This is from Vera’s point of view at the beginning of Catalyst. It is *slightly* spoilery, if you haven’t read Control yet. But I was dying to give a little more voice to Vera for the many Vera fans out there, so here she is!***
 

VERA

I am green.Hear me roar.

Well, I’m greenish.

This is what I say to myself in the mirror in the morning. I’ve dragged myself from Hex’s four, deliciously heavy arms, out of the common room where we’ve all taken to sleeping at night. We’re all too chicken to sleep alone these days, though no one will admit it.

Back in my room, I push aside the softened, dying vines that used to creep from floor to ceiling. It used to look like a jungle in here; now it’s as if winter has permanently taken root. We have to conserve energy now, and I’m only allowed enough power to fuel the clamshell tanning bed where I get my daily dose of UV.

I study my reflection with a critical eye. My face is greener than the rest of my body, which is turning that un-tasty shade of pond scum and fall leaves. No matter that my curves are perfectly intact. Hex says my body is a figure-eight racetrack and I heartily agree, particularly when I’m kicking his ass in Kendo. I love how that pisses him off.

But I mourn the absence of sunlight in my life. The chloroplasts in my skin ache for photons, for drenching solar radiation. There is no other way to explain the way I feel, locked away from the sky because we can’t risk showing our faces outside of our home, Carus. We can’t go up to the agriplane anymore.

Dammit. I’m hungry as hell.

After a breakfast of soil brownies, I go straight to Marka’s room. She’s like our den mother, and ever since the Senator’s assassination, she’s been locking herself up and watching the news incessantly. Carus isn’t safe anymore. Worry is shrinking her already thin frame. She might disappear in a stiff breeze, and it terrifies me. But terror is a good friend. It makes me mad, and anger is how I fuel myself with the energy to fight. Fight who? We’ll find out soon.

I sit on the bed and Marka barely notices.

“Did you eat breakfast?” I ask.

She barely shakes her head. Her eyes are glued to the screen before her. Nervousness gnaws at me, and I start chewing my fingernails, which still taste of nitrogen and phosphorus from breakfast.

Soon, Hex and Zelia show up. Hex puts two hands on my shoulders, and they’re steady, but I can still feel the apprehension in his fingertips. Zelia sports dark circles under her eyes, and her hair is violently frizzy. She probably lost another night of sleep, and it’s no wonder. We all miss Cy, but she loved him most, and carries his loss like an infection that sickens her. She won’t talk to me. She won’t talk to her sister, Dyl, about it, either. I’ve never been good at warm and fuzzy. I hover near her at bedtime, at meals, hoping that just being around is enough. When I hold her with a glance that says Are you okay? I miss him too, she always looks away.

There’s only one cure for her despair. Cy.

I look away from Zelia, only to find Marka watching me with her concerned doe eyes. Even now, I remember that look. Memories flood me, of lying in a cold, stinking gutter, crying as warm hands leave me behind. After being discovered and deposited in a dark, locked room at the local orphanage, those big eyes of Marka found me. She swaddled me with an extra blanket and picked me up.

“Aren’t you the most beautiful thing that ever sprouted on this earth?” she cooed.

Hex says it’s not possible to have memories from when I was a baby. Maybe I’m making half this up. Maybe I’m just recalling what Marka told me as a child. But I swear, I remember her eyes. They understood the love I’d wanted from my parents, and hurt I received in return. They spoke of more love and pain to come, whether I liked it or not.

The news conference begins, and Marka’s eyes snap to the screen.

My skin goes icy, because somehow I know. This conference will bring no good news.

Today is the beginning of the end, and we all know it deep in our bones.

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And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Lydia Kang, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 26 because my book with Sona Charaipotra Tiny Pretty Things comes out on my birthday: May 26! Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the blue team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

 
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If you want ballerina swag leave a comment to let us know your favorite ballet and where you’re from. We’ll randomly pick a comment and reach out to send you something awesome!

 
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This week, Dhonielle and I are thrilled to reveal, at long last, the cover for the first book from CAKE Literary (and from us!), Tiny Pretty Things.

The cover reveal sort of brings D and I full circle on this project — which we started more than three years ago, while we were still students at the New School. And the timing is perfect: this week marked our three year anniversary as CAKE Literary.

As every author (debut or otherwise) knows, covers can make or break books. A good cover draws you right in. A bad one can alienate teen readers. So when HarperTeen told us back in June that they were working on the cover, we were both excited and nervous in equal measure. What did we want it to be?

A dancer on the cover? If so, would it be the blonde one? And not the Asian or brown one?

Pointe shoes: pretty and pink, or bloody and bold?

Three dancers, all elegant and flowy?

Silhouettes?

A jewel-box ballerina?

We were worried, but when the initial cover popped up in our inbox — we were thrilled.

Our awesome editors, Jen Klonsky, Emilia Rhodes and Alice Jerman, had a graphic take in mind — an idea we loved. Pink ribbon, broken glass. Soft and sharp. Perfect.

Check out the cover over on EpicReads now — and let us know what you think! We’re so excited to share it.

The ballerinas are coming….

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The Belles PubWeekly Announcement!

Amazing news today! CAKE co-founder Dhonielle Clayton has sold her solo debut, The Belles, in a two book deal to the fabulous Emily Meehan at Disney-Hyperion. The new series, a high fantasy, asks the question: at what price, beauty? 

D describes it as  Scott Westerfled’s The Uglies meets Marie Antoinette’s court and Japanese geishas. Um, how could you not add that to your TBR pile like this second?

More news to come on The Belles soon. In the meantime, you can find it (and D!) on Goodreads right here!

Sona and Dhonielle are thrilled to join the #WNDB team!

This week, we here at CAKE Literary are thrilled to announce that we’ve joined the amazing #WeNeedDiverseBooks team — and proud to be a part of their amazing mission to diversify your shelves.

You might have heard about the effort during the three-day campaign to draw attention to the lack of diversity in kidlit and YA. But it’s become so much more than that! #WeNeedDiverseBooks is now officially a non-profit, and we’ve got lots of big things coming, including collaborations with NEA and the First Book organization, and a planned Children’s Literature Diversity Festival, set for 2016 in Washington, D.C.

More to come on the new non-profit and it’s efforts — and we’re so excited to be a part of it all. After all, it is a mission very close to our hearts here at CAKE Literary!

The Publisher's Weekly announcement of our first sale!

Dhonielle and I are proud to share that, after two years of quiet, diligent work, that CAKE Literary is officially launching with the Publisher’s Weekly announcement of our first sale, for our debut collaboration, Dark Pointe.

You can read more about CAKE and it’s mission here, but really, it’s the “secret project” Dhonielle and I started more than two years ago, while were getting our MFAs in writing fiction for children and young adults at the New School. While sharing a Patsy’s pepperoni pie or splitting fries at BLT, we’d frequently come back to the lack of diversity in literature for kids and teens. Neither of us saw our reflections in books for a long time, and it was something we’re both eager to see change. But we also aren’t down with reading the same old, pedantic “finding myself and my culture” narrative. Give us something delicious, delightful, utterly un-put-downable. That’s what we want to read — and those are the books we want kids to be able to see themselves in. (After all, we want them to actually pick up the books, right?)

Dark Pointe came out of one particular conversation we had about Dhonielle’s experience teaching at a cutthroat ballet academy in the DC area. She had some outrageous stories about the competition and the chaos these girls put each other through as they fought their way to the top. It was too fascinating a setting not to explore. And the fabulous thing about it? The diversity was organically there in the backgrounds of these girls, who came from all reaches to chase their dreams. It was the perfect first project for CAKE. And we’re so excited that we get to share it with you, via HarperTeen, in the summer of 2015!