Welcome to the Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt!

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Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt

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Welcome to Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt! My name is Amy Nichols and I’m your host this leg of the hunt.

AmyNichols_square_smA little about me:

– I’m the author of YA science fiction novels NOW THAT YOU’RE HERE (Knopf 2014) and WHILE YOU WERE GONE, which hits shelves on August 4.
– This year I got a ukulele for my birthday. Today I learned how to play “Creep” by Radiohead.
– I study karate.
– Benedict Cumberbatch likes my handbag.

Somewhere on this hunt, I’ve hidden a bonus scene from NOW THAT YOU’RE HERE from Warren’s POV and I can’t wait for you to read it! But before you go looking for it, you have to read on so you can check out the amazing author I’m hosting!

First, though, a little about the YA Scavenger Hunt:

On this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each participating YA author, you also get a secret number. Add up the numbers, and  enter it for a chance to win a major prize–one lucky winner will receive at least one signed book from each author on my team in the hunt! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online until noon PST on Sunday, April 5th!

red teamYou can start right here or you can also go to the YA Scavenger Hunt homepage to find out all about the hunt. I am a part of the TEAM RED–but there seven other teams out there and if you do those hunts, too, you’ll have a chance to win seven different sets 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.

Check out all the amazing authors on Team Red:

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How to complete the hunt

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on Team Red, 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 APRIL 5, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

And now…the fun part!
I am so excited to be hosting…

Sarah Negovetich

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About Sarah:

Sarah Negovetich knows you don’t know how to pronounce her name and she’s okay with that.

Her first love is Young Adult novels, because at seventeen the world is your oyster. Only oysters are slimy and more than a little salty; it’s accurate if not exactly motivation. We should come up with a better cliche.

Sarah divides her time between writing YA books that her husband won’t read and working with amazing authors as an agent at Corvisiero Literary Agency. Her life’s goal is to be only a mildly embarrassing mom when her kids hit their teens. Find out more about Sarah at www.sarahnegovetich.com.

The book Sarah is showcasing on the Spring 2015 Hunt is…

RITE OF REJECTION

Rite of RejectionAbout the book:

Straight-laced, sixteen-year-old Rebecca can’t wait for her Acceptance. A fancy ball, eligible bachelors, and her debut as an official member of society. Instead, the Machine rejects Rebecca. Labeled as a future criminal, she’s shipped off to a life sentence in a lawless penal colony.

A life behind barbed wire fences with the world’s most dangerous people terrifies Rebecca. She reluctantly joins a band of misfit teens in a risky escape plan, complete with an accidental fiancé she’s almost certain she can learn to love.

But freedom comes with a price. To escape a doomed future and prove her innocence, Rebecca must embrace the criminal within.


And now…a bonus scene from RITE OF REJECTION!

This scene takes place during Rebecca’s first morning in the PIT. Daniel has rescued her from a precarious situation and the rest of the group is not happy that he brought her back to their home. Told from Daniel’s POV, we get a look at what happens once Rebecca is made to leave.

“It means we need a test.” Molly is dead serious staring Rebecca down.

“A test.” I rub my hands over my face. What is Molly thinking? This girl just got here and she couldn’t even make it through breakfast without getting herself tangled up in a dangerous situation. There’s no way she’s capable of completing some harebrained scheme Molly and Elizabeth cook up.

“Yes, a test.” Elizabeth is so excited she completely misses the look I shoot her. “It’s perfect. If Becca can prove she’s trustworthy and won’t be a thorn in my side, then I’ll think about letting her join our little party.”

“What kind of test?” Eric asks, without missing a beat. He may have signed her dance card, but I’m not a fan of how he’s standing so close to Rebecca.

Elizabeth has all but tuned the rest of us out now. She’s almost impossible to reason with when she gets like this. I know she’s just trying to protect us, but from what? Rebecca is about as innocent as they come. I mean, Cardinal on a cracker, yesterday she was convinced she was some kind of criminal monster just because the Machine told her so.

“I’ll need a few days to work out the details. Until then she can lay low, somewhere else.”

“Why can’t she—?”

Son of a…Eric is definitely ticking me off now. I clench my fists and resist the urge to knock him on his smug rear end. Who put him in charge of Rebecca’s well-being?

“No. Elizabeth’s right.” Molly’s voice calms the room. “She can’t stay here until we’re certain. She’ll be fine on her own for a few days.”

I don’t buy that for a second, but I’ve never been able to argue with Molly. “Come on, Rebecca.” I don’t waste a minute looping my arm through hers and walking her toward the door. “I’ll walk you back to your bunkhouse.” And try to convince you to stay safe inside until your test is ready.

“No, I’ll take her. Becca and I have some catching up to do.” Eric takes her arm and leads her out the door before I can say a word.

“Her name is Rebecca,” I mumble at the door, though Eric can’t hear me.

“Uh oh, looks like someone has himself a little crush.”

I turn on Elizabeth and work my face into a blank stare. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Right.” She drags the word out into at least four syllables and shoots Molly a look that says exactly how much she believes me. “And what was all that gentleman business there by the door?”

“Nothing.” Nothing I want to talk about.

“That’s funny,” Molly says with a lilt to her voice making it clear she thinks the situation is hilarious. “I don’t recall you ever offering an arm to me or Elizabeth for a walk home.”

“That’s because I like my limbs firmly attached to my body.”

The girls shoot each other another look.

“Look, you’ve seen her. Rebecca is helpless out there.” I wave my hands at the door as if she’s right there. “If she’s going to be a part of our escape plan, we need to teach her how it works in the PIT.”

They exchange glances again and I can feel the warmth spreading up my neck and ears. “Eric’s been here all of five minutes and is just as naïve as she is. The two of them alone together are practically begging to get into trouble.”

“Daniel, if you care that much about her, why don’t you just go out there and make sure they’re safe.” Molly doesn’t even look up from the dress she’s sewing, but I don’t need to see her face to picture the I-told-you-so smile covering it.

“I…that’s not…”

“Oh give it up, Daniel.” Elizabeth throws her pencil and I just barely dodge before it hits me in the forehead. “It’s pretty obvious you’ve got a little puppy dog thing going for sweet, little Becca. I couldn’t care less, though Eric may have other ideas. Just don’t forget the game plan. We’re trying to get out of here, not play house with the new Rejects. Okay?”

“It’s not me you should be talking to.” I jerk a thumb over my shoulder to the door. “Talk to Eric who seems to think Rebecca is his consolation prize for failing Acceptance. I know what’s at stake and I’ve got way too much to deal with without adding in some puppy dog thing.”

“Alright.” Elizabeth throws her hands up in surrender, though we both know I’m full of crap. She always could read me better than anyone. “Let’s figure out this test to see if Blondie even gets to stick around.”

She launches into a rundown of ideas, but I can’t concentrate on any of them. My brain keeps wandering out to Rebecca…and Eric. The way he stood so close to her and touched her without asking, as if she was already his wife. Practically engaged! As if agreeing to dance with him gives him some sort of claim over her. I’d give up my daily slice of bread for the chance to wipe that simpering grin off his face.

But he’s Elizabeth’s brother, and even though she hates that he’s here, she’s been almost chipper since he arrived.

The door swings open and bangs against the wall, shaking the bunkhouse and showering us in a fine layer of dust. “I’m back.”

I do my best to ignore Eric’s entrance, but he’s not the kind to be ignored. “Isn’t Becca just the best? I know you have your doubts, E, but I know we can trust her. This is all going to work out perfect.”

I agree that we can trust her. Rebecca is innocent and kind to a fault. The exact opposite of the type of person who belongs in the PIT. It’s Eric I don’t trust. He can make all the school-boy claims he wants, but I’m going to make it my personal mission to make sure Rebecca survives until I can get us all out of here. Because even more than love, we all deserve our freedom.


Oh man, that was good! I could read that, like, 12 (that’s right, TWELVE) more times! Did you enjoy it as much as I did? Let Sarah know in the comments below.

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7 thoughts on “Welcome to the Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt!

    Sarah Miles said:
    April 4, 2015 at 7:52 am

    Uh oh, Amy, I see a Sara in that post! We Sarahs are very sensitive to that extra h. (not really, except when kids – then it drives you absolutely nuts to have it misspelled). Jimmy Fallon was *not* right when he said, “Sarahs are EWWW.” 🙂 Book sounds fantastic and has for a while – it’s been hanging out on my wishlist for a time when I maybe stop borrowing the max number of digital books from my library (25) when we are given a limited time to read them all (21 days). I read a lot… but I’m nowhere near as speedy as I was as a kid. I know I won’t finish all the books, know that it’s totally illogical to check out so many, yet I just can’t help myself 🙂 I think I’d identify pretty well with Rebecca (my mom’s name!), since I’d do horribly if left to fend for myself in this situation. And ❤ Daniel!

      Amy K. Nichols said:
      April 4, 2015 at 7:57 am

      Thanks for the heads up, Sarah! I thought I’d caught them all. My apologies! Two of my close friends are named Sara, and my brain glitches out when creating the post. Off to fix it now.

        Sarah Miles said:
        April 4, 2015 at 8:10 am

        😉 I wasn’t even expecting that! I just like teasing people when they use the wrong one. Why did two forms of the name, spelled so similarly, have to emerge? I swear I’m not *that* anal about the name!! Now, your/you’re, its/it’s, then/than, and so on? Those get me all sorts of twitchy! Anyway, hi, Amy! I’m Sarah. I’m the crazy person who decided to post a typo comment when there were no other remarks on this post! 🙂

        What’s kind of funny is I’ve never really known any Saras. I know *of* some, but almost any time I meet someone with the name, it has the h at the end. Even my hair stylist! I’ll still take this name over the ones my parents brainstormed. I could’ve been Lotta Miles (my grandmother *loved* that name) or Amanda Lynn Miles (…a mandolin). I’m forgetting a third one, but of all of those names, I’ll keep Sarah 🙂 Although Charlotte would’ve been pretty, and then they could’ve called me Lotta anyway!

        Amy K. Nichols said:
        April 4, 2015 at 8:37 am

        LOL! It’s nice to meet you, Sarah. I appreciate you pouting out the typo. As an Amy who grew up with Aimee’s, Aimey’s, Amee’s, and Ami’s, I completely understand. 🙂

        Amanda Lynn (a mandolin) kind of blew my mind, there. Are you a writer? That could be an interesting character name. I was almost named Lisbeth or Liza, which just seems weird to me. I’m Amy. Not Amee or Aimee or Ami. Just Amy. 🙂

        Sarah Miles said:
        April 4, 2015 at 9:11 am

        Nice to meet you, too! And wow… All of those variations? Were they all in school with you or something? What I’m trying to ask is if they were all from this same area as you. I’m thinking of how different regions in the US have different terms for the same thing. I grew up in WV, and the carbonated beverage was always called pop. When I started college in Pittsburgh, my friends were mostly from New England states, and they gave me a hard enough time that I started saying soda to match them. It seems wild that a place could have so many variations on a name in such a localized space! Did you have many instances of someone spelling your name incorrectly? I’ve always thought of Amy as the standard spelling.

        And nope, not a writer 🙂 I’d like to be one, but I have such a poor attention span and memory that it’d probably take me 10 years to finish anything! One day I’ll open up a file and start typing things (I know I’d do YA – it matches my voice the best), but for now, I’m very content visiting the worlds other people create!

        Oh wow, Liza? Really? I don’t think you’re much older than me (I’m almost 26), but quick snooping isn’t giving me that info 😉 When I heard the name Liza, all I think of is Liza Minnelli. Maybe Eliza wouldn’t be too bad (although that makes me think of The Wild Thornberrys, or Eliza Doolittle), but Liza is just odd. I always wanted to change my name as a kid, since Sarah is kinda boring and I hated the confusion it caused – I played violin and was first chair, with another Sarah sitting right behind me. I didn’t like not knowing who was being spoken to/called out/yelled at. It was almost never me, besides being told to play for an example, but it was still jarring every time it happened. I wanted my name to be Ariel! That sounds odd, but I had a fascination with red hair and really wished mine was red. Now, I’m a new shade of red every 6 weeks! Purple soon enough. The shade of red I was last overpowered the laffy taffy purple dye my stylist put in my hair, so I only have purple hints. It’ll change!

    Amy K. Nichols said:
    April 4, 2015 at 8:01 am

    Fixed! Thanks again for bringing it to my attention.

    Kassiah said:
    April 4, 2015 at 9:35 am

    Great post! Thanks for participating in the YASH! xo

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