YASH Fall Scavenger Hunt

October 1, 2018 172 Comments
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Welcome to the YA Scavenger Hunt!

Hi! I’m Amy Fellner Dominy and I’m super excited to be hosting this section of the hunt.

GO TEAM RED! 

In case you’re new to all of this—WELCOME! You’re going to be so glad you discovered YASH. 🙂 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’ll get access to exclusive content from each author, and you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for the grand 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!

Below you’ll find everything you need to know, along with some very cool bonus material from an author I’m about to introduce you to. But first, for those of you new to my site:

This is me. 


And here are a few things about me:

I write contemporary YA, middle grade, and picture books.

I love bubble baths, red wine, and apple fritters.

I’m a cat person but I have a dog.

I’m always cold. (Probably from living in the Arizona desert.)

My newest YA novel is The FALL of GRACE. Somewhere on this blog hop, I’ve shared some quotes that inspired me as I wrote the book. Quotes about betrayal. Trust. Forgiveness. Quotes that I hope will touch your heart the way they did mine!


 

One last thing before we get started: 

BONUS GIVEAWAY
In addition to all the books you can win on the HUNT, I’m giving away THREE! autographed hardcover copies of The FALL of GRACE. It’s suspense, adventure, romance and a road-trip all rolled into one fast read. Since you’re here because you love YA, I’d love for you to have a copy.
Enter by leaving a comment at the end of the post. Since the book will take you to one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been (the mountains of Colorado), tell me a beautiful place that you’ve been. More about that below!

So let’s get started: You are currently hunting on TEAM RED.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE RULES

DIRECTIONS: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number (in red!) 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 October 8th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

There are SEVEN contests going on simultaneously and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the RED TEAM but there is also a GOLD TEAMBLUE TEAMORANGE TEAM, PURPLE TEAM, PINK TEAM GREEN TEAM! Check out each team for a chance to win different sets of signed books!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to learn more about the hunt, including links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs.  Also, find all the books on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/list/show/128072.YASH_Fall_2018

Now that all the technical stuff is out of the way, I’m so excited to introduce you to the author I’m hosting on this hunt:

Paula Stokes!

About Paula:

The book Paula is showcasing is HIDDEN PIECES

ABOUT THE BOOK 

 

 

 


TOP SECRET BONUS MATERIAL!


And now, from Paula herself:

I actually have over 200 pages of deleted scenes from HIDDEN PIECES, but as you can imagine, a lot of them are spoilery when it comes to the mystery and a lot of them are scenes with the same bones as what’s in the final book where I just rewrote passages or switched some important things around.

I decided to share this deleted scene for YASH because there’s nothing like it in the finished book, and I’m proud of the low-income portrayal in the book and the dynamics between my main character and her mother. If the two women seem closer than most mothers and daughters, it’s partially because Embry’s mom is newly recovered from breast cancer and Embry is very protective of her. It’s also because Embry has spent her whole life feeling like she wrecked her mom’s life just by being born. Why? If you want to know more, you’ll have to read the book 😉

At this point in the novel, Embry has accidentally started a fire at a local hotel (that was not in use at the time) while hooking up with a boy and has received multiple threatening messages from a stranger who is blackmailing her. Embry and her mom were already struggling to make ends meet before her mom got swamped with medical bills, and Embry knows if she confesses to her role in the fire and is held responsible for hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages, that she and her mom could lose both their house and their small family business, the Oregon Coast Café. Her family’s precarious financial situation plays into many of the decisions she makes in HIDDEN PIECES.

Here she is at home, making dinner for her mom:

The front door swings open and my mom enters the house. She’s got a brown paper bag clutched under her arm. “Hey, Emb. I tried a new recipe today. You want to be my guinea pig?” She sets the bag down on the kitchen table with an impressive thunk.

“I don’t know,” I say, slipping my phone into my pocket. “That sounds like one big bagel. Either that or a bag of rocks?”

“Ha ha,” Mom says. “I actually tried my hand at making savory scones today. I’ve had a couple of people request them.”

My mom is a great manager, motivator, and barista, but when it comes to cooking, she’s been known to get distracted mid-recipe and forget an important ingredient, like eggs or baking soda. Either that or pop something in the oven and forget about it until the whole café starts to fill with smoke.

“Let’s see what you got.” I pull three large scones out of the paper bag. They’re pretty hard, but I think I can resurrect them. “I ate with Julia, but I’ll definitely try one. Let me see if I can soften them up a bit. You want me to make you some dinner?”

“Do we actually have anything to make for dinner?”

“I think there’s some soup in the pantry. Might be good with these.” I gesture at the scones. “Go relax. Let me work my magic.”

“Okay. Surprise me.” Mom heads for the living room. “Actually,” she calls from the next room, “I think I’m going to take a quick bath if that’s all right.”

“Sure. Take a slow bath if you want.”

I root through our small pantry until I find a can of tomato soup. I heat the soup on low and then slice one of the scones into sections, spraying each piece with some butter-flavored pan coating (gross, I know, but it’s all we have) and topping them with a small handful of shredded cheese. I turn a second scone into two thick pieces of garlic bread, spraying it with the pan coating and then sprinkling garlic salt and Italian spices on it.

I fill a small pot with water to heat for tea. The warmth emanating from the stovetop is heavenly. Mom says she’s going to fix the furnace after the holidays, but what we really need is a new one, and that’s way outside of our current reality. My eyes flick to a clock on the wall that also reads the temperature. It’s sixty-two degrees in here. Sometimes in the mornings it gets down in the mid-fifties. It’s a wonder neither one of us have caught a cold.

Mom reappears in about fifteen minutes, dressed in flannel pajama pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt from a half-marathon she did back when I was in middle school. She’s wearing fuzzy pink slippers on her feet.

I set a bowl of soup in front of her along with a garlic scone and a couple slices of cheesy bread.

“Wow,” she says. “This looks great. Maybe I’m wasting your talents using you as a cashier and barista.”

“Well, Adele and Lourdes rave about my drink-making skills,” I say with a grin. “But I can always pick up some back of those house shifts if you ever need. I’m pretty sure I can follow the recipes. I’ve even got some ideas of my own for new soups or sandwiches we could serve.” I pour each of us a cup of green tea.

“Oh, do you now? I suppose it has been forever since we updated the menu. I’d love to hear your thoughts, just maybe not right this second. The monthly figures are still swimming around in my head and I want to forget about work completely.”

Mom sits in her usual chair and I sit across from her. Betsy does her standard lap past both of us in case we’re in an overly charitable mood. When we both tell her to lie down she stretches out at my feet so she’ll be in prime position to snarf up any scraps we drop.

With one finger, I trace the network of lines someone carved into the top of our kitchen table, probably with a pocketknife. Whoever owned this table before us had turned it into a makeshift chess board. When Mom saw it at Goodwill she said it would add character to our house. I don’t know about all that, but it beats having dinner on the sofa in the living room, balancing plates on our laps while we use one hand to eat and the other to shoo the dog away.

“How’s school?” Mom holds a spoonful of soup in front of her lips and blows on it. She sips cautiously and then swallows. “I feel like I haven’t talked to you in days.” If she’s heard about the sexting scandal, she’s not going to mention it.

“It’s fine.” I wrap both hands around my mug of tea.

Mom takes a bite of cheesy scone. “This is really good. Especially considering what you had to work with.” She chews slowly and then pops the rest of the slice in her mouth. “Are you still thinking you want to go to TCC next year instead of somewhere bigger? Your dad would probably chip in a little extra if you wanted to apply to a four-year college.”

“Yep.” If I had “applied myself more” as my guidance counselor likes to say, I probably could’ve gotten at least a partial scholarship to a four-year school, but that would’ve meant not being able to help out at the café after classes and I won’t do that to my mom. Plus, like I told Holden, I’m not ready to leave her. My eyes flick up to her head, where her hair is only just starting to grow back after her chemo. She wears a wig to work but never around the house because she says they’re itchy. It’s incredible to me how well she adjusted to having breast cancer. She’s the one who almost died, so why am I the one who’s constantly falling apart?

“All right. But once you get some gen eds out of the way, we’ll take a look at finishing up someplace bigger if you want.” She dips her “garlic bread” into her tomato soup.

I nod. “Sure, Mom. It might make sense once I figure out what I want to do with my life. Right now I’m happy the way things are.”

Mom smiles at me. I sip my tea and watch as she finishes all but one slice of her scone and most of her soup.

“You ate something at work too, right?” I ask, as she pushes her chair back from the table. “Otherwise that’s not very much.”

“Yes, Mom,” she quips. “I had a Sally Struthers for lunch.”

All of our sandwiches are named after famous Oregonians. The Sally Struthers is our gourmet grilled cheese—cheddar, provolone, and gouda from the local Tillamook dairy on buttered Texas toast. My mouth waters a little just thinking about it.

Mom brings her plate and bowl to the sink and then returns to ruffle my hair. “You’re a good kid, Embry,” she says. “Thank you for dinner.”

I like it when she calls me a good kid. I liked it even more when it was true.

Do you want to read more of HIDDEN PIECES? Check out the first three chapters on my website.

You can also watch the OFFICIAL BOOK TRAILER here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sloUrBj8yCs


The book sounds amazing, doesn’t it? Join me in adding it to your TBR list on Goodreads!

Where can you buy this book, like, ten minutes ago?  HERE!

Check out more on Paula’s WebsiteTwitter, or Instagram .


What should you do now?
Enter the YASH contest and my bonus contest!
Because…who doesn’t want a boatload of free books? 🙂 Just check out all these books on TEAM RED.

To enter, you need to write down my favorite number which is 29 and find all the other numbers on TEAM RED, add them up, and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!


To enter my BONUS contest, leave a comment on my blog telling me a beautiful place that you’ve visited. It’s that easy!
THREE winners (randomly selected) will receive
autographed & personalized copies of
The FALL of GRACE 
Good luck everyone!
Winners will be announced after YASH ends. (US and Canada only)

Ready to move on to the next link in the hunt? Head over to visit author Wendy Higgins!

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