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Welcome to the 2018 Spring YASH!

April 3, 2018

 

 

Hey, hey! E.M. Fitch here! Welcome to this year's 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! 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 my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) won't be online forever!

 

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 PINK TEAM but there is also RED, BLUE, GREEN, GOLD, & PURPLE teams. You can play along with them 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: I've hidden my favorite number below. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the PINK team, and then add them up.

 

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 the end of the hunt. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

 

THIS YEAR I'M HOSTING...
PINTIP DUNN!

 

 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. in English Literature and Language. She received her J.D. at Yale Law School.

 

 

Pintip’s novel, FORGET TOMORROW, won the RWA RITA® for Best First Book. In addition, SEIZE TODAY is a 2018 RITA finalist. Her books have been translated into four languages, and they have also 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, and the upcoming STAR-CROSSED and MALICE.

 

She lives with her husband and children in Maryland.

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT
From Pintip Dunn:

I am so excited to share with you the never-before-seen first scene of my new novel, STAR-CROSSED, which will release on October 2, 2018! I just adore this story, and I hope you will, too!

I break off a piece of raspberry tart, with a crust as light as sunshine, and slide it into the pocket of my caftan. My mouth goes dry, in spite of the sweet tang that’s about to burst over my tongue.

 

Because the hidden bite’s not for me. It’s for my best friend, Arlington, and if the royal guards catch me stealing food for a Non-Eater, I could be thrown into the Red Cell Prison. Harsh, maybe, but it’s the only effective way to keep food from the majority of the colony.

 

I shove the rest of the tart into my mouth. It breaks upon contact, littering crumbs across the silver shuttle floor. I’m so nervous the dessert tastes like congealed space dust and raspberries, but I chew and swallow as if nothing’s wrong. As if there isn’t a smooshed-up pie staining the inside of my pocket.

 

Did anyone see me hide the bite?

 

All around the Banquet Room, the Eaters dig into their mid-afternoon snack. Pecan-encrusted squash, double-mashed garlic potatoes, barbecued tofu drizzled with a blackberry-port reduction. They sit twenty per table, at sheets of metal which would sag if they weren’t doubly reinforced. Their silverware clinks together in a high, tinny melody, replacing the conversation that might have occurred back on Earth, where eating was partly social instead of wholly functional.

 

On our new planet, Dion, no Eater talks during the first twenty minutes of a meal. It would be a waste, since more food can be consumed before the stomach has a chance to feel full. And an Eater has only one goal: to consume as many nutrients as possible. We have to, in order to take in enough sustenance for the rest of the colony.

 

I’m about to finish the tart when a hand closes over my elbow.

 

My heart stutters. So it comes to this. After training all my life to eat for my people, I’m caught over a piece of raspberry pie.

 

Pellets of sweat break out on my neck. I turn to my captor, the excuses ready on my lips. It’s just a single bite. I can count every rib on my best friend’s torso. What if, in your entire life, you never knew the taste of food?

 

The words melt in my mouth. Because it’s not a royal guard who has a hold of me. It’s my older sister.

 

“Sweet before savory?” Blanca says, her hands on her hips. Everything about her is perfect, from her molded waist to her long, lean legs. But it’s not hard to be beautiful when every excess calorie is sucked out of your body six times a day and transferred to Non-Eaters via a pill. “Is that your secret, Vela? You eat a round of dessert before the main course?”

 

Of course not. I’m only eating this tart because it gives me an excuse to be near the dessert buffet. But Blanca doesn’t have to know that.

 

“You got me,” I say. “Sweet and savory foods fill different mental compartments, you know. You can force down chocolate cake, even though you’re stuffed with spaghetti puttanesca—” 

 

“Save it.” Blanca arches her back, jutting out her food baby. Fifteen minutes from now, after she pays a visit to the Transfer Room, her stomach will be flat once again, even if there’s nothing she’ll be able to do about the stretch marks. “I don’t need your strategies to be named Top Eater.”

 

I’m a shoo-in for the top prize this year. Blanca knows it, I know it. Half of our Eating class has placed bets on it. If I keep eating the way I have for the next two days, no one will even come close. 

 

Vela Kunchai, Top Eater. I can taste it. Hot and satisfying, like a tray of lasagna with a bubbling soy cheese crust. It’s not the title I want, but the competence it conveys. My father, the King, has two heirs. Within the year, he’ll name either me or Blanca as his Successor.

 

I’d stretch my stomach lining into gauze to make sure it’s me. My sister, unfortunately, feels the same way.

 

“It’s not just eating ability, you know,” Blanca says, as if reading my mind. “The King’s Successor has to be practical enough to see the big picture. She can’t interrupt her father in an important council meeting to show him a Venus flytrap with a broken stalk.”

 

I flush. That was ten years ago, when I was seven and she was eight, but Blanca will never let me forget it. “But the King’s Successor also has to be compassionate enough to rescue the spider trapped inside the plant.”

 

I lock eyes with her dark brown ones. We weren’t always rivals. Once upon a time, my sister and I played rocket ships together. She was the captain, and I was her best mate. We zoomed here to the planet Dion, hundreds of light-years from Earth, and pretended we were one of the original colonists who landed on this world.

 

Of course, that was before I surpassed my sister’s eating ranking. Before my father, the King, announced one of us would be his Successor. Before my mother passed away.

 

In other words: a long time ago.

 

“This whole thing is ridiculous,” Blanca says. “I can’t believe the council’s even considering you. How could you possibly be Successor? You can’t even stand in front of a crowd without fainting.”

 

“I was a kid, and I hadn’t nutritioned all day.”

 

“This isn’t something you can learn, you know. You either have what it takes to be Successor . . .” My sister’s eyes hack into me like a cleaver. “Or you don’t.”

 

“And you don’t think I do?”

 

She doesn’t answer for a moment. The air-cleanser switches on. Wind blasts from the vents in the space shuttle’s curved walls, picking up the aromas and carrying them outside. Well, not literally outside in the real planet, but outside in our twenty square miles of intersecting bubbles. The two space shuttles, where the Eaters live and eat, are parked right in the middle of our colony, and their solar-paneled exteriors make up part of the energy shields that keep the oxygen-rich air in and the CO2-dense air out.  

 

“Sorry, sis,” Blanca finally says. “Nobody thinks you’ve got a chance. The council’s just indulging Father in one of his whims.” She puts a hand on her hip and looks over my shoulder, as if she’s bored with the conversation. “You might want to take the pie out of your pocket. Wouldn’t want the guards to catch you sneaking food out of the Banquet Hall. Someone might get the wrong idea.”

 

She turns and swishes away, her eating caftan flowing behind her. The material catches the wind from the vents, and for a moment, it billows out, as haunting as a lone kite tapping against our energy shields.

 

A sharp pain seizes my chest. I can’t tell if it’s from Blanca’s exquisite form. Or from the sudden certainty that I will never be my sister’s best mate, ever again.

Only one can survive . . .

 

 

Star-Crossed is available now for preorder! Click the link to check it out!

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THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!

 

Did you know that on one side of the Nobel Peace Prize Medal there is an engraved picture of 3 naked men. I'm totally not lying. The inscription reads: Pro pace et fraternitate gentium. Translated to English, this means: For the peace and brotherhood of men. The medal was designed by Gustav Vigeland.

Did you also know I like to share random facts at random times?? I'm totally not lying about that either.

Good luck on your hunt!!
 


BEFORE YOU GO!

 

I've got another giveaway for you to enter! One random entry will be selected to win a 15$ Amazon gift card!! 

 


CONTINUE THE HUNT...

 

Next stop? C. Lee McKenzie

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