What up, y’all. Or yous guys. I’m Kimberly G. Giarratano (my author friends call me KGG) and I’m a YA mystery writer. I’m participating in the Spring 2016 YA Scavenger Hunt. I’m on Team GREEN — the perfect color for spring.
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 the hunt in my team!
This year there are 9 teams of 20 authors! Lots of goodies going around.
I’ve hidden my favorite number in this post in GREEN and I’m doing my own special, separate giveaway. Check out the Gleam widget in the post.
I’m delighted to host Tanya Lisle!
Tanya’s bonus content is a deleted scene! Always fun. Some of my best writing are scenes that didn’t make it into the book. I bet I have over 14 (wink wink) deleted scenes in various folders.
Tanya Lisle is a novelist from Vancouver, British Columbia. Publishing several novels annually, she writes in a variety of genres from young adult urban fantasy to post-apocalyptic science fiction. When she isn’t writing, she is either working as a web developer or working on a variety of game projects.
Find out more information by checking out her website or find more about the author’s book in the following places:
Goodreads | Amazon
After an unusual day at school of mute goth kids, disappearing acid burns and the feeling of someone hunting for him, Max just wants to unwind at home. When a stranger appears in his room and abducts him, he witnesses the murder of his parents and becomes the prime suspect.
Max soon finds himself on the run with several other abducted teens, all being hunted down because they’ve developed unnatural powers. Even with his new allies and new found ability to heal, Max can’t get too comfortable. He knows that the people looking for him are still out there – and they’re closing in.
Running. She had to keep running.
Jaime’s feet pounded against the cobblestone streets and she wove through the sparse Thursday evening crowd, many of them looking angrily around unable to figure out what had just brushed past them. Jaime knew none of them could see her, at least, and none of them did more than look around for a moment before going about their own business.
It would have been infuriating if she wasn’t terrified. None of them knew she was there, so how did he? Who was he? This strange boy that could see her and was now chasing her down, he shouldn’t be able to see her either. But he moved too fast, vanishing from one spot and appearing in front of her a moment later.
The first time Jaime saw him, he was with others. There were five of them in total, all looking at one another angrily and saying nothing. They would gesture now and then, but it wasn’t until one of them caught on fire that she realized just how wrong they were. That, and when this one looked directly at her.
That boy was ahead of her again, turning a corner ahead, ready to try to grab her again. Jaime took a hard left into the nearest door she could find. She’d been running for what felt like days now and it had done nothing to throw him off, so it was time to try another tactic. Hiding in sight. People saw him and not her, after all.
She walked into a restaurant, the door closing behind her. The smell of beef broth permeated the air of the small pho restaurant, little more than a hole in the wall with very limited places for anyone to sit. The dinner rush had not begun yet, though it was already beginning to fill.
Jaime took a seat at one of the tables, trying her best to blend in while trying to catch her breath. She put her head down on the table, gulping down air and the smell of food around her as people chittered on in a mix of languages she couldn’t quite make out. Her stomach grumbled, starving from the run and the fear, but she didn’t dare take anything and draw attention to herself. Not yet.
She finally looked up and jumped, seeing the boy now sitting across from her. She looked around wildly, but it seemed that no one else even batted an eye that this boy was there. The woman behind the counter looked at him and frowned, her fingers lingering over the menu and debating whether she wanted to bring it to the table. He didn’t notice, his eyes on Jaime alone and a careful smile across his chapped lips.
Jaime tried to get up, already on her toes under the table and ready to run, but it felt like something was holding her down in place. She felt like she was running again, her heart pounding in her chest and her breathing becoming difficult.
Was he doing this? It had to be him. There was no one else who could possibly be doing this. But he wasn’t even looking at her when he did it, his eyes looking around everywhere in front of him and trying to figure out where she was.
But if he couldn’t see her, then how?
It was impulse that made her decide to become visible again. She thought about screaming and causing a scene, to bring the other people in the place to her aid. Really, though, she was tired from running and she wanted to know who this boy who’d been chasing her down even was.
His eyes lit up at the sight of her. Good to see you, his fingers said as they moved. The movements were clumsy and confused, but Jaime understood what he meant by them. Sign language. It was… sign language?
The fear was rapidly being replaced with curiosity as she looked at him. He was hopeful as he tried to move his hands, though it was clear that his hands were not quite moving as he wanted them to.
“Who are you?” she asked out loud, her hands moving to match her words.
Luke, he said. Nice to meet you.
Thanks for stopping by! Your next stop on this hunt is Michelle Madow. You’re in for a treat — her covers are beautiful!