Thursday, April 2, 2015

YA SCAVENGER HUNT!!



HELLO AND WELCOME to the Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt!




Add up clues, and 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 TEAL TEAM--but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a blue team, and an indie team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!
 
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 teal 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.


SCAVENGER HUNT POST

 
I am lucky enough to be hosting
 Amelia Kahaney
on my website!

Amelia Kahaney grew up an easily sunburnt child in San Diego, CA and Hilo, HI. At age 12, self-exiled from surf camp due to lack of coordination, Amelia sought refuge in her local library and spent the rest of her summer filling up yellow legal pads with her first attempts at fiction. After graduating from UC Santa Cruz with a degree in English, she lived in Portland, Oregon and Quetzaltenango, Guatemala before landing in New York City, where she worked a hundred jobs and lived in a dozen apartments before studying fiction writing at Brooklyn College. Amelia's short stories have appeared in Best American Nonrequired ReadingOne Story, Crazyhorse, and other literary magazines. The Brokenhearted, her novel for teens, was published by HarperTeen in 2013 and is now being translated into French, Turkish, Korean and Japanese. It has also been optioned for film by New Line. The book's sequel, The Invisible, will be published in October. Amelia lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and son.



The Brokenhearted Series: THE INVISIBLE     
In the riveting sequel to the reimagined superhero story The Brokenhearted, Anthem Fleet takes on a powerful new villain and makes some startling discoveries about her family and her past that will forever change her.

Taking up where The Brokenhearted ended, the sequel finds Anthem Fleet attempting to return to a normal life after an experimental surgery that left her with a bionic hummingbird heart and a terrifying new strength. But she can’t shake her suspicions about her father’s connection to the Syndicate and she can’t ignore the cries of help in the crime-ridden city of Bedlam. She finds new promise in her relationship with Ford, but after his lifesaving surgery, the Ford Anthem knew slips away.

When a mysterious new group called “The Invisible” starts attacking the privileged North Siders, Anthem has to step up and be the New Hope that Bedlam needs, or Bedlam will fall…once and for all.

Buy the Book Here!
 

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT


How Rose Broke Bad: A Brokenhearted Prequel


 Author’s note: This is an ode to THE BROKENHEARTED's sultriest villain, a woman named Rosie. I had so much fun writing her that I wanted to pick up her story at an earlier point in her messed-up life, specifically the moment where she leaves her conscience behind and takes a step toward who she will later become.

You don’t need to have read THE BROKENHEARTED to enjoy the story, but if you like what you read, check out the book and its sequel, THE INVISIBLE, for more mayhem and madness in Bedlam City. 
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     The date they’d picked for her robbery was Rose’s fourteenth birthday, but she kept this to herself as she trudged across the Bridge of Brotherhood with two Syndicate boys she’d just met and her cousin Yvette, four years older and Rose’s last remaining family member. With her father dead, Rose’s birthday only hurt. And if she said something, Yvette might try to make a big deal of it, which would be horrible. Or she might do nothing at all, which would be even worse. It was better not to take the risk.
     “Stop brooding,” Yvette muttered, bumping shoulders with Rose as they skirted a police checkpoint on the north end of the bridge. “It’ll be easy. I’ll be right there the whole time.”
     Rose nodded and tried not to be terrified. Yvette had gone to the Syndicate at sixteen and was an old hand at it now, cocky and sure of herself, her hair dyed a lurid orange and styled always in two low, tight knots at the back of her head, proudly displaying a SYN tattoo at the nape of her neck.
     It was Yvette that came to get Rose after her father died, sticking her head inside the moldy living room and calling her name just after Rose had opened the last can of beans left from her father’s store downstairs, looters having run off with most everything else. The damp from the flood had worked its way deep into Rose’s lungs by then, and her cough was bad enough to shake her awake at night. So when the cousin she hadn’t seen in years ordered her to pack a bag, Rose did. By then, she was too beaten down to do anything else.
     “This way,” one of the boys grunted. The foursome turned on Hemlock and headed west along the Midland River. Rose’s face prickled in the October air and she tried to make her mind go blank and hard like she imagined the Syndicate pros did, to prepare somehow for what she was expected to do.
     The shop was sweet and tidy, situated at one end of a quiet, curving street in the kind of nice neighborhood that didn’t exist anymore south of the river. It had a red awning that said GREENGROCER and was the kind of place Rose’s father, Brill, would have admired. He often talked about moving north as soon as business picked up in the little store attached to their tumbledown house in the Lowlands, a place now so empty and decrepit after the floods and riots that people had started calling it the Deadlands.
     “You sure this is it?” Rose stalled. The shop was a small business, not a giant Megamart like Yvette had told her to expect. Her confidence that she could do this had never been high, but standing in front of the place, she was suddenly certain she couldn’t go through with it.
     The two boys, meant to act as witnesses and lookouts, both nodded. One of them—Rose thought his name might be Ray, or was it Jay?—spat on the sidewalk. The other one stifled a yawn.
      “Moe changed it this morning,” Yvette shrugged, referring to the pimply kid in charge of new recruits back at the squat. When he’d handed out Rose’s assignment, she’d stared at the floor. This was her go-to stance since moving to the squat in the old mall a month before. Look at the floor and nobody will notice how scared you are. Look at the floor and nobody will hurt you. Look at the floor and it’s almost like you’re not really here at all.
      “Too many guards at the big stores now,” Ray/Jay cut in. Bedlam City had been plagued by food and medicine shortages after the floods, and the larger chain stores had begun to hire barely-trained guards with Uzis to act as guards. The smaller shops couldn’t pay for such luxuries.
     Rose peeked through the immaculately clean shop window at the woman behind the counter. Her greying hair was tucked under a kerchief, her veined hands busy snapping beans and putting them into plastic bags. The woman looked as if she worked night and day to keep the produce nicely stacked, to dust the small packets of medicine and toiletries kept behind the counter, to place with care the loaves of bread, the lettuces, the boxes of cookies. Everything was arranged in a soothing order. Rose had been raised by Brill to appreciate the sanctity of items on shelves, the near-holiness of a clean shop, the rightness of exchanging money for goods.
     She shot a pleading look at Yvette. There’s no way I can do this, the look said.
     As if understanding her, Yvette grabbed her hand, jerked her toward the entrance. “Just like we talked about. Use your blade. They won’t hurt you. It looks bad, killing a girl.”
      “Easiest assignment ever,” one of the boys muttered. “You’re so lucky.”
      Rose snorted. She used to think of herself as lucky. She was a South Side girl with stability, which was rare. She had a dad, and he had an income. But the floods got rid of the income and the riots had gotten rid of her dad. She wasn’t lucky anymore. Her mind flashed on the day the flood hit their house, she and Brill bailing out the freezing water from the store, two of her stuffed animals she hadn’t seen in years floating incongruously in the scummy green water, knee-high, then waist-high, sloshing all the way past the counter. She still smelled mold in her clothes, in her hair. Still heard Brill’s hacking cough in the weeks following, while the neighborhood emptied out and he insisted they stay and try to fix the store. 
     They stayed through the food shortages, through their neighbors—their customers—fleeing the neighborhood by the truckload. But still, Rose remained lucky. Until the riots, Rose had been a lucky girl indeed.
      Rose moved from the window to the doorway of the store, Yvette at her side.
     “Get your blade ready,” Yvette hissed in her ear, moving behind her toward the shop. “And stop thinking about Brill.”
      Rose clutched the blade in her pocket and walked in, her eyes glued to the old woman, who was beautiful, who had made the store beautiful. Brill would have appreciated the seamless way the produce led to the dry goods, the abundance of produce piled neatly in the straw baskets.
      But Rose wasn’t here to admire the shop. Her job was to get the contents of the register. If she did it, she was in. The Syndicate would make sure she was taken care of, fed, and trained. There was a clear trajectory to it, Yvette had explained. You started as a runner and moved up from there, always paid enough so you could eat, always given opportunities to earn more. And most importantly, once she joined, Yvette emphasized, she would always have what Yvette called “a family.”
     This was what Rose needed most of all. After Brill died, she’d stayed on, alone in their moldering house with no electricity, no phone, eating from cans, petrified and lost. She might still be sitting in rotting living room right now if Yvette hadn’t come to take her away.
      Rose moved closer to the register where the woman sat, her heart thudding, the blade sweaty in her palm. Rows upon rows of chewing gum and candies lined the shelf in front of the counter, Rose’s vision blurred with panic so that the colors of the packages bled together. A store should be orderly, like the way we want the world to be, her father often said. That’s how this store was. Orderly, maintained with love.
      “Can I help you?” the woman asked. There was kindness in her voice, the question itself something Rose had been trained to say from age seven, when she was first allowed to mind the store if Brill had to do inventory in the back.
       Rose began to shake. This wasn’t her at all. She thought about turning around and leaving, sailing out into the October afternoon. It wasn’t too late to be a good person.
      But then a young man in the back looked up from the frozen foods he was cataloging. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he assessed the girls. “You all want something?”
     I’m a good person, Rose thought, perversely indignant though she had no right to be. After all, she was here to rob him. I’m a shopkeeper’s daughter. But how was he supposed to know that?
     “Say it,” Yvette ordered her, teeth clenched in a tight smile. “Go to the counter and do it. Has to be you.”
     The woman’s eyes traveled from Rose’s face to her worn shirt with its ragged collar, her sweater coated in a thin layer of grime. The marks of poverty were on her now, Rose realized. The woman had something in her hand below the counter. She might already be pushing buttons on a phone, summoning the police. And this was how it would be forever now for Rose, a torrent of realizations clicking together now. She was poor, from the flooded side of town, the stench of mold impossible to get out of her clothes, off her skin. It didn’t matter whose daughter she was, because her father was dead. She was a nobody who had nothing. And even though it wasn’t fair, even thought she’d been a good daughter, had done everything right, nothing would change these facts. The house in the Lowlands was worth nothing now, after the floods. She’d used up what money she could scrape together on Brill’s burial. There were only two options for her survival--the Syndicate or the South Side Home for Orphaned Youth, rumored to keep kids locked in with an electric fence. There was no way Rose was going there.  
     The man moved closer to them, a heavy glass bottle in one of his hands, a broom handle clutched in the other.
     “Drop the phone,” Rose blurted out, shocked that she’d actually said it. She moved toward the woman with her blade out, waving it, jabbing it wildly over the counter. “Open the register.”
      And then it was like Yvette told her it would be. The woman nodded and swallowed, placing her phone on the counter and pushing the NO SALE button Rose had pushed a million times herself to get to the till. Yvette threw a canvas duffel bag onto the counter as the man ran toward them, the bottle raised in his fist.
      “Gonna have to do better than that,” Rose heard Yvette say behind her. Then there was the distinct click of a gun being cocked.
      “Fill it,” Rose barked, not recognizing her own voice, not daring to turn around and see Yvette’s gun, terrified it would go off. The woman’s beautiful hands gathered up the bag, moving far too slowly. “Faster!”
     To her right, Rose saw the man back up a step, his nostrils flared with fury.
    “They’ll be here any second,” he growled. “Best leave now before it escalates.”
     Rose understood this to mean leave before the cops kill you. Wasn’t that exactly what happened to her father, who’d only gone downstairs to lock up the store when the mob of angry South Siders filled the street? Who, encountering Uzis aimed at innocent people, had tried to reason with helmeted riot police and wound up paying for that mistake with his life?
     Rose had watched from the window, ordered by Brill to stay inside.
     She’d screamed at him to back away, but Brill thought he could reason with the police. Because her father believed in the law above all else, and that unshakeable belief brought a cop’s metal baton down upon her father’s tender head with the hideous, indelible sound of a watermelon dropping from the back of a truck.
     Yvette’s reply came just as the sound of distant sirens reached them. “We’ll be gone before they get here.”
     “Zip it up,” Rose yelled at the woman, seeing only her father’s open eyes staring up at her from the street. The sirens penetrated her senses enough so that she took the bag and slung it over her shoulder, backing out of the store with the blade in front of her, Yvette at her side.
     Outside the shop, the two boys perked up, no longer bored. “Nice and clean,” they grinned.
     “You did good,” Yvette said, slapping Rose on the back and sticking the gun back in her jacket pocket. “Now we run.”
     Legs pumping, lungs on fire, Rose ran. A few blocks away, a white van idled, SYN spray-painted on the bumper. When they piled in, Rose realized she was smiling. For the first time in a while, she felt something other than dread.
    "Told you you’d like it,” Yvette said once they were in the van.
 Rose wasn’t sure if she liked it, but suddenly it didn’t matter. Because she’d won. She was protected now.
      “You’ll get good at it, take to it like a duck takes to water,” Yvette had promised her a week ago. Rose blushed, hearing this. Yeah right, she’d thought. But now, speeding over the flooded river back toward the ruined half of the city she was unlucky enough to call home, Rose believed that she might.
       The date Moe had chosen at random was perfect, she saw. Because her life would forever cleave at the moment in the little shop when she stopped being Brill’s grieving, helpless daughter and started to become someone else entirely. Someone brave and mean and strong.
     “Want to hear something funny?” Rose clutched the bag of cash and leaned toward Yvette, who nodded in the back of the van. “Today’s my birthday.”

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

CONTINUE THE HUNT

To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author! SARAH STOMP


BONUS BONUS BONUS.

Leave a comment on this blog and I'll make a random number draw for a signed THE TRUTH ABOUT US and a BRAVE MONKEY keychain!!


110 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for the giveaway! I'm having so much fun with YASH omg.

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  2. Thanks for the giveaway! This is my first time doing YASH and I'm having a blast!!!

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  3. Thank you for the giveaway! I love sock monkeys. They are just so cute!!!

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  4. BRAVE MONKEYS HO!!! Idk why I said that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Excited to read your newest book. <3

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  5. Cute monkeys! Thanks for the giveaway!! n__n

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  6. Thanks for the chance to win!!
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  8. Thanks for the giveaway! I love monkeys.

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  9. These YASH posts are so fun!
    Thanks for the giveaway! If it's open internationally I'd like to be entered.

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  10. Thanks for the giveaway. Same here, if its open internationally then I'll would like to enter. I am looking forward to reading The Truth About Us! It seems like an awesome book.

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  11. Thank you for this amazing chance! I've been eyeing The Truth About Us for a while now.. can't wait! ♥ Having so much fun at this year's YASH! :)

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  12. Thank you for this amazing chance! I've been eyeing The Truth About Us for a while now.. can't wait! ♥ Having so much fun at this year's YASH! :)

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  13. Thanks for the chance, the key chains are cute!

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  14. Thanks for the amazing giveaway! Hope it's international :)

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  15. I love YASH and these keychains are adorable!!

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  16. Thanks for the giveaway! I've been looking forward to reading this book for a while now. :)

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  17. Thank you for the giveaway! I love the YA Scavenger Hunt! And oh my goodness, the key chains are so cute!!! :)

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  18. Thanks so much for being part of the YASH! I love meeting new authors and their books :)

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  19. Thank you for the giveaway. Entering from a sunny South Africa :)

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  20. Thank you for the giveaway, and Sock Monkey has been one of my favorite things since I was little! :)

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  21. Thank you for the bonus giveaway! :D

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  22. Hi! YASH is so much fun!

    Thank you for the giveaway. :)

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  23. loving the sound of your book, think i need to add it to my 'to-read' list.

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  24. Your book sounds amazing!!! Can't wait to check it out!! Now, on with the hunt!!!

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  25. Thank you for the giveaway love the sock monkeys are so cute!!!

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  26. YASH is the best giveaway hop ever! Thank you for the giveaway

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  27. YASH is so much fun! Me and my friends are having a great time. Thanks for the giveaway!

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  28. Thank you so much for hosting an additional giveaway on top of YASH!! I love YASH season :) , the exclusive content is always a treat!

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  29. Thanks for the giveaway! The sock monkeys are so cute! And I can't wait to start reading The Truth About Us, which I have on hold at my library. :)

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  30. I would love to read The Truth About Us. Looks like a great read. Love the sock monkeys

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  31. Cannot wait to read The Truth About Us. Thanks for participating in the scavenger hunt. Having a wonderful time doing this.

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  32. Thanks for the amazing opportunity!YASH is great :)

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  33. OMG those are the cutest little monkeys ever!!!
    Thank you for the giveaway and for participating in YASH!

    Melissa H.

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  34. They are adorable!!!! Thanks for being a stop in the YA Scavenger hunt!

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  35. YASH is so exciting!! Thanks so much for this extra giveaway! :D

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  36. Eeeep! <3 How adorable!! Thank you for being a part of YASH!

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  37. Those monkeys are adorable and the book sounds amazing!

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  38. Me want a monkey!!! Lovely and unique!!

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  39. They are so cute!! Thank you for taking part in this scavenger hunt!!

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  40. I absolutely love the Monkeys! Thanks for participating in YASH

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  41. Thanks for the extra giveaway! :)

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  42. I love the extra giveaway. Thank you for adding to the fun. superstarkb(at)yahoo.com

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  43. Thanks for the chance! This is my first YASH and I was surprised by all the extra giveaways! I'm hoping I can at least win something out of all if these!

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  44. I'm so gonna be doing all of these last minute! ...but the sock monkey is so cute and tempting, that I *will* do it!

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  45. Thanks for the great giveaway!! :)

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  46. I just loved the brave monkey keychain!!! Thanks a lot for the opportunity :D

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  47. What an awesome giveaway! Thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into this scavenger hunt. I know it's lots of work but it is something I look forward to every year. It is so much fun and I love discovering new authors and books to read!!! Thanks again and ... the monkeys are soooo cute!!! :)

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  49. Thanks for the giveaway ! Does it open internationnally ? I would like to enter...

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  50. That monkey is so adorable! I'm so excited that I heard about YASH in time to participate!

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  51. Thank you so much for the giveaway! I'm having so much fun with #YASH! ;)
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  52. Thank you so much for the great giveaway!

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  53. Thank you for the giveaway! #YASH is so much fun!

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  54. Thanks for the awesome giveaway and it is great to see so many authors participating this time around!!

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  55. Thanks for the giveaway

    Megan @ reading away the days

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  56. Thanks for the giveaway! #YASH

    Parneet

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  57. Thanks for the giveaway, Janet! HUGE fan of your books- especially 16 Things I thought Were True:)

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  58. Thanks for the giveaway and for being a part of YASH. I love reading YA and this hunt is a great way to find authors that are new to me - Sharon

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    1. Hi Gracie! You're the winner!!!
      Can you email me at write4me at shaw.ca so I can send you the prize!

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  59. Thank you for this chance! So excited to eventually read this book, and hopefully this contest will get me one step closer:)

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  60. Thanks for the giveaway! The monkey is too cute!

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  61. Thank you for being awesome and participating in the YASH this spring! I love when it rolls around!

    Also, thank you for the book (and monkey) opportunity!

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  62. Cool!! Thank you for the chance! Hope to finally read your book by winning! :) I don't see them in stores where I am :(

    Liezl

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  63. Thanks for hosting. Keeping my fingers crossed.

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  64. Thank you so much for participating in #YASH! And also, thanks so much for this extra giveaway. It's very kind of you. :-)

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  65. Great post! Thanks for participating in the YASH and for the awesome giveaway! xo

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  66. The YASH posts are so much fun! Great post and thank you for the giveaway!

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  67. fun hunt

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  68. Thanks for the giveaway and for being in YASH

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  69. Thank you for participating in the YASH and for hosting your own giveaway. I hope to be able to read one of your books soon! :)

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  70. Thank you for hosting this giveaway and participating in YASH! Have a nice day! :D

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  71. Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

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  72. Thanks for doing a bonus giveaway! I love the monkey keychains :)

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  73. Thank you for the giveaway! And awwwwww, the monkeys are so adorableeeee.

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  74. Thanks for giving me a chance to be in the giveaway! :)

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  75. I'm loving this scavenger hunt! It's so much fun :)

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  76. I love the scavenger hunt, and it's even more awesome that you do your own giveaway!

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  77. I've never actually read the Brokenhearted, but the cover for the Invisible is awesome!

    ohdangmandy.blogspot.com

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  78. Thanks for taking part in YASH, it's been awesome fun! And thanks for the giveaway - if it's international, please count me in! :-)

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  79. This is reaaly COOL! Thanks for being a part of it!

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  80. Thank you for the giveaway and for participating!

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  81. Thanks for participating in the hunt!

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  82. Thank you for this giveaway!!! Yay YASH!!! :)

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  83. SIGNED THE TRUTH ABOUT US? YES PLEASE!!! Thank you for this awesome giveaway!!!

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  84. Yasss!! Thanks for this awesome giveaway! And for participating in YASH! :D

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  85. Thank you for the awesome bonus contest!

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  86. Thank you for the extra giveaway!

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  87. Ever since my daughters and I read I'M NOT HER, you've been our "insta-buy." :-) I'd love to be included in your extra giveaway. kmaccarron (at) gmail (dot com). Thanks so much!

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  88. Oh my goodness, those keychains are so cute. :3 Thank you for participating in YASH and hosting an extra giveaway!

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  89. Wow, thanks for the bonus contest!

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  90. These are too cute!

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  91. Woah look at all those monkeys cute!! :D

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  92. love the monkeys! and would love the book, too. :)

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