New Adult Scavenger Hunt

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Welcome to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired 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! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 96 hours!

Go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There is one contests, and you can enter one or all! 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 New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.


Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors, 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 December 30th, at noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.



Candace Robinson spends her days consumed by words. When she’s not writing stories, she maintains a book review blog. Her life consists of avoiding migraines, admiring Bonsai trees, and living with her husband and daughter in Texas—where it can be forty degrees one day and eighty the next.


CLOUDED BY ENVY by Candace Robinson


Brenik has always been envious of his twin sister, Bray. Growing up as fairy-like creatures, known as bats, everything came easier to Bray. While Brenik spent his time in her shadows, never feeling he was enough. After escaping their world of Laith, and living on Earth for ten years, Brenik attempts to strike a deal with the Stone of Desire to become human. Though true humanity is not an option, he will accept the curse that will alter him to get as close as he can.

Living in a tree trunk for the past year hasn’t been easy for Bray, more so after her brother disappears again. When a human boy and his brother, Wes, find her, a new friendship is struck. Through Wes, Bray learns there can be more to life than waiting within a tree. But worrying over where Brenik has vanished to always remains in the back of her mind.

When Bray reunites with Brenik, she realizes she must help him break the curse after she discovers the need for blood is beginning to overpower him. The curse not only damages those who get close to Brenik, but it could also destroy whatever is blooming between Bray and Wes.


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Bray tossed the note against the tree wall and let out a frustrated sigh. He left again. The drawing from the letter played over in her head: a basic sketch of their tree, and Brenik flying away from it. That meant he would be gone for a while.

            Should I be so desperate for him to stay? Just because I want him to? she thought. Brenik was her brother, and he should be able to go off whenever he wanted. But she was so alone here. Ruth. Bray couldn’t think about her either. Ruth was gone—had been gone for a year.

            This world was supposed to be so much better than Laith and for a time, it was, until it wasn’t. Brenik had been distant since Ruth died, and now Bray was completely alone. She lay back down on her myrtle-green hammock and tilted her head up toward the roof of the tree, staring at the words she and Brenik had carved in the ceiling over the years. Their first word was Junah, so they would always remember her, and the next was Laith, to remind them where they had come from. The last word they carved was Ruth because she had given them everything. Brenik would always stand close by as Bray carved each word with care.

            No new words since then.

            A shuffling sound ripped Bray from her torturous thoughts. It sounded like Ruth was in her garden, but she reminded herself that Ruth would never plant any bushes or flowers again.

            More stirring—the sound of digging—spread through the tree. Bray leaped from the hammock and crept to the edge of the hole to peer out, just as she heard a loud grunt. A shovel struck the ground, and two filthy hands held the tool in his sweaty grip. No shirt, a headful of brown hair that fell past his earlobes, and no face. Well, he did have a face, but Bray couldn’t see it yet.

            Quietly, Bray pulled her small body from the edge and tightened her wings against her back, prepared to flee.

            Though she was practically on her stomach, Bray lifted her head back up to peep out of the hole to get a better look. Natural brown skin reflected the sun’s rays, and the guy was lean with well-defined muscle—but not to the point where it was ridiculous.

            Turning away from Mystery Face, Bray discovered he had a whole garden waiting to be planted: white roses, yellow daisies, and green bushes. She had no idea what the last ones really were, so she would just call them green bushes. Ruth had a beautiful garden once, until everything died, along with her.

            “Hey, I’m heading to school now. I’ll see you after,” a voice called from farther away. Bray’s gaze automatically turned to the back of the house where a small boy—who must have been about seven—stood. Bray was not very good at guessing ages, so maybe he was six. She wasn’t sure. He had a haircut that looked like a bowl sat on the top of his head with the hair parted and split smoothly down the center. It wasn’t as bad as some of the hairstyles she had seen when she used to watch TV with Ruth and Brenik, though. The boy’s baggy striped shirt fell to his knees, almost the same length as his shorts, hiding the remainder of his thin upper arms and legs.

            “Okay, Lu. Do you want me to drive you today?” Mystery Face twisted his neck to look over his shoulder at the little kid. Not a mystery anymore. He had a nice face that matched the kid’s younger one. Might be about twenty-five, possibly had the kid a little young, she decided.

            “No, I like the walk.” The kid smiled wildly and shifted the backpack on his shoulder.

            Nice Face set down the shovel and walked closer to the kid. “You sure, Luca? I’m about to head off to work, and it’s on the way.”

            “I got this. I gotta learn to take care of myself.”

            Nice Face’s expression turned into not such a nice face. “Someone bothering you at school?”

            “No, just gotta impress.” The boy’s—who Nice Face had called Luca—wild smile became a bit tamer and practically said there was no bullying to worry about.

            “O—kay,” Nice Face said almost skeptically, studying the kid for a few extra seconds. His tight shoulders seemed to relax a fraction. “Well, I’ll be home around four, so see you then. Love you.”

            “Love you, too.” Luca pivoted on his heels and gave Nice Face a tilt of the head goodbye.

            Nice Face picked the shovel back up off the ground and resumed his digging. Bray wondered where the mom was—probably already at work. Ruth’s house had been sitting there for a long time with a for sale sign in the front yard until about a month ago. Bray guessed the new family was finally there and must have moved in the day before.

            Growing bored of watching the guy dig holes, Bray crawled away from the open space and stood. She crashed down on the hammock, letting it sway her back and forth. What is on the list of things for me to do today? she wondered. Oh, that’s right, my usual—sleep. If Brenik was there, they would probably just sit in silence—at least that was better than being completely alone.

To enter the giveaway, you need to know that my lucky book number, 8.

Add up all the lucky numbers of the authors and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!


To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, D.L. Pitchford, click –> HERE!


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