Welcome to Rush Hunt. A YArush hosted scavenger hunt with exclusive content from a number of published and forthcoming Entranced titles, a huge prize, and loads of fun. Along the scavenger trail you’ll find a mix of YA and NA titles from Entranced Publishing’s Rush imprint.
Look out for these 11 titles!
The excitement starts October 25 and runs through to November 1. So hop along to the blogs on the list below and join in the fun. Each hosting blog will have exclusive content from a single title. If the post isn’t at the top of their blog look for the #RushHunt button in their sidebar, that should link to it. Not only will you get to read / see exclusive content, but there’s also a huge prize. That’s what you’re hunting for! Keep an eye open for the numbered clues in each post. You’ll need these in order to enter for a chance to win a massive stash of prizes.
How It Works...
On each blog you will find a clue, a clearly marked number somewhere in the post. Collect all these numbers from all the participating blogs, and simply add them together. The correct answer grants you entry into the Rafflecopter on the YARush blog for a chance to win some awesome prizes.
Hi All!!! Welcome to my stop on the Rush Hunt! You will find an exclusive excerpt from Forget Me Not by Stacey Nash. It doesn't release until February 17, 2014!!!! and you will find a number Highlighted in RED right before the Blogs participating in the hop. :D
Forget Me Not is the first book in a four book YA adventure series. It is set to release on February 17th. We hope you enjoy this exclusive first look.
Finally, the bike slows, and we pull into the empty parking lot behind Crazy Al’s. I jump off and stride through the backdoor into the store, winding our way between tall piles of junk. Pushing a stack of old magazines out of my way, I silently curse Al. There’s way too much stuff jammed in this tiny space. I know the back of the store isn’t really for public viewing, but still.
Al sits on a wooden stool at the counter with his back to us, blue tweed pants so high on his waist they could double as a shirt. We make our way through the shop, but he doesn’t look up from tinkering with the innards of an ancient cuckoo clock.
“Al, what can you tell me about this brooch?” I slam my palms onto the counter. Springs and parts jump into the air.
“They don’t make ‘em like that anymore, Love,” he says. “One of a kind.”
“Al,” I say, but Dad’s friend doesn’t look up. Pay attention! I rub my thumb over the brooch’s yellow center. Nothing happens. The pendant. My hand darts to it, and I run a thumb over the cool metal, sending a ripple through me like tiny waves from a stone thrown in a pond. Good. It worked.
I hear a sharp gasp, but it’s Will, not Al. Al finally looks up. He scratches his temple, and his brow furrows, registering I’m gone but failing to notice the significance. Seems he missed seeing me vanish. He grimaces at the place where I was and casts a curious glance at Will. Running my finger over the two flowers makes me reappear. Al’s mouth drops open then closes in a tight line. Good. He darts a glance to the doorway, his face a pale mask of shock. “Holy -- it’s one of those.”
My heart stutters, and coldness washes over me. This reaction isn’t good.
Will leans in toward Al. “Have you ever--”
“Quiet, boy.” Al springs to his feet, and the stool topples to the ground. With a few quick strides, he reaches my side and grabs my arm; then he ushers us, like little kids, to the back of the store and up the narrow staircase which leads to his living quarters. If kind, gentle Al has his breeches in a twist, there’s got to be more to this brooch and pendant than I’d thought.
We’re prodded into his sparsely furnished living room. I’ve been here many times before. I’ve watched his old, boxy television, sat in his shabby-looking armchair with my feet on the couch, and even looked through the cabinet full of odds and ends against the back wall. I glance around, nerves dancing in my tummy, spurred by Al’s weird behavior. It’s not like him at all.
He calls out, “Hoi, Bertie, come here.”
Dressed in a purple knit dress, with hair the same color, and fluffy, high-heeled slippers matching the layers of aqua beads around her neck, Al’s wife, Bertie, prances through the door from kitchen. She looks just as crazy as Al, but that’s normal.
Al gestures to the brooch still clutched in my hand. “Show her.”
I hold it out for her to see.
She snatches it from my hand and cradles it close to her chest, then looks up at me with over-round eyes. “Where did you get this?”
“We got it from Al this afternoon.” I frown. “What’s going on?”
Bertie whirls around and wags her finger at Al. “What the hell are you doing, selling one of those?”
“It was lying on the dusty floor, you stupid old bird.” he says. “Of course I thought it was of no consequence.”
“You’ll have them all after us now, you crazy fool.” She hits Al with the damp tea towel she was clutching.
Al dances out of its reach, bouncing from foot to foot, but his eyes sparkle. “It’s been ten years since we’ve seen a cover-up.”
I pat the pendant under my shirt. It’s safe and sound. Should I tell them about it? I’m not sure. Bertie already has the brooch, so maybe. Will gives me a small smile. It wavers. I’m not sure I want to keep it, but I don’t want to bring trouble to Al, either.
I hold out my hand to Bertie. “Please, can I have it back?”
She places the brooch in my hand. I take a deep breath; time to trust Al. “When I used it, the…”
“Yeah, that. A man appeared at my door within minutes. He seemed to know it was there. I think he would’ve killed me to take it.”
Bertie sucks in a sharp breath.
“A scout from The Collective,” Al says.
MY RUSH HUNT # IS 17
From Bows to Books - The Georgia Corbins
Chapter by Chapter - The Sacrificed
New Adult Addiction - Elected
On Emily’s Bookshelf - In Stone
Aussie Owned and Read - Shadow Born
Book-Marks the Spot - Forget Me Not
Lola's Reviews - Sleeper
Brittany and Bianca Blab Books - Adorned
Cosmochicklitan - Elsker
A Life Bound by Books - Vision of Shadows
Reading Rain Blog - Awakenings