Wednesday, November 28, 2012

YA Scavenger Hunt: @yaednah_walters #mustread #YAromance #Teenbooks

Oooh, this is exciting. I'm doing this for the first time, so it's kind of fun and at the same time intimidating. Here goes:
Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt!

If you are stuck, go HERE

You are on TEAM RED. The GOAL is to find Each author's favorite number during each TEAM RED stop, then add the numbers up, getting a larger number, then enter the number HERE to win the GRAND PRIZE

Did I mention that YA Scavenger 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?



Today, I am hosting Alexandra Monir on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt! What a gifted author. Participating in this hunt has been wonderful because I got to meet such wonderful authors.

BIO:  At the age of 25, author and recording artist Alexandra Monir released her debut young adult novel, Timeless. The book caught on quickly, with naming it one of the "Best Books of the Month" for January 2011,
and Barnes & Noble featuring the title in their "Top Teen Picks." The book went on to hit the Barnes & Noble Teen Bestsellers chart, and has been featured in a variety of media, from popular teen websites to The Huffington Post. Alexandra is currently writing the sequel, which publishes in December 2012.

Alexandra also integrated original music into the novel's pages, writing two songs for the book, which she recorded with producer Michael Bearden (musical director of Michael Jackson's last concert, This Is It). The songs were released on iTunes as a supplement to the book.

Alexandra currently resides in Los Angeles, California, where she is at
work on further projects as a writer and singer

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book here! Visit her HERE and you can buy her book HERE.



This sequel to Timeless combines breathtaking romance with a tale of complex magic in a sequel that will have every reader believing in the transcendent power of love.

When Philip Walker appears as a new student in Michele Windsor's high school class, she is floored. He is the love she thought she lost forever when they said goodbye during her time travels last century. Overjoyed that they can resume the relationship they had a lifetime ago, Michele eagerly approaches him and discovers the unthinkable: he doesn't remember her. In fact, he doesn't seem to remember anything about the Philip Walker of 1910.

Michele then finds her father's journals, which tell stories of his time-traveling past. As she digs deeper, she learns about his entanglement with a mysterious and powerful organization called the Time Society and his dealings with a vengeful Windsor ancestor. Michele soon finds herself at the center of a rift over 120 years in the making, one whose resolution will have life-or-death consequences.




By Alexandra Monir

Publishing January 8, 2013; Random House





Walter and Dorothy Windsor lingered over their afternoon tea, peacefully unaware that the one they feared had stolen through the gates to their home. As Walter thumbed through the New York Times and Dorothy hummed along to the symphony echoing from the nearby radio, the girl in black strode up the white stone steps and turned the knob of the front door, unseen by the Windsor Mansion’s household staff. While her footsteps echoed through the Grand Hall, Walter sweetly reached over to touch his wife’s cheek. It had been so long since they’d been happy, and now, with their granddaughter finally in their lives, it seemed they might be getting a second chance.

Suddenly the library doors swung open, and all the light left the room. Dorothy let out a strangled scream, clutching Walter’s hand. Hot tea streamed painfully onto Walter’s legs as he knocked over his cup in shock. For a moment the only sound was the frenzied crescendo of the piano and strings from the symphony playing on the radio, until Walter found his voice.

“Rebecca,” he gasped.

The door slammed shut and Rebecca Windsor stalked toward them, her mouth curved in a knowing, mirthless smile. Even as Dorothy cowered in her husband’s arms, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Rebecca, unable to fathom how a woman long dead could so realistically appear to be herself at age seventeen. She looked just like her chilling portrait from the Windsor family album of 1888, with the same angular pale face, steely dark eyes, and black hair piled onto her head in a fashion that accentuated her sharp, unwelcoming features. The folds of her voluminous Victorian dress swathed around her like drapes of armor. She looked terrifyingly alive, yet there was a translucence to her appearance that made her almost inhuman.

“Why are you here?” Dorothy burst out, her voice thick with tears. “We did everything you asked—you said it would keep her safe, but you lied! Our daughter is dead because of you!” Her whole body shook with agony as she remembered the last time she had seen Rebecca, and the horrors that had followed.

“You failed,” Rebecca said coldly. “You failed to keep Marion away from Irving, and that is the reason why she is dead, and why we now have Michele on our hands. You were supposed to prevent the girl from being born, not bring her into my house to live!” Her voice rose with fury.

“This hasn’t been your house in over a hundred years, Rebecca,” Walter shot back. “It’s our home now, and we are the only family Michele has. She will live with us for as long as she likes.”

“The only family she has? You must be forgetting her father,” Rebecca hissed. “Now that you’ve gone and brought her to New York, it’s only a matter of time before she finds him. The girl has inherited Irving’s talent.” She spat out the word.

Walter and Dorothy stared at each other, aghast.

“Yes, that’s right. She’s gone into the past and made a mess of things. Just as her father sought to destroy my life and took your daughter from you, Michele too is leaving carnage in her wake. Didn’t I tell you what happens to children born from crossed times?” Rebecca’s voice lowered to a deceptively silky tone. “The only remedy is to alter the past. Michele must not exist. It’s time for us to work together again.”

Dorothy covered her mouth with her hand as if she were going to be sick.

“We won’t hurt our granddaughter,” Walter snapped.

“It doesn’t have to hurt. If you follow my instructions, Michele will simply vanish, as if she’d never been born. What’s more, you will have your daughter back.” Rebecca’s voice lilted as she dangled the carrot before them. “After all, without Irving and Michele, Marion would still be alive today. Wouldn’t she?”

“Stop it!” Dorothy sobbed. “Stop torturing us. We trusted you once, and it was a terrible mistake. Why are you doing this?”

“That man took everything from me!” Rebecca shouted, her face contorting into a monstrous mask of rage. “I won’t stop until there is nothing left of him.”

Suddenly, a loud crack sounded in the room. Rebecca reached up in alarm, grabbing at her face, but it was too late. The youthful layers of skin began to peel off, disappearing piece by piece as they fell to the floor, leaving behind a pockmarked skeleton of a face crumpled with wrinkles. Her body shriveled and shrank, a tall teenage frame transforming into that of a grotesque old woman in her last breath of life. Dorothy buried her face into Walter’s shoulder, horrified by the sight, but simultaneously feeling a flicker of relief as she remembered from years ago that Rebecca was forced to slink back from where she’d come when her youthful fa├žade faded. Only this time, Rebecca’s face betrayed no hint of defeat.

“Seven days,” she said, her mouth stretching into a chilling smile. “That’s how long I must endure being separated from my physical body—that’s how long I’m forced to live like a ghost. It may be painful, but it’s hardly any time at all.” She leaned forward, a malicious glint in her eyes. “All I have to do is remain in your time for seven days, and then I’ll have achieved my full human form and Visibility here in this century. Do you know what that means?” Her now-elderly voice filled with hate. “It means that everyone, not just you two fools, will be able to see me, and when they look upon me they will find a perfect girl of seventeen. It means that I will have human strength once again, combined with my power as a Timekeeper. In seven days, I can kill Michele myself. Just like that.” Her eyes narrowed. “The choice is yours. Do you want your granddaughter killed—or do you want her to simply disappear, as if she never even existed? You know what needs to be done, and you must decide quickly. As I said . . . seven days is hardly any time at all. I’ll be seeing you then.”

Rebecca’s image wavered above them before disappearing into a spinning wind. Walter and Dorothy clung to each other, their faces stricken.

“What are we going to do?” Dorothy whispered.

Walter didn’t answer.

                                                *                       *                       *

 Michele Windsor dreamt of an antique grand piano in a gilded music room. At first the piano stood alone—but moments later Philip appeared, seated behind the instrument with his fingers resting contentedly on the keys. He began a bluesy ragtime piece, his signet ring catching the light as he played with a passion that could bring chills to even the most callous of people. He seemed to be asking a question as he played, hoping to find the answer in the melody.

Michele stepped out of her shadowy corner of the room and caught Philip’s eye. His face lit up and he gave her his slow, familiar grin, changing the tune to the song he always played for her, Schubert’s Serenade. Michele sat beside him, and after finishing the song, he raised her hand to his lips.

“Didn’t I tell you I would find you again?” he whispered.

Michele smiled and tilted her face toward his, tingling in anticipation of his kiss. In this moment, he was all that existed.


                                    *                                   *                                   *


Michele awoke from the dream, her body still warm from his touch. The sensation of cold linoleum prickled against her skin and she realized with confusion that she had somehow ended up on the floor.

“She’s awake!” a familiar voice cried out in relief. It took Michele a couple of moments, but she recognized the voice as belonging to her closest friend in New York, Caissie Hart. She felt strong hands gripping her shoulders and glanced up to see Ben Archer, one of the jock stars of the junior class, pulling her up to a sitting position.

“Michele, can you hear us?” Ben asked urgently.

“Wha—happened?” Michele managed to croak, her throat feeling like sandpaper.

“You passed out,” came the deep voice of Mr. Lewis, Michele’s history teacher. He stood above her, his face creased with concern. Through her blurred vision, Michele could make out the rest of the class crowding around behind him, all of them eyeing her curiously. She felt her face redden in embarrassment. It was bad enough being the new girl with the famous last name; now she  could add “the girl who randomly faints in the middle of class” to her list of attributes. She had a feeling the stares and whispers were going to follow her even more than usual.

“It happened right after the new guy arrived,” Caissie whispered in Michele’s ear, giving her a funny look.

With a jolt, Michele remembered the boy who had walked into class minutes before. He’d been the spitting image of Philip Walker, bearing the same name and even wearing his ring. It couldn’t have been him, Michele thought desolately. I must have imagined that the new guy was Philip. Still, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she looked up, secretly hoping that Philip Walker might be somewhere among her classmates.

She immediately saw a lone figure standing off to the side. Michele gasped, covering her face with her hands in shock. She peered through her fingers, and he was still there—Philip. Time momentarily stood still as Michele’s disbelieving mind drank in every detail, from his beautiful piercing blue eyes to the thick dark hair that she had once run her fingers through,, the tall and strong body that had held her close, and the lips that sent shivers down her spine with every touch. She hadn’t been imagining things—it was him! But how could he possibly be here, in Michele’s own time?

Weary from fainting, she tried to stand up but found that she could barely raise herself off the floor. Her body seemed frozen, but she could feel a hot current of electricity coursing through her.

“Philip,” she murmured, reaching out her hand. A few of the students snickered, while Ben turned to her with a bewildered look; Michele barely noticed. She stared at the resurrected Philip Walker, who inexplicably ignored her outstretched hand, not coming any closer. But he was watching her, his eyes searching.

“I’m going to take Michele to the nurse’s office,” said Caissie, hoisting her up to her feet. “I think that fall made her loopy.”

“I’ll help you,” Ben offered.

“No,” Caissie said a little too quickly. “We’ll be fine.”

Throughout the exchange Michele was barely present, unable to take her eyes off Philip. She felt an ache from being so close and yet unable to touch him. He was just standing there, making no effort to come near her, and Michele felt her first flare of doubt. What if she was imagining things? Could it be a mere coincidence that he looked just like her Philip, that the two of them shared the same name? But then she remembered the signet ring on his finger—and Michele felt certain that Philip Walker had found a way back to her, just as he had once promised.

Michele tried to protest as Caissie led her out of the classroom, but Mr. Lewis insisted. “You’re not coming back to class until the nurse confirms that you’re all right. I’ll be expecting a note from her.”

Michele didn’t know how she could bring herself to walk away from Philip only minutes after he had inconceivably appeared in her Time. She reluctantly followed Caissie, and as soon as they were in the hall and away from prying eyes, Caissie yanked her into the nearest restroom, her expression rattled.

What just happened in there? I thought you were having a seizure or something! The new guy came in and two seconds later your eyes rolled back and you just . . . fainted.” She lowered her voice. “Was it because of his name?”

Before answering, Michele quickly threw open each of the bathroom stall doors to make sure she and Caissie were alone. When she turned back to Caissie, her friend was staring at her as though contemplating whether Michele might have officially gone off the deep end.

“It’s not just his name, it’s him. Philip is back,” she said breathlessly.

Caissie sighed. “I was afraid that’s what you were thinking. Believe me, I get that it’s a weird coincidence for him to have the same name as your Philip, but that’s all it could possibly be—a coincidence.”

Michele shook her head. “It has to be him, Caissie. He looks exactly like Philip, and not only that, he’s wearing the same ring that Philip Walker gave me in the 1920s, the one you saw me wearing just last month—the ring that I somehow lost!”

“But Michele, you’re the only one who can travel through time. Philip never could,” Caissie gently reminded her. “And if the new guy really is your Philip, then why did he just stand there? It didn’t seem like he knew you at all.”

She swallowed hard. Philip’s return was a miracle—she couldn’t bear the thought that it might not be real. “Maybe he doesn’t want to let on to everyone else that we already know each other? I just need to talk to him. Come on!” With a shot of adrenaline, Michele grabbed Caissie’s hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.

“Wait.” Caissie stopped her. “Didn’t you hear Mr. Lewis? I really do have to take you to the nurse.”

Michele hesitated, and Caissie wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay. He’ll still be here when you get back,” she said with a slight smile.

It was only when they reached the nurse’s office that Michele remembered what she had seen just before fainting: a dark cloaked figure sweeping past the classroom window, seconds after this new Philip’s appearance. Though she didn’t understand why, the sight had frozen her with terror.


Alexandra is giving an ARC of TIMEKEEPER as part of the YASH, so tweet her @TimelessAlex to enter.

And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books and more! To enter, you need to remember the number 18. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the red team and you'll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!



A copy of Awakened and Betrayed swags ( T-shirt, bookbag, mousepad, fridge magnets and bookmarks) shown below
What you can do to win these....

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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

YA SCAVENGER HUNT: GOODIES #YASH #mustread #YAromance #YAbooks @ednahwalters @yaednah_walters

Guess what I'm participating in?! The ah-mazing YA SCAVENGER HUNT.

If you're not familiar with this hunt, here's all you need to know in order to participate: 

This is a really awesome Hunt featuring some of your favorite YA authors. You will get to travel to each of the participating blogs, see exclusive content from your favorite books [Bonus materials: Trailers, excerpts, deleted scenes, etc] PLUS have the opportunity to win several books and perhaps even other prizes!

But enough about that! Everything you'll need to know in order to participate will be included in the post on November 29 when it begins!

This is my FIRST time EVER participating and I'm super excited ! Look at the incredible YA Author Line-Up! 

I'm on Team Red, be sure to check back here & participate in the hunt because I'm going to be giving away a few swag packs, a deleted scene from BETRAYED, book #1 of the Guardian Legacy series  along with the chance to win a copy of AWAKENEDthe prequel to the series and an ARC of HUNTED-book #2, which will out April 2013#. 
Without any further ado, here's a list of the good books you could possibly win! 

Timekeeper (Timeless, #2)


The Hunt will begin this Thursday, November 29th at noon pacific time and will end on Sunday, December 2nd at noon pacific. Mark your calenders, tell your friends and come join in on the fun! There are tons of awesome prizes up for grabs, just in time for the Holidays! Isn't that exciting?!


Here's the Prize I'm Giving away in the Hunt!
A COPY of Awakened and swags, which includes,
a T-shirt, cap, mousepad, bookmarks and fridge magnets.