Thursday, February 23, 2012

Gretchen McNeil's TEN Cover Reveal Scavenger Hunt!

I know why you're here...

Today is the last day in the scavenger hunt for Gretchen McNeil's cover reveal for TEN. Which also means that I have the last clue!

Here's the deal about TEN: In case you didn't already know this, I sorta have this thing for serial killers.  Okay, not a thing-thing, but I kinda dig books about them. And movies and TV shows.  (And, yes, I get how that makes me sound.)

So Gretchen has this book coming out called TEN, about ten kids trapped on an island with, you guessed it, a killer.  I adored her first book, POSSESS, but come on, this one is soooo right up my alley!

And if that didn't convince you, here's the official synopsis:

And their doom comes swiftly.

It was supposed to be the weekend of their lives – three days on Henry Island at an exclusive house party. Best friends Meg and Minnie each have their own reasons for wanting to be there, both of which involve Kamiak High’s most eligible bachelor, T.J. Fletcher. But what starts out as a fun-filled weekend turns dark and twisted after the discovery of a DVD with a sinister message: Vengeance is mine.

Suddenly, people are dying and the teens are cut off from the outside world. No electricity, no phones, no internet, and a ferry that isn’t scheduled to return for two days. As the deaths become more violent and the teens turn on each other, can Meg find the killer before more people die? Or is the killer closer to her than she could ever imagine?

And for those of you keeping score, my clue for the scavenger hunt is: VIVIAN 

Your next step (and this is the last one, mind you!), is to head on over to Me, Myshelf, and I tomorrow (Friday, February 24th), where not only do you get to see the brand-spanking-new cover for TEN (!!!), but you'll also enter all the clues you've collected for your chance to win the one and only annotated copy of the galley pages for the book. (You can see all the official rules and start collecting all ten clues on Gretchen's blog.)

How. Cool. Is. That??? 

You can also add TEN to your Goodreads shelf here.

Wanna know more about Gretchen McNeil? (I know you do...) 
Gretchen McNeil is an opera singer, writer and clown. Her YA horror/paranormal POSSESS debuted with Balzer + Bray for HarperCollins in 2011. Her second novel, TEN – YA horror/suspense about ten teens trapped on a remote island with a serial killer – will be released September 18, 2012. Gretchen is a former coloratura soprano, the voice of Mary on G4's Code Monkeys and she currently sings with the LA-based circus troupe Cirque Berzerk. Gretchen is also a founding member of the vlog group YARebels where she can be seen as "Monday." 

Good luck, you guys...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Check Out All The Cool Places I'll Be...(Tour News!)

I’m thrilled to finally announce that I’ll be a part of HarperTeen’s upcoming Dark Days of Supernatural Tour with authors Dan Wells (PARTIALS) and Jill Hathaway (SLIDE)! This of course means that I’ll be in a town near you very soon...assuming you live anywhere near these places, which I really hope you do!  And if not, can you say Family Road Trip?  What a great excuse to pack up the kiddos, the dog and the cat, and hit the open road.  There will be lots and lots of goodie giveaways, fabulous prizes, and a mountain of cookies!  (Okay, so I’m not 100% sure about the cookies, but how cool would that be?!?!)   

And if a mountain of delicious cookies (maybe...maybe not...) isn’t enough to entice you to come out, then I’m sure these fabulous bookstores are: 
First up is Dayton, Ohio, where I've never, ever (did I mention never?) been before! 

Wednesday, April 18th
Books & Co
4453 Walnut Street
Dayton, OH   45440

Second is Chicago (or rather Naperville), where I've been twice already and love-love. Like, I-could-kiss-you-all-in-Naperville kind of love. 

Thursday, April 19th
Anderson’s Bookshop
123 West Jefferson
Naperville, IL 60540

And lastly, Boston. BOSTON! I've never been there either!!!
Friday, April 20th
Barnes & Noble                                
98 Middlesex Turnpike
Burlington, MA

I’ll also be in Chicago for Romanic Times (where The Last Echo will be available almost an entire week early!), and in Portland, Oregon at Powell’s on April 24th. Check out my Event's Page for all the tedious details, like times and dates and stuff. might be too soon to say for sure, but we’re in the (early) planning stages of a signing in London in the near future.  Since I’ve never been before, I couldn’t be more excited!  As soon as I know, you will too!   

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Little Violet and Jay for Valentine's Day...

In honor of Valentine's Day, here's a little teaser from The Last Echo: 

Jay grinned, reaching for one of the cups. Violet sat down on the curb, just like they used to do as kids, and lifted her straw to her lips.
“I’m glad you came,” he said, serious now, following her lead and dropping onto the curb beside her.
Violet leaned against him, just enough so their shoulders were touching, and felt a different kind of spark, the kind forged from years of connection. This was where she belonged. This was where she should always be. With Jay.
“So how was your appointment? With the shrink?” He was frowning as he looked down at her, his lips already turning red. His face creased with worry.
“It was good,” she said, taking a long pull from her own straw and swirling the sweet, syrupy ice around her tongue. “It—it helped to talk to him.” She didn’t tell Jay about the pills Dr. Lee had given her, the ones in her pocket, pressed against her thigh at this very moment. Pills felt like failure to her. Like admitting she couldn’t handle this on her own. That willpower wasn’t enough . . . even though, clearly, it wasn’t. “But, you know, I still don’t feel great. I was hoping that seeing you might make things . . .” A tiny smile tugged at her lips as she shrugged. “. . . better,” she finished.
She knew he’d understand what she was telling him: that the echo of the dead girl was weighing on her still.
After a hesitant pause, Jay set the wax-coated cup on the sidewalk next to him. He leaned down and pressed the barest whisper of a kiss against the top of Violet’s dark curls. Despite the icy sensation of his lips, heat unfurled in Violet’s belly, licking through her. “I hate this, you know.” Absently, he reached for her hand, lifting it and flipping it over as he studied her palm. His thumb ran along the grooves there, and then his eyes moved up to meet hers. “I hate that you have to do all this without me. Maybe it would be better if you spent less time there . . . with them.”
Violet wished he’d just say it, what he really meant. “He’s not that bad, Jay. He’s just trying to help.” She knew that neither of them was talking about Dr. Lee now. This was about Rafe.
She looked at him, taking in a face that was almost more familiar to her than her own. His golden features, his warm eyes, his slightly too-long hair with the faintest curls dropping past the tops of his ears and brushing his neck. He looked so hurt, so vulnerable, and she blamed herself.
He touched her cheek; his hand was as cool as his lips had been. “I just worry that he’s careless. I don’t know if I trust him, Vi.”
“He saved me once. What more do you want?”
“I want to know that he’d protect you the way I would if something happens. That he has your best interests in mind.” And then he sighed, a ragged, defeated sound. He ran his hand through his already rumpled hair. “That’s a lie. I want my girlfriend to stop spending so much time with another guy. I wanna know that you two don’t share some sort of bond because of what you can do. But what I really want is to know that he doesn’t have feelings for you.”
Violet was speechless. She had no idea how—or what—to say to any of that. She could defend her relationship with Rafe by saying that they only worked together, but it wouldn’t matter. Partly because she’d be lying. Of course they shared a bond, one Jay could never truly understand. And she certainly wasn’t going to quit the team because of that.
But it was that last part, the thing about Rafe having feelings for her that really made her pause. Rafe didn’t like her, not in the way Jay meant.
Fortunately for Violet, she didn’t have to speak because Jay wasn’t finished yet. “But, honestly, you know what bothers me more than anything?” She shook her head, and he continued, his voice so low it sounded like a whisper rumbling up from his heart. “It’s that I can’t do anything for you when you’re in this kind of pain, Vi.”
Eyes wide now, Violet released the shaky breath she’d been holding.
Jay leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers while he scooped up both of her hands and squeezed them tight. As their breath mingled Violet wondered when she’d set her own cup down. They remained there like that—like marble sculptures—frozen nose-to-nose, mouth-to-mouth.
Then she felt his lips move against hers, and she closed her eyes when he whispered, “I wish I could make things better. I wish I could stop you from hurting.”