Monday, April 25, 2016

DOWN WITH THE SHINE Safe Wishing PSA #1

Hey folks, tomorrow is the release day of my newest book with HarperTeen DOWN WITH THE SHINE. Here's a quick summary of what it's about:


There's a reason they say "be careful what you wish for." Just ask the girl who wished to be thinner and ended up smaller than Thumbelina, or the boy who asked for "balls of steel" and got them-literally. And never wish for your party to go on forever. Not unless you want your guests to be struck down by debilitating pain if they try to leave.

These are things Lennie only learns when it's too late-after she brings some of her uncles' moonshine to a party and toasts to dozens of wishes, including a big wish of her own: to bring back her best friend, Dylan, who was abducted and murdered six months ago.

Lennie didn't mean to cause so much chaos. She always thought her uncles' moonshine toast was just a tradition. And when they talked about carrying on their "important family legacy," she thought they meant good old-fashioned bootlegging.

As it turns out, they meant granting wishes. And Lennie has just granted more in one night than her uncles would grant in a year.

Now she has to find a way to undo the damage. But once granted, a wish can't be unmade...
 


Because this book is about wishes and the many many many ways in which they can go wrong, I wanted to put together some helpful public service announcements - or PSA's - to help other people out there make sure they're wishing safely. Today, I'm revealing all three of them. 

The first one is here on my blog, the other two can be found on Mindy McGinnis and Brenda Drake's blogs. With each reveal is a separate giveaway to go with each trailer where you can win books and fun swag. 

And so without further ado, here it is - PSA #1




And here is giveaway #1 to go with PSA #1. Don't forget to visit both Mindy and Brenda's blogs to see the other PSA's and enter the other giveaways!


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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Sale! (DON'T YOU) FORGET ABOUT ME

The ebook for (DON'T YOU) FORGET ABOUT ME is on sale for $1.99 for a short time only!

Find it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Google Play, and wherever else you buy ebooks.


Pssstt... there is now only one week left (and counting!) 'til the release of DOWN WITH THE SHINE!

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

YA Scavenger Hunt Spring 2016

Welcome to my blog YA hunters! I'm Kate Karyus Quinn. That's me over there ~~~~~~~>>>

I'm the young adult author of several books that you can can again find right over there ~~~~>>
in the sidebar. 

But you're here for the hunt, so let's get to it.

I'm on....



If you're looking for my exclusive content (it's an exclusive sneak peak of my April 26th release with HarperTeen DOWN WITH THE SHINE) you'll have to keep hunting. 

I am also hosting a wonderful author here on my blog today, but before we can get to her exclusive content, we need to review the rules first.

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 BLUE 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.

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 Sunday April 3rd, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

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 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 NINE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the BLUE TEAM--but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a red team, purple, green, pink, silver and a teal team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

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 YA Scavenger Hunt page.

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Okay, now that we've taken care of that, let me introduce Jodie Andrefsky!!!!


Jodie Andrefski has been passionate about reading ever since she was a little girl, when she used to climb trees to escape with a favorite book. Andrefski often draws on her background in education and mental health counseling to bring real world experience to her writing. She is a firm believer in the magic of a first kiss, and insists that you should never, ever give up on your dreams. THE SOCIETY is her second novel through Entangled Teen.

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book here! 





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THE SOCIETY by Jodie Andrefski


Sneak Peek Excerpt


If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not 

die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

—William Shakespeare



                 I pushed through the heavy oak doors leading into Trinity Academy, ignoring the groups of students milling around the wide steps of the ornate brick building. Not like it mattered. They were all busy talking, laughing, and fist-bumping each other, mostly jocks and their adoring fans, none of whom I had the time or interest to speak with.


Bren Fessler—bedazzled toady to my ex-best friend Jessica—shoved past, leaving me 
gagging from lingering fumes of eau de bitch. I rolled my eyes, hacked through the last of the stench, and headed toward my locker.


Trinity was founded like a hundred years ago, and if buildings really do have a personality, this one had the snooty air of old money. I mean, it was a beautiful campus; it just 
sucked that I couldn’t stand the majority of the kids who went there anymore. But since Trinity had a stellar academic program that looked great on college applications, I’d remained, even after everything that happened. Besides, my creative writing teacher, Ms. Kemper, had pretty much assured me a shining recommendation to Columbia, her alma mater. I think she felt sorry for me. So I stayed. I wasn’t about to blow my chance at getting into my dream school even if everything around me sucked.


As I neared my locker, five or six members of the golden crew sashayed in a little blond 
bubble across from me, confident toothy smiles all over their faces. Since it was the start of Rush week, they were probably all certain they’d find a typed note covertly slipped through one of the vents in their locker, an invitation to rush our high school’s hallowed cloak-and-dagger secret society. Even the name sounded decayed, like a musty blanket you’d find rotting in your grandmother’s attic. I’d looked it up once. Musterian. Turns out it’s Greek for “a mystery confided only to the initiated and not to ordinary mortals.”


There would obviously be no note in my locker. I was way too ordinary, and mortal was 
putting it mildly. My hair wasn’t blond and shiny enough. I didn’t prance around in a cutesy little uniform with TA emblazoned across my not-quite-big-enough boobs. 


The cheerleaders seemed to miss what just about everyone else recognized. The irony in 
the fact that our school’s initials also stood for a completely different phrase. Then again, they’d probably be just as proud to wear the label, Tits and Ass. Yet these Einsteins were usually the ones chosen to pledge, at least to meet the female initiates quota.


Just about every kid at school dreamed of being invited to rush. Invitation to the Society 
wasn’t only a guaranteed boost to your social standing, although that was a given. No, being in the Society offered even more tangible, life-changing perks. It pretty much guaranteed acceptance to the college of your choice—past members served on the admissions boards of some of the best schools in the country. Dream jobs tended to follow. The Society members weren’t supposed to know all that, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out when you saw school acceptance letters roll in. The Society was a who’s who of the in crowd, guaranteeing a life we all fantasize about.


They didn’t ask people like me to join. I wasn’t cool enough, at least not anymore. Steps away from my locker, the golden crew parted like the Red Sea. Whispers and giggles engulfed me—dark as smoke, and just as acrid. 


“Oh my God, it’s perfect.”


“…her expression.”


I tried to ignore them, just another day in Trinity paradise. 


Until I saw it. She’s gone too far this time.


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And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Jodie Adrefski, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 85. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the blue 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! EMILY ROSS

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

DOWN WITH THE SHINE Goodreads Giveaway!



 
 


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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

PitchWars Critique - AFTER SHOCK

PitchWars is at its heart about the writing community. And even though at the end of the day Mindy McGinnis and I were only able to choose two mentees, we still wanted a way to give feedback to the many many many others who had been kind enough to share their work with us. Our decision to do this via our blogs, rather than a private email, is so that (hopefully!) everyone can learn a little bit from this feedback.

I'm happy to say that quite a few people have been generous enough to take us up on this offer! So, through November, Mindy and I will be posting these critiques on Mondays and Wednesdays. Make sure to look for them on both of our blogs as we'll be posting totally different critiques.

And for anyone out there looking for personalized feedback, I am now offering manuscript critique services which you can find out more about here.

You'll see my comments in red.


Dear Ms. Quinn:

Three months ago Nash Adams lost his girlfriend in a fiery car crash. Moving on from Tara’s death has been nearly impossible, but Nash is finally ready to try—until the day that Tara shows up at his baseball game. Great opening!

But the person that Nash sees isn't actually Tara: she's Natalie Grey, the new girl in town who looks exactly like Tara. But even with the resemblance to someone she’s never met, Natalie’s convinced that it’s all one big coincidence. Sometimes people look like each other; it’s no big deal. But as they grow closer, Nash and Natalie find out that the similarity between the two girls isn’t just skin-deep—and it’s definitely a big deal. Okay, it's a big deal how? What exactly is at stake here? You may have a big twist that you don't want to spoil, but right now I think you need a bit more to intrigue an agent.
With his past—and future—suddenly taking the form of a single person, Nash has to decide how far he’s willing to go for the girl he loved...and the one he’s falling for. This is great, but again I want to know specifically what he's being asked to do. Is it his life on the line? Something else? This just feels a bit too vague.
Told from two points of view, AFTER SHOCK is a YA paranormal romance, complete at 87,000 words. The story will appeal to fans of Jennifer L. Armentrout and Kimberly Derting. Great comps.
I am submitting my work to multiple agents. You really don't need this - it's generally assumed you're submitting to other agents. You can contact me at (phone number), or at (email). You can just put phone and email under your signature. 
Thank you for your consideration.  No bio??


The Story: Two Months After Tara Died 
Nash: After seems redundant to have "after Tara Died" above and then "after" again here
March: 31st, 2015  You might want to avoid putting the year just because that can date a book.

2:37 PM 
“STRIKE TWO!” The umpire yells as my pitch glides smoothly over the plate. 
“There you go, Nash! You got it!” Coach shouts from the dugout. Mom shouts it too, 

because they’re one and the same. 
I take a deep breath. Last batter, last out, last game I’ll ever play. Would love a little bit of a hint here as toy why this is his last game.

Last opportunity for a strikeout.
Pitchers, as a whole, heavily rely on one of three techniques to rack up outs: Flyballs, 

groundballs, or strikeouts.

Flyball pitchers give up a lot of home runs when they’re off; they’re temperamental.
Groundball guys give up a lot of base hits when they’re not pitching well; they’re too 

emotional.

Strikeout pitchers, though? When they’re off, all they do is give up runs. They’re 

temperamental and too emotional and run their mouths about shit that they have no idea about. Great voice here.

And I’m the all-time school leader in strikeouts. You can probably guess which kind of 

pitcher/person I am from that.

I check on the runner at first, taking my time. There’s no rush, nowhere to go. The truth is that there’s nowhere I’d rather be—at least anymore—than standing on this mound, watching the runner return to his base, getting ready for the next pitch.
I turn my body back towards the plate, watch as the batter steps back into the box, and wait for Kelsey Isle’s sign.

I think the voice here is really great. The baseball stuff seems solid (says someone who knows only the basics about it). I'd definitely keep reading to see what happens next.

Monday, November 23, 2015

PitchWars Critique - MY SISTER'S DATING A SERIAL KILLER

PitchWars is at its heart about the writing community. And even though at the end of the day Mindy McGinnis and I were only able to choose two mentees, we still wanted a way to give feedback to the many many many others who had been kind enough to share their work with us. Our decision to do this via our blogs, rather than a private email, is so that (hopefully!) everyone can learn a little bit from this feedback.

I'm happy to say that quite a few people have been generous enough to take us up on this offer! So, through November, Mindy and I will be posting these critiques on Mondays and Wednesdays. Make sure to look for them on both of our blogs as we'll be posting totally different critiques.

And for anyone out there looking for personalized feedback, I am now offering manuscript critique services which you can find out more about here.

You'll see my comments in red.


Dear Agent,

MY SISTER'S DATING A SERIAL KILLER (64,000 words) is a fast-paced YA thriller with a soupçon of magical realism. So this title feels a little lifetime movie-ish to me. Or else meant to be a bit comedic. Not sure if either of those is your intention. 

Sixteen-year-old Cammie insists her eighteen-year-old sister is being a lovesick jerk, as usual, and denies anything’s wrong with her psychopathic boyfriend—the richest and scariest guy in Sleepy Valley SC. I am really confused by this sentence - it is unclear exactly who is denying that there's anything wrong with the psychopathic boyfriend. I read it like five times and was still confused. Reading further I see it's meant to be the sister. I'd suggest giving the sister's name to help clarify and also making breaking this up into 2 sentences. Cammie’s watched too much CSI to buy her sister’s romantic tripe. He burned down the pastor’s barn and experimented with small animals in his basement lab.Two things everyone knows are marks of a serial killer. 

Too bad Cammie’s cried wolf too many times about suspects who turned out to be innocent, so just about nobody, including the police chief, believes the sixteen-year-old’s you already told us that she's sixteen claim her sister’s boyfriend is a serial killer. When a magical spirit appears to help, Cammie freaks out because not only is she alone in the struggle to jail a serial killer—she’s seeing things. If Cammie doesn’t hurry and get enough evidence to send her sister’s boyfriend to the slammer, both girls could end up in tiny pieces in his basement lab.So is most of the story Cammie trying to get evidence to prove her sister's boyfriend is a psycho? If so maybe focus more on that, which is the heart of the story.

The University of South Florida's PALM PRINTS, published one of my short mystery/thriller stories, RIVERWALK published another online. I also took first place in a Virginia Romance Writers contest and second place for a YA novel in a Florida State Writing Competition.

Thank you for considering MY SISTER'S DATING A SERIAL KILLER.

Sincerely,


  
MY SISTER’S DATING A SERIAL KILLER
Chapter 1
Road Kill
      A Mercedes convertible turns onto Donner Woods Road behind me. I don't think this first sentences is doing you any favors. It has no voice. No mood. Even, "The Mercedes had been following me for the last five miles, shadowing me turn for turn all the way to my own street." That at least gives us a hint of danger. 
      I, Cammie Carter, am about to die. This might be a better first sentence.
      Panic sends my mind flashing back to watching the pastor’s barn burning down. Everybody huddled there has This isn't happening right now, so should be "had" horrified looks on their faces except one person. The roaring fire shows showed a gleam in his eyes and a grin of excitement on his face. He’s the barn burner. This might have more impact if we had any clue who he is.
      I flip the right gear to a faster speed on the racing bike my parents gave me last week for my sweet sixteen. So she's on a bike? Like peddling not motorcycle? This also would be great to know sooner - like in that first sentence, because bike vs. car is not a good battle to be in (well if you're the bike it's not).
      A second flashback directly referring to the flashback seems a bit clumsy lands me in my hometown library in Sleepy Valley SC. The barnburner, AKA driver of the convertible honing in on me, grins from behind a bookshelf after Jeb Fox tells the librarian, “Chickens disappearing from my hen house and our terrier is gone.”
      The driver of that car heading straight for me has at least two of the characteristics of a serial killer listed on page 64 of my Forensics Manual.
      AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap blasts on his car radio. Tall trees and heavy underbrush dim light in the forest and muffle sounds, so nobody can hear it.
     There aren’t any houses on this road either, so no sense shouting, “Help.” 

You start to gain momentum here with these last few sentences. I really like the specific details you use to ground us in the story from the Forensic Manual to the song blasting from his radio. I think you need more of that toward the top of this page to really pull the reader into your story.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

PitchWars Critique - SPEAK OF THE DEAD

PitchWars is at its heart about the writing community. And even though at the end of the day Mindy McGinnis and I were only able to choose two mentees, we still wanted a way to give feedback to the many many many others who had been kind enough to share their work with us. Our decision to do this via our blogs, rather than a private email, is so that (hopefully!) everyone can learn a little bit from this feedback.

I'm happy to say that quite a few people have been generous enough to take us up on this offer! So, through November, Mindy and I will be posting these critiques on Mondays and Wednesdays. Make sure to look for them on both of our blogs as we'll be posting totally different critiques.

And for anyone out there looking for personalized feedback, I am now offering manuscript critique services which you can find out more about here.

You'll see my comments in red.


Dear Mentor,

I'm very excited to enter Pitch Wars! Thanks so much to Brenda Drake and all of the talented mentors for offering up their time and expertise for writers. Please consider my 68,000 word YA contemporary- magical realism manuscript, SPEAK OF THE DEAD.
Great start!

The moment Cyan Welles told her best friend that she could talk to dead people, she was branded the town freak. Years later, the townspeople still cross themselves when they see her, and kids still love to torture her. Even Cyan's father blames her for ruining the family name and driving her mom to suicide. The thing is, though, Cyan Welles does talk to the dead. Inside the Welles Family Funeral Home, her life-like sketches of the dearly departed request death wishes. So is she talking to ghosts or she's talking to the sketches that come to life? This isn't super clear - also this really differentiates this story from your typical sees ghost type thing so I'd put this as the top of this paragraph. And Cyan fulfills them.

When the town's local celebrity and largest philanthropist passes away, his portrait's death wish requests that Cyan befriend his grandson, local golden boy Miller Scott, and show him what's important in life. For the first time, Cyan wants to decline a death wish. How can she slip through senior year with the lowest profile possible if she hangs out with the star of Beach View High?
Great complication! 

Ultimately, Cyan can't resist helping the boy who once came to her rescue as a child. She's also seriously curious about his sudden interest in her. As the pair grow closer, secrets surface—the truth behind Miller's grandparents raising him, her sketches, his not-so-accidental car crash, and her not-so-dead mother— intertwining both of their families' past and present. Once her gift is outted for real and not just as Beach View's number one gossip topic, Cyan must decide whether she's strong enough to finally embrace her spectacular power or leave it for dead. 

This manuscript does have two LGBTQ characters. There is potential for a sequel. Thank you for your time. 

Overall this query is really strong. Great job!


            The big sleep isn't what everyone thinks, there's a lot more talking involved. Or singing. I open my eyes to an a cappella chorus of Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends." Even though it's still too dark, I can practically see the music wafting from the sketches inside my trunk. Wrapping my pillow around my head, I nudge Bella, my calico cat, from her favorite spot. This totally ticks her off, but I still can't block out Mr. Rutledge's deep baritone. Beach View's deceased choral director thinks he grew a sense of humor over night. I glance at the digital clock on my night stand. Crap. I like this opening but I think you're throwing one too many things at as really fast. We have music. And sketches. And dead choral director. If I hadn't just read the query I'm not sure I'd be able to piece together what all was happening here.
            "Hello? I said say - you're in present tense, right?, Six-ten wake up, not five-thirty," I grumble into my pillow. The singing grows louder with each verse. If I don't do something, they'll wake up Gran and even worse, Dad. So other people can hear the singing/talking sketches as well? Tossing off my comforter, I crawl to the foot of my bed and bang my fist on the trunk lid. 
             "So not funny, you guys."
            Their laughter abruptly stops with a loud knock and I freeze on all fours. The bedroom door flies open. My six-foot plus dad takes up the entire doorway, but that's not what people notice first about him. It's those icy blue eyes that sucker punch the breath right out of you.
            A quick tug at his cufflink and he says, "There will be a very important client delivery today." Those cold eyes narrow on me suddenly, like he's just noticing my position. "What are you doing?"
            "Nothing." I lean back on my heels.
            Thomas Welles eyes my trunk with disgust, and speaks through gritted teeth. "Those pictures. For God's sake Cyan, we run a funeral home, not a séance show."
            Riiight. Our little beach town would love to throw a stake burning party and take my family down if one, Beach View didn't need us so much, and two, we lived in Salem circa 1692.  It's kind of sad, really. If my dad knew I could actually do what this town gossips about me, this sentence reads a bit awkwardly Thomas Welles would find a way to monetize my bizarre gift. Maybe then he'd look at me with something besides hatred a more nuanced word than hatred here?. Surveying my room for more proof of crazy, he frowns at Bella who hasn't stopped meowing since he showed up. Perfect.
So you have great voice in this first page, but I feel like I want to be settled into the world a bit better so I know exactly what is happening here with the ghostly talking sketches. It's a really great and unique concept but right now I don't feel like you're completely selling it to me because as a reader I can't quite visualize how it all works. Overall, though, you have a solid query and a first page that with some tweaks can be equally strong.