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Welcome to 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 on the hunt in my team! 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 are TWO contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the Purple Team–but there is also a Blue Team for a chance to win a whole different set of 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 New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.

 

***THE SCAVENGER HUNT***

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

LET THE HUNT BEGIN!

***MEET KELSEY KETCH, AUTHOR OF NAME OF RA***

 

Kelsey Ketch is a young-adult/new-adult author, who works as a Wildlife Biologist in the state of North Carolina. During her free time, she can often be found working on her latest work in progress or organizing the New Adult Scavenger Hunt, a biannual blog hop. She also enjoys history, mythology, traveling, and reading.

Website: http://kelseyketch.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kelseyketch

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KelseyKetch/

 

***NAME OF RA***

“Set has risen.”

After being on the run from a psychotic cult for a week, Natara “Natti” Stone has finally come to realize she and Seth are the only two people standing between the Sons of Set and the secret name of Ra. Holding a part of the key that unlocks Ra’s power, they relocate to a more isolated location in the California mountains. While laying low, Natti becomes even more determined to understand her mother’s bloodline and her blessing from the goddess, Isis. But when she starts seeing the truth behind her destiny, she begins to doubt her role in the events that are about to unfold.

Then the unthinkable happens . . .

All Seth O’Keefe wanted was to get Natti as far away from his father and the Sons of Set as possible. Unfortunately, after hearing of Natti’s destiny from Isis’s own lips, he realizes they have bigger issues to worry about. Especially when one stupid slip up leads the god of chaos himself straight to their doorstep. Now Natti is the god’s prisoner, and Set holds the key to unlocking the location of the secret name of Ra. Can Seth save Natti from her own destiny and thwart the demented god’s rise to power?

Amazon: http://hyperurl.co/Name-of-Ra

 

 

Sneak Peak

 

Unedited Sneak Peek into Death Island (a NA Fantasy); to be released December 2017.

Chapter One

[Meriden; 1714]

“Meriden. Meriden, wake up,” my mother’s voice drifted into my peaceful dreams, stirring me into a semi-conscious state. “Meriden Victoria Cummings, wake up.”

I moaned, not wanting to hear whatever it was she had to say. Frankly, I was beat from the previous day, both emotionally and physically. Not only did I have to hold back the vomit that crawled up my throat while the persistent Mr. Benedict Fisher tried to win my affections by both flattering and insulting me at the same time; I also received what was probably my hundredth rejection for journeymanship status from the carpenters’ guild. Honestly, being a young lady in this day and age was bloody inconvenient. Let’s just face it, men have it easy. Everything is handed to them. Every opportunity. Every advantage. Hell, they even get to choose who to marry, not the other way around. They hold the world on a silver platter.

Not me. Oh, no. Even being my father’s only surviving child and heir, he pulled some heavy strings and called in several favors to get me my apprenticeship in his shop. He wanted to keep it in the family. I wasn’t exactly sure why, then. Maybe it was to secure a place and wage for my mother and me if anything were to happen to him. But since his death, the guild no longer recognized me as a suitable member. The rotten buggers. How was I supposed to get out into the world and learn what I need to learn? How was I to expand my horizon? Matthew, my best friend, got his journeymanship when he turned fifteen for God’s sake. Now, he was studying his craft in London under a prominent chief. The lucky devil. The only reason I can still run my father’s shop was because both my mother and I ran off the last three Masters who attempted to settle in my father’s place.

It just wasn’t fair.

“Meriden,” my mother’s panicked voice filtered into my room again. “Wake up. Pirates are attaching the village. They are reaching the shore as we speak.”

Pirates! I jumped in bed and threw off my blankets, accidentally knocking my orange tabby to the floor in the process while I raced to my window. Tucker barked and whimpered under my feet in the direction of the harbor outside. The houses around us were ablaze. Screams came from all directions. The fire of the cannons painted the sky with fresh blood. How the hell did I sleep through this? We should have been out of the house already and running inland along with everyone else. The next blast fired, coursing adrenaline into my veins as my body automatically flinched at the sound. The bright light and puff of smoke illuminated the pirate ship’s figurehead. Its bony fingers reaching for the harbor. Meanwhile, four longboats landed on shore filled with bloodthirsty pirates. Leaping into the Mouth of the Severn, they ran into the streets to terrorize the fleeing village people.

To venture out now would only meant rape and death. All my mother and I could do was defend our home and fight to our last breath. I’m sure that’s what my father would’ve wanted, anyway. For some unknown reason, this place was special, not just to him, but my grandfather and great grandmother as well. Honestly, I’m not sure what was so important about it. It’s only a building. One that could be rebuilt. But they would’ve protect it with their lives, therefore, to honor their wishes, I would do the same.

Besides, I wasn’t going to let some stinky, filthy pirate ruin my virtue.

Tucker whined while I slammed the shutters and made sure I locked them tight. Not that they would hold back a cannon ball if one came flying this way, but it would prevent a torch from landing in my room. Running to my dresser, I opened the top draw and sifted through my undergarments until I found my father’s old knife. Tucker kept close to my heels, his low profile making it near impossible for him not to get underfoot. The disadvantages of being a corgi, I guess. Loyal to a fault, passionate of their charge, and so short they’re constantly getting in people’s way. Those qualities were what I loved about Tucker. After all, he’d been my shadow since he was a puppy as well as my best friend and companion. The only friend I knew who would never judge me for who I was.

We ran down the stairs together, side by side, comrades in arms. I armed with my father’s knife, and him with his dagger sharp teeth. Just when we reached the shop, the door suddenly burst through its frame. The impact sending me flying back. My spine collided with the heavy counter as the hinges clanked to the floor.

 

[Gregory]

I awoke with a jerk to the sound of cannon fire and the rattling of the hull floor boards. God damn these bastards! The least they could’ve done was keep the noise to a low roar to let their prisoners sleep. I looked around my small cell and caught some dust in my eyes from one of the two wooden beams across the top. Grumbling several curses, I shook my tangled hair from my face and wiped my eye with the back of my filth and blood crusted hand. As I blink, I stared at my torn and soil clothes. More dust falls from another blast, pouring into the fresh blood dripping from the whiplashes along my back and the knife wounds that my kind host dug into my arms. It stung like hell’s fire, reminding me what bad shape I was in.

I listened to the hurried footfalls above while the pirates call out commands to each other. Exhaling my frustration, I sat up and reflected on my situation. I had lost track of the days and months since I was shanghaied some time ago, yet I can still picture my home. My stepfather’s smith shop. My step-brother’s goofy grin. Elyria’s tempting lips.

Elyria. . . . The girl I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. That was until her father announced her engagement to Jonathan Pierce two weeks before the pirates attacked.

Aggravated, I stared through the bars to the door of the brig. It was closed, disabling me from seeing what was occurring in the hull. Fortunately, I could still make out several voices just outside through the commands for more gunpowder and ammo coming from above.

The pirate referred to as Brig hissed, “Captain wants you to fetch the carpenter’s daughter.”

“Carpenter’s daughter?” I whispered. I stood up and walked closer to the bars.

A thinner voice I do not recognize replied, “Her cursed father refused to reveal the island’s secret before he jumped ship. What are the chances he shared it with his daughter all those years ago or even that she remembers?”

There was the ruffling of fabric and a slight sequel. “Just find her and bring her aboard,” Brig barked. “Even if the brat doesn’t know how to reach the island, I’m sure the Captain will find other uses for her.”

My fist clenched and I punched the bars. They had been torturing me for nearly a year now. Now they were plotting to kidnap this girl and put her through the same torment. Maybe even worse. I’m sure some of these men hadn’t seen a woman in months, and once she got on board . . . Like hell I was going to let that happen.

There was a thump and a groan, followed by the staggering of feet. “No need to get rough,” the other man growled.

“Remember, you only have until the bell strikes. Otherwise, instead of being filthy rich, the British Navy will have us swinging in the wind. You got that?”

And with that remark, a set of heavy footsteps walked away from the door. Driven by the urge to protect the girl’s virtue, I glanced around the small cell as another set of footsteps came toward the brig. My sights finally landed on the lowered beams of the cell ceiling. Using what was left of my strength; I reached up and pulled myself on top. The space was a tight squeeze between the ceiling boards and beams, barely even fitting my anorexic form. Once settled, I heard the turn of a key. A man opened the door and staggered into the brig. He took a bite of a juicy apple, which made my mouth water and my stomach rumble.

Stay focused, I told myself. Just stay focused.

The man below swayed in his step, suggesting that he had been drinking before his shift. Around his brown sash, he had a set of keys and a bag of coins that jingled when he bellowed, “And how are you today, boy?”

I gulped, refusing to answer and give away my position.

“Ah, don’t worry. It’s about to get better.” The pirate laughed. “Soon, you’ll have a cell mate. Of course, that will be after each of us gets a chance at her.” He walked over to my cell and looked though the bars. “Hey, boy. Ye dead in there?”

I shifted, praying the man wouldn’t look up. The pirate squinted through blurry, blood shot eyes, opened the cell door, and grabbed for his pistol. “All right, I know ye be in here,” he called. “Why don’t you be a good sport and show yeself?”

Seizing the opportunity, I swung off the beam and kicked the pirate square in the chest. The man was shoved backwards through the cell door, hitting his head against the bars of the cell across the way.

“How’s that for being a good sport?” I asked, sarcastically, as he dropped to the floor. I rushed out of the cell and grabbed the keys and purse from the man’s belt. “If you’re done with these, I’d love to borrow them.”

The pirate groaned in response while I grabbed a fist full of his greasy black hair and forced him to nod. “Thanks.” I patted the pirate on the shoulder and ran out of the brig, quickly locking the door behind me.

In the hold, several pirates were hauling cannonballs to the upper decks, but not of them took notice as I slipped between some barrels of gunpowder. I gazed up through the hatch above at the distant stars that appeared through the drifting fog and smoke. It took my breath away for a second, the craving for fresh air digging deep into my soul. For nine months, I barely saw sunlight much less the night sky. The only time I was dragged to main deck was for another lashing with a whip or hot poker. Otherwise, I was left alone in that claustrophobic cage in the brig.

A pirate started for the barrels I hid behind, forcing me to duck as low as I could. Angry shouts suddenly burst from the brig, making the pirate freeze before he rushed to the door. Without hesitation, I ran for the ladder and quickly made my way to the upper decks.

The smoke from the gunpowder burned my lungs and eyes as I crept to a clear piece of gunwale on the other side of the ship. My energy draining fast, I leaned my tired body on the rail and looked down at the calm waters below. It was a long drop.

The click of pistol’s hammer came from behind. “And where do you think you’re going?”

I inhaled the poisonous fumes surrounding me and turned. “I was planning on taking a walk off a short pier, Zack.”

My brother maliciously grinned. “You don’t actually think that I’m going to let you just jump ship ALIVE, now do you?”

I was getting tired of this game. Death would have been better than the torture Zack had put me through. Even as kids, he broke all my toys and busted up a few of my bones. The phrase “like father, like son” comes to mind, with my father being ten times worse.

“Kill me if you want,” I said, raising my hands and shoulders in a halfhearted shrug, “but then you’ll never know where I hid the coin.”

“It’s easier to search a dead man then a live one,” Zack countered.

“Well, aren’t you the clever halfwit.”

He held out his palm and twitched his fingers. “Just give me what we want and then I’ll let you be on your way. To Davy Jones’s locker.”

“You want it?” I snarled, and then without thinking, I pulled out my mother’s coin, a key to finding greatest treasure ever taken, which I’d been hiding all this time in the sole of my shoe and tossed it overboard. “Go get it.”

“YOU BASTARD!” Zack shouted while he fired his pistol.

The bullet just missed as I jumped over the rail and crashed into the ice-cold water. It sent a shock wave through my open wounds. I blacked out from the searing pain for several seconds before my lungs suddenly demanded air. I shot for the surface, coughing the salty taste out from my mouth. I thought briefly of going after the coin, but figured it wasn’t worth the time or trouble. It had been a curse since the day I received it, and now, there was another soul I needed to rescue from the same fate.

 

 

To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is 9.

Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Purple and you’ll have 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, Pembroke Sinclair pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com!

GOOD LUCK!!

 

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Book Signing!!

March 4, 2017 at The Meadows Casino, Washington, PA.

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/angels-and-sirens-event-2017-tickets-25839045280

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Upcoming Blog Tour for Saying Goodbye Parts One and Two:

February 13th
Lynchburg Mama
My Book Filled Life
Books & Tea books
Book Haven Book BlogFebruary 14th
Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored
Novels and Necklaces
The Phantom ParagrapherFebruary 15th
What Cathy Read Next
#FangirlAhead
Fathomless Reveries 
The Bookish LonerFebruary 16th
Books,Dreams,Life
Southern Bred And Read
Whoo Gives A HootFebruary 17th
4 the LUV of SANITY
The Bookworm Chronicles 
Lori’s Little House of Reviews 

February 18th
Bookish Lifestyle
To Be Read
A Literary Perusal

http://xpressobooktours.com/2016/11/24/tour-sign-up-saying-goodbye-by-abigail-drake/

 

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Upcoming Blog Tour for Saying Goodbye Parts One and Two:

September 12
Ali – The Dragon Slayer
September 13
Books, Dreams,Life
September 14
Just a Little RandR
September 15
Romance Authors That Rock
September 16
Illuminite Caliginosus
September 19
The Cubicle Escapee
September 20
Ogitchida Kwe’s Book Blog
September 21
Lisa’s Loves(Books of Course)
September 22
Sylv all about books and films
September 23
Lisa’s World of Books
September 26
Books and Tales
September 27
The Book Junkie Reads
September 28
Mello and June, It’s a Book Thang!
September 29
Silver Dagger Scriptorium
September 30
Romantic Fanatic
October 3
More Books Than Livros
October 4
BooksChatter
October 4
The Book Tree
October 5
Infinite House of Books
October 6
Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer
October 7
3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, and Sissy, Too!
October 7
T’s Stuff
October 10
Books N Pearls
October 10
Sapphyria’s Book Reviews
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BEAVER COUNTY BOOKFEST September 10, 2016 from 9am – 4pm.

I’ll be one of the attending authors this year, and I’ll be speaking at the children’s tent from 11:30-12 about my dog blog, Capone the Wonder Dog.

https://www.facebook.com/Capone-the-Wonder-Dog-911837042208982/

For more info on the Bookfest:

http://beavercountybookfest.com

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My new series is set to launch September 10, 2016!

Passports and Promises – Sometimes you have to go a long way to find the one person you can’t live without.

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Available on Amazon!

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KGYPFTK/?tag=wendedikeccom-20

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Writing Workshops at Local Libraries!

I teach writing workshops over the summer and after school for teens. If you are interested, please email me at abigaildrake@comcast.net.

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UPCOMING WORKSHOPS:

WRITING ON WEDNESDAYS (WOW) for middle school aged writers will be held at the Carnegie Free Library of Beaver Falls every Wednesday from September 21 until November 2, from 3:30-4:30 pm (no class Oct. 19). Please call (724) 846-4340 for more information and to reserve a spot.

Ghosts, Monsters, and Things That Go Bump in the Night: Crafting a Story To Scare the Socks Off Your Reader will be held at the Beaver Area Memorial Library on October 15 from 11am-1pm. Please call (724) 775-1132 to reserve a spot. Lunch will be included.

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I’m very happy to announce that my book, TRAVELLER, published by The Black Rose line of The Wild Rose Press is now available in paperback and as an eBook. Click here to order!

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My Blog Tour wraps up this week. Stop by these final destinations:

Monday, March 28th – Guest Blog
Fang-tastic Books
www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com

Monday, March 28th – Review
Paranormal Tendencies
http://www.paranormaltendencies.blogspot.com

To see interviews, reviews, and highlights of the tour, check out my Articles page.

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Book Club on February 25, 2016 – such a fun group!

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