New Adult Scavenger Hunt 2018 – I’m Team Purple! #IARTG #NASH


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 Team Purple–but there is also a Team Red for a chance to win a whole different set of books!

Team Purple

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.

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors on Team Purple 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, July 1st at 12 p.m. U.S. EST. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.



***Meet S.F. Benson, author of The Sweetest Bite***

A native of Detroit, Michigan and a graduate of Western Michigan University, SF has fed her creative brain through a variety of jobs from customer service to working with animals. Although the work title has changed, one thing remained true—her desire to be a writer. As a kid she could often be found writing stories or with a book in her hand. It didn’t matter where the location, SF could be found reading (even at the beach).

Her debut novel, Regress—a dystopian set in her home state—developed from a dream. When she’s not concocting tales in her sleep, SF has been known to come up with entire dialogues in the shower.

SF prefers writing stories which answer the “what if” question in life. Her protagonists are strong and diverse set in post-apocalyptic or paranormal worlds

For more information, please visit her site at

Prelude for Bonus Material.png


—An Unedited Excerpt From The Sweetest Bite

Kragen’s son brought me back to his place. I really had no desire to spend the night in some strange guy’s place. I fought hard, but he insisted it was in my best interest especially after seeing my apartment.

I loved the large airy rooms and huge windows of my third-floor home. It always received plenty of sunlight.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, cher?” He walked out of the bedroom. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you.” I was proud of it. I hadn’t worked a pole six nights a week to live in a dump or a coffin.

“For humans,” he said. “This will never work for ya. Too much light.”

“I managed just fine this morning.” I rubbed my arm and remembered sleeping in my closet.

“Okay, let’s say we make it work. I must put up room darkening blinds and curtains to all the windows. Darkening screens and boards will need to go over any window not easily covered. Let’s not forget the skylights. Can’t have those leaking in any light. Then, we need to get you some subtle lighting throughout. Regular lighting is terrible on your eyes.”

I put up my hand. “All right, I get it. We’ll find me someplace else.”

“For tonight, that place is with me.”

Golden Boy lived in a ground floor studio apartment with very few windows. It felt more like a cave or a shoe box not a place to call home. I didn’t even want it to be a temporary abode.

“I’m not sleeping in a box. Ya can’t make me.” I folded my jittery arms and sat on the black leather sofa. The twitching was getting worse. A sure sign the bloodlust was taking hold, and I didn’t know how to fight it.

“I don’t sleep in a box. You’re sitting on my bed.”


Golden Boy was checking me out. Hard. I closed my eyes, and I heard a familiar voice in my head.

She’s exquisite, he thought. My father entrusted me with a job and I can’t fail. But, this girl is such a distraction. She has this raw earthiness about her which is turning me on. I long to caress her fawn colored skin, run my fingers through that dark hair streaked with blonde. But, she needs to eat and soon. Dark circles already making an appearance.

I shuddered. I guessed hearing a person’s thoughts was another vampire thing. It was creepy, but it was kind of nice to know I interested Golden Boy. He wasn’t half bad himself.

Golden Boy pushed away from the granite kitchen counter and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of wine. He uncorked it and the most delightful ambrosia—hints of orange, peaches, and coconut—hit my nose. My mouth watered as he poured a goblet. I snatched it and eagerly drank the crimson nectar.

He pulled the glass away from me. “Ya need to sip it, cher. It’s all about learning control. Without it, ya become a prisoner to the lust.”

I was already cursed. I didn’t care to be held captive by cravings, too. My hand shook as I slowly savored the liquid.

He pushed the hair off my face, and I got a good look at the man. Tousled dirty blond hair, scruffy face, and grayish eyes. He had the rugged appeal of a sexy cowboy. Maybe keeping time with him wasn’t such a bad thing.

She’s so beautiful. I could see why the rogue vamp chose her. Man, his thoughts were invading my mind again. I wanted to click the off switch. If he hadn’t been on a feeding frenzy, would he have kept her for himself? I wouldn’t have let her slip away from me.

My tremors faded away. I was feeling more like myself.

So much better. The color was back in her face. I’d have to make sure she never went hungry. She was too beautiful to be weighed down by the shadows of death.

I passed him the goblet. “Thank you…”


“Yeah, Clint. How do I turn off your voice in my head?”

He looked dazed. “You can hear my thoughts?”

I smiled and noticed my fangs had receded. “Every single last one.”

“Intense concentration sometimes will do it. Or, maybe you’re just one powerful vamp.”

“So, you’re listening in to my thoughts?”

“No.” I wish I could hear your thoughts.

I was glad he couldn’t hear my thoughts, but what made me so special? I pointed at the goblet. “Is this what you do?”

“Pretty much,” he sat beside me.

“Don’t you enjoy the hunt? The pleasure in biting succulent flesh?” I licked my lips. Why the hell did I enjoy it?

“Drinking is easier. More civilized.”

“News flash Clint, you’re not human.”

“Sorry to disappoint ya, but I am human.”

My mouth fell open. How was that even possible?

“I’m only half human.”

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“I’m a dhampir, the offspring of my father mating with a human.”

“Which means?”

“It means I get the advantages, so to speak, of being a vampire without the drawbacks. I can go out in the sun without burning up, for example.”

I sighed remembering my incident with daylight. “I kind of found out about that this morning. Sort of sucks.”

“Well, ya have two things I don’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“The ability to hear thoughts and immortality,” he sounded disheartened.

“Tell me more about this bloodlust.” I didn’t want to keep dealing with it. I needed to know what I was up against.

“Usually a vamp who intends to turn someone, won’t drain their victim. Afterwards, the newly turned is gradually introduced to feeding. You were drained. Plus, there was no one to control your first feeds. So, ya went on a feeding frenzy. Bloodlust. You’re kind of unusual. He drained ya, and you lived. Ya should be dead not undead.”

Undead. I didn’t like the sound of it, but it was my new reality. I was nothing more than a soulless being preying on the living. My eyes stung, yet I wouldn’t shed a tear in front of this man.

“Your dad mentioned the BlackGuard and the Council. What was that about?”

“Think of the Council as our form of government. They’re in charge of all supernatural beings. The BlackGuard is the Unwelcome Committee for rogue beings in town. Ya don’t want the BlackGuard on your back.”

“Why not?”

“They have a tendency to show up whenever a rogue gets out of hand. They hunt it down and make them disappear. Permanently.”

I hugged myself. “So, which one am I in trouble with?”

“Neither. Yet. The Council will sit back and watch. Make sure we clean up this mess. The BlackGuard leaves a calling card.”

“Calling card?”

“A white business card with their emblem on one side and the words ‘we’re watching’ on the other side. Kragen would have been more upset if he’d gotten one of those.”

“Why do you call him by his first name?”

Clint returned to the ‘wine’ bottle and poured himself a glass. He took a healthy swig before speaking. “We’ve got a bad history. It’s all you need to know.”

I shrugged. We all had our secrets.

“Tabitha, sun’s coming up soon. Ya should get some sleep.”

I looked around the room. “Where?”

“Ya can have the sofa. I kind of hang out during the day. I sleep when I need it.”

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, tomorrow you’ve a lot to learn. Might as well rest while ya can.”

©2018 by Avanturine Press, LLC.

The BlackGuard Society novels—a spin-off of the Another Falls Creek Romance series—will debut in 2019. The next book in the AFCR series will release July 6th, Letting Go.


To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is 10.

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!


To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, K. Bird Lincoln!

2017-1523 Jennifer Allis Provost b03Homecoming (Gallowglass #3) is available for preorder! Reserve your copy for just 99 pennies.

Amazon –>

Barnes&Nobel –>

Kobo –>

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s