Today is a book blurb tour stop for the YA paranormal novel, Alex
Finch: Monster Hunter by Cate Dean.
Cate will be
awarding signed bookmarks or pins to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop. Grand prizes are: a $25 Amazon gift card to two (2) randomly drawn commenters during the tour, and (for US only) a swag bag with exclusive merchandise related to the book to one commenter during the tour. To be entered to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, visit other tour stops and enter to win there, too!
Alex Finch – tomboy, techno geek, monster hunter.
Reluctant monster hunter.
When Alex’s project partner Misty loses her notes for the most important
English project of her school career, Alex heads to the local haunted house to
find them. Instead she makes a life-changing discovery.
Monsters are real.
That single, mind-blowing incident throws her life in a completely different
direction – and into the path of Sam, the boy she’s had a serious crush on
since first grade. He knows more than he’s telling, and the further she digs,
the deeper and darker the secrets become.
What else is hiding behind the ordinary facade of her California beach town?
Alex is about to find out.
second before the creature exploded through the door.
She let out a shriek and dropped to the floor. I swallowed, watching the
creature stalk across the dining room.
it stood up on its hind legs, extended claws as long as my hand, and smirked at
me. Yes, smirked. Seven feet of snarling, smirking black fur, with teeth that
could rip my arm off without any effort.
her whimpers almost as loud as the constant growling of the mouth-breathing
monster. Panicked, I searched the floor around us for a weapon, any weapon,
doing a mental head slap when I remembered my Swiss army knife in my back
pocket. I froze mid reach when the creature stepped closer.
odd, coppery stench that I finally recognized as blood. Horror coiled around
the panic, and I pushed Misty along the wall, until we conveniently trapped
ourselves in the corner.
following our retreat. I swore that smirk turned into a grin. A nasty grin. It
was toying with us, playing with its food. I was insulted, and relieved. The
game gave me more time to figure a way out of this alive.
and my fingers hit up against something metal. It pressed into my palm, and I
realized Misty was handing it to me. I closed my fingers around it, and
recognized the shape.
an old woodstove. We had one in our family room, complete with lion’s paw feet.
If nothing else, I could surprise the creature, maybe give us enough time to
get out the window. It was better defense than the three inch blade in my
Good—she was getting ready. Now it was my turn.
bio and links:
loves the supernatural, the odd and the strange, and writing about it is like
going to a job she loves – no work and all fun.
would love for you to join her as she hunts for monsters – real and imagined.
there’s the official biography, out of the way.
love telling stories, and my four nephews have been a big influence in what I
read, and now what I write.
into YA has been as easy fit, especially since I’ve been reading and loving it
is the first book of a series I have been planning for a while, and I can’t
wait to introduce you to Alex and her rather quirky friends.
can find out more about me and my books at my
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look forward to meeting you.