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    New Teen Voices: Free eSampler
    New Teen Voices: Free eSampler
    New Teen Voices: Free eSampler
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    New Teen Voices: Free eSampler

    By Jeyn Roberts, Elizabeth Miles, Michelle Hodkin and

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    A free eSampler from the hottest new voices in YA. Includes excerpts of Fury and The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer!

    Put down that textbook and pick up this free eSampler with excerpts from the hottest new voices in YA Lit!

    This collection features excerpts from: Fury by Elizabeth Miles; Witchlanders by Lena Coakley; The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin; Virtuosity by Jessica Martinez; Dark Inside by Jeyn Roberts; and Still Waters by Emma Carlson Berne.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSimon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
    Release dateOct 4, 2011
    ISBN9781442449985
    New Teen Voices: Free eSampler
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    Jeyn Roberts

    Jeyn grew up in Saskatoon, Canada. She started writing at an early age, but when she was twenty-one she moved to Vancouver with dreams of being a rock star. For the next several years she played in an alternative/punk band called Missing Mile. A former singer, songwriter, actress, bicycle courier, tree planter—Jeyn graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in Writing and Psychology. Shortly afterwards, she moved to England, where she received her MA in Creative Writing at Bath Spa University. An avid traveller, she’s been around the world, including teaching in a high school in South Korea and writing novels in her flat in Vancouver. Her first book to be published is DARK INSIDE.

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    New Teen Voices - Jeyn Roberts

    It’s Winter Break in Ascension, Maine, and all is right with the world. Emily loves the holidays, and this season, the boy she’s been eyeing for months finally notices her. But Em knows if she starts things with him, there’s no turning back. Because his girlfriend is Em’s best friend.

    On the other side of town, Chase is having problems of his own. The stress of his home life is starting to take a toll, and his social life is unraveling. But that’s not what’s really haunting him. Chase has done something cruel…something the perfect guy he pretends to be would never do…something he can’t ever take back.

    In Ascension, mistakes can be deadly. There are three girls—three beautiful, mysterious girls—who choose who will pay, and sometimes it may more than anyone bargained for. Sadly, Em and Chase have been chosen. Who’s next?

    ELIZABETH MILES lives in Portland, Maine, and writes for an alternative newsweekly. Fury is her first novel. Visit her online at elizabethmilesbooks.com, finder her on Facebook )facebook.com/elizabethmileswrites(, and follow her on Twitter )twitter.com/milesbooks(.

    Emily Winters stood in front of her bedroom mirror, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her torso, as she tried to work a tangle from her dark, dripping hair. The room was quiet, except for the radiator next to her closet—it made its trademark ticking sound, one that had kept her awake as a child. She always imagined an old witch trying to claw her way out of the wall. But she was used to it by now. Just like the tiny mole above her right eyebrow—she’d had it since birth, and the only time she ever noticed it was when someone else commented on it. Someone like Zach McCord, for example. Last week in earth science, the class no one ever paid attention in, he’d leaned toward her to steal a peek at her quiz. Then he’d looked

    The room was quiet, except for the radiator next to her closet—it made its trademark ticking sound, one that had kept her awake as a child. She always imagined an old witch trying to claw her way out of the wall. But she was used to it by now. Just like the tiny mole above her right eyebrow—she’d had it since birth, and the only time she ever noticed it was when someone else commented on it.

    Someone like Zach McCord, for example. Last week in earth science, the class no one ever paid attention in, he’d leaned toward her to steal a peek at her quiz. Then he’d looked up into her eyes and touched the edge of her eyebrow. Beauty mark, he’d said. A shiver had run through her as he turned around, and that was that.

    Thump.

    Out of the corner of her eye, Em saw something white flash by her window. As she whirled to look, she heard another heavy thump.

    She cinched the towel tighter, her heart hammering and her mind immediately churning out visions of robbers and murderers. She waited a second, listening, but heard nothing more. Clutching her plastic comb, she approached the window to peer outside. The front porch light shone on the blanket of winter snow covering the brittle, dark yard and the driveway that sloped down to Em’s quiet street.

    Of course someone hadn’t tried to break in, she told herself, lowering the comb with an embarrassed smile (and seriously, of all the weapons she could have picked—a comb?). Nobody got robbed in Ascension, and certainly not in this part of town. It must have been a clump of snow falling from the old oak tree next to the house.

    No sooner had her heart stopped pounding when the bing of the chat messages began: first one, and then several more, in such rapid succession it sounded like an alarm clock.

    Em sighed and went over to her laptop, which was sitting among books and papers on her bed. Em hated working at the desk in the corner of her room—she used it mostly for clothing storage. Currently, the desk chair was completely obscured by a mound of scarves, dresses, and vintage blazers.

    Gabs357: Em? U there?

    Gabs357: um hello?

    Gabs357: K well I’m getting ready and I was wondering, hair up or hair

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