Tuesday, April 18, 2017

THIEF'S CUNNING Pre-OrderGift!

With less than 2 months until THIEF'S CUNNING is released into the world, I am SUPER EXCITED to unveil the pre-order event! (US & International.)



How do you participate you ask?

Simple! Just pre-order THIEF'S CUNNING before June 13th 2017, send proof of purchase to authorsarahahiers@gmail.com (Don't forget to include your name and address) and your pre-order swag will be on its way!

What does the pre-order gift include? Why these beautiful things!




That's right! If you send me proof of pre-order, I will send you:

Original artwork inspired by THIEF'S CUNNING
  • Two, 6x10 pieces of original artwork of scenes and landscapes in the novel, as well as a related quote from the book.
  • These are pre-order, limited edition pieces so get them while you can!

A deleted scene from THIEF'S CUNNING
  • What deleted scene you may ask? Well, that would be spoiling things, but let's just say there's the Addamo Family, the Saldana Family, the Dead Plains, and a score being settled after 17 years of waiting

Bookmarks
  • Two shiny, pretty THIEF'S CUNNING bookmarks, to keep for yourself or to share!


Once again, to receive your pre-order gift, please email your proof of purchase of either hardcover, or eBook, along with your name and address to authorsarahahiers@gmail.com and I will ship your gift straight to you!

PRE-ORDER LINKS AND LOCATIONS

HarperCollins

Target

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Book Depository (free international shipping)

Books a Million

Indiebound (Includes local independent bookseller location)

Addendum Books

Red Balloon Bookshop

Wild Rumpus Books for Young Readers


 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

YASH: YA Scavenger Hunt

 
Welcome to this leg of the YA Scavenger Hunt! I'm Sarah Ahiers, author of ASSASSIN'S HEART and the forthcoming THIEF'S CUNNING (June 13th 2017) from HarperTeen.

 
This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck. In the hunt, you not only access exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and enter for a chance of winning 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 5 days!

 

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are FIVE 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, a pink team, and a purple team for a chance to win a whole different set of books!
 
And not only do you have a chance of winning the grand prizes for each team (20 books!) there are also TONS of individual giveaways on blogs, too!


To see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

ALSO!! Do not forget to scroll to the very bottom of my post for a chance to win prizes!


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 April 9th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

SCAVENGER HUNT POST

 

Today, I am hosting Darcy Woods on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt!

DARCY WOODS has held an eclectic mix of professions—from refueling helicopters for the U.S. Army to recharging bodies and spirits at a spa—but her most beloved career is being an author. She lives in Michigan with her husband and two tuxedo cats (who overdress for everything). The Golden Heart® Award–winning Summer of Supernovas is her first novel and has been translated into five languages.

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

Website: http://www.darcywoods.com
Book (which I've read and is wonderful, btws!) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B013ZNN1IQ/

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT: Deleted Prologue!




As the daughter of an expert astrologer, Wilamena Carlisle knows that truth lies within the stars. So when she discovers a planetary alignment that won’t repeat for a decade, she’s forced to tackle her greatest astrological fear: The Fifth House—relationships and love. But Wil must decide whether to trust her heart or her chart when she falls for a sensitive guitar player whose zodiac sign points to cosmic disaster.
 

 
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Stories are like iPhones—they have countless versions. They also occasionally get dropped in the toilet, but we’re focusing on the former here. The prologue you’re about to see is from the first draft, SUPERNOVAS Version 1.0. So why was the prologue cut? Because in the earliest versions, Wilamena Carlisle’s (the MC) mother didn’t die. She chose to leave her daughter. 

This alternate opening gives the reader insights into why, and is told from the POV of a very young Wil having her first astrological reading. Take a peek!

Prologue
   
The air clouds with burning sage, making my eyes itch worse than all my mosquito bites put together. Sage, purple tablecloth, and Mama’s words—those are the things I’ll remember, even if time has a way of putting holes in the rest.
My future doesn’t look like much sitting on a card table. After all, it’s just a piece of paper. But this paper means something.
Actually, I think this paper means…everything.
“What do you see, Mena?” Mama asks, eyes sparkling in the candlelight. 
“Um…” The tip of my tongue always pokes out when I’m thinking hard. I taste leftovers of a grape juice mustache. Dragging the back of my hand across my mouth, I stare at the paper with its funny scatter of shapes. I’ve seen Mama’s books and drawings, but never an actual reading. It’s more exciting than when I won the jar of gumballs for reciting the alphabet backwards. “A chart! Like the ones you read for people.”
She nods; her earrings tinkle. “Not just any chart. This is your astrological chart, Wilamena. Your birth chart.”
“And it shows where all the planets were in the constellations the very minute I was born,” I announce proudly.
Mama holds her finger to her lips giving me a look of warning.
“Okay,” I whisper back. I’m being too loud. The tiny, forgotten room on the third floor with its stacks of sealed boxes and dusty sheets is made for keeping secrets. I am not. But I will try.
“Your sun is in Aquarius.” She taps the outer circle over a pair of zigzaggy lines. “Meaning you are a truth-teller and seeker of life knowledge. Truly, a free spirit.” Her gaze falls to my glittery, swinging feet. “But we don’t need the stars to divine that, do we?”
I’m wearing my silver sandals and ballet tutu. It has glitter too, which is how I knew they matched so well. I grin and shake my head. “What else does it tell you?”
“You’ll make friends easily,” she continues. “It’s your affectionate and charming nature that endears you to others. Although,” her forehead crinkles, “your tireless need for independence may also cause you to push them away.”
My eyes widen. “Oh, no, I won’t push. Gram says that’s for people whose fists are bigger than their brains.”
Mama tries to smile, but the corners of her mouth are too heavy. The sad face isn’t new. Sometimes when it got real bad she’d stay in her bedroom. It didn’t matter that I banged on the door till my knuckles turned red. Gram always told me to leave her be, but how in the name of Orion’s Belt was she gonna eat if she didn’t come out? So…I pushed crackers under the door. Then we had the ant problem. Next time I’d use Fruit Roll Ups.
The wind gusts through the round window beside us, blowing up the curtain like a great green balloon. Mama closes her eyes, turning her face to meet it. The breeze lifts her hair, long and dark and soft as the silky edge of my favorite blanket. “Hear that? That’s the voice of the north wind.”
I close my eyes and listen, but I don’t hear the voices she does.
I’m not sure I ever will.
Mama is gypsy and princess rolled into one. Her dresses are full of color, not seeming the least bit sorry for standing out. And her eyes know things. Secret kinds of things. I wish on every dropping star to be as beautiful and magical.
She takes a breath. I scoot closer in case magic or beauty can be caught like cooties.
“Mena, do you remember when we went on that faraway adventure? And how we had to go because the stars lined up in a very, very special way?”
Mostly, I just remember Gram was madder than a shaken-up nest of hornets when we came home. But I don’t dare say that. Instead, I nod.
“Well, sometimes we must follow our own path. Even if it takes us to far away places. Even if,” her eyes water, “even if others don’t understand why.”
“I like going places.”
“You will.” She clears her throat and points to a symbol that’s a two and a four sorta squished together. “See this? Jupiter is in Sagittarius. Your thirst for understanding the world will take you many places.”
“What’s the squiggles over here?”
Angling the paper she replies, “Yes, the Fifth House. The center for love and relationships.” Her squint is followed by a frown.
“Love?” I hiss. “Ick! Why would anyone want to know about love? I’d rather kiss a pig than a boy.”
She rolls the chunk of amethyst on her necklace between her fingers. “You won’t always feel that way.”
“Hmph.” I scowl and cross my arms.
Mama’s eyes soften as she returns to deciphering the forks with crosses and swirly lines and dots. “They’ll pursue you anyway. It’s the magnetism you possess—this distant glamour that attracts them.” As she speaks, her voice turns funny. Maybe Mama’s about to have one of those “spells” Gram talks about when she thinks I’m not listening.
Her breath comes out in a quiet whoosh that calls the goosebumps to my skin. “One by one…they will lose you. In their need to hold you tighter and tighter,” her fingers curl into a fist, “you will be forced to cut yourself free. Wilamena!” Mama suddenly grabs my wrist, causing me to flinch. My panic grows. I twist in her grip. Her eyes are seeing things I can’t, and her ears are hearing sounds I don’t. “Wilamena, you are air. He is water. Beware of Pisces.”
“I w-will.” I yank my hand away, rubbing my wrist.
“Because he will pull you to the ocean floor so slowly, you won’t realize until…there is no air left inside you.”
Thunder rumbles. My heart is pounding and my stomach feels sick, carnival ride sick. “Mama?” Her blue eyes have an empty stare like my Amelia doll. “M-mama?” I say louder with a shake of her arm. It flops on the table.
I swallow. It’s hard to breathe, like something squeezes me from the inside. This is not my mama. This is not my mama.
The angry thunder rattles the pictures braced against the wall. Candles flicker. Shadows crowd the room, crawling up to the ceiling.
I dart around the table, tugging harder at her arm. “Please,” I beg, “I-I don’t like this. Come back, Mama! MAMAAA—”
Thunder crashes and the sky explodes with lightning.
I scream.
“Mena?” Her eyes flutter before they find me. “I’m here.” She pulls me to her chest. Her breath is bumpy on its way in and out. The amethyst digs into my shoulder as she holds me. I squeeze harder anyway. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” She kisses the top of my head and rocks me. “Don’t be scared. Shh.
Her sunny yellow dress is balled in my fists; my heart thumps three beats to her one. She runs her hand through my hair. My heart finally begins to slow, until we are almost matched—beat for beat.
Almost…
Then she pulls away.
The door bursts open, flooding the room with light. Gram’s face wads up in fear. The fear is replaced by something with harder edges. “What have you done? You promised you wouldn’t!” The anger from the thunder now shakes in Gram’s voice.
Mama stands, smoothing her dress, hand clutching mine. “Nothing. The storm startled her. Right, Mena?”
I pull in my lower lip and nod at the floor. But Gram reads fibs the way Mama reads stars.
“Dammit, Grace.” Gram never cusses. Something’s very wrong.
“I’m taking her to bed now. Let me at least tuck her in.” She gives my arm a soft tug. We shuffle past Gram, who’s barely able to hold the storm inside her.
Mama doesn’t make a peep while I get ready for bed. I wonder if Gram has scared the words right out of her. So, I’m careful to brush my teeth extra clean, and my hair extra smooth. She’s always said I have pretty hair—hair as black as the gaps between the stars.
It isn’t until my man in the moon nightlight is on and I’m snuggled deep under the covers, that Mama finally speaks. “I love you, Mena.” She cups my face. “Don’t…” Her throat sounds sticky, gummed up with peanut butter. “Don’t ever forget that.” She presses her lips to my forehead.
“Mmm, love you, too,” I mumble. My eyelids are so heavy. I work to pry them back open.
She’s moved from my bed to stand at the window, staring out at whatever pictures the night is showing her. She hugs herself, head hanging forward. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Please,” she chokes, “forgive me.” The north wind blows in smells of wet grass and echoes of soft words. “I’m so sorry…”
I’m too tired to ask why. My eyelids have drifted lower and lower, until the sliver of her is gone altogether. Just as I almost reach my dreaming place, I hear the door click shut.
I never see Mama again.
 

 And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 35! 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! Amalie Howard!


Now! Here is an extra giveaway, courtesy of moi, Sarah Ahiers!

Enter the rafflecopter below for a chance to win a THIEF'S CUNNING arc and a FEAST ON FICTION copy!



 
 




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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Announcing Spring 2017 YASH Teams!

For all of you who love finding new reads, I have just the thing for you. The YA Scavenger Hunt is coming!

If you’ve never heard of it, the hunt runs twice a year in the spring and in the fall. During the hunt we showcase new and upcoming YA releases, give out tons of prizes, and release special bonus material.

Guys, I cannot express the amount of prizes. Not just books, either (though, omg, sooooo many books are given away, guys) but also sometimes things like Kindles! And tablets!
This is one helluva giveaway.

This spring we will have one hundred authors split into five teams of twenty. Each team is assigned a color. The blog hop begins April 4th and runs through Sunday, April 9th. It’s easy to play. All you have to do is either start on my blog or head directly over to the YASH website.

There you’ll find a list of all the authors participating as well as an answer sheet you can print off to gather the info you’re hunting for and to keep track of any bonus contests you may have entered.

Are you ready to see all the books featured this season? Here they are!

 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 
 
Exciting times!

Which team are you most excited for?

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

THIEF'S CUNNING Cover Reveal!

TODAY'S THE DAY!

Head on over to YA Books Central to take a gander at the THIEF'S CUNNING amazing cover and to enter for a chance to win a hardcover of ASSASSIN'S HEART!

CLICK HERE FOR THE AWESOME!

 

Monday, October 10, 2016

In Which My Cover Will Be Revealed!

Book 2, THIEF'S CUNNING, is just zooming along! Which is great news!

And what's ever better news is tomorrow the cover will be revealed on YA BOOKS CENTRAL!!!


Guys, this cover. I can't even wait for you to see it. When I first saw it, I literally gasped. It's so pretty and amazing, and fits so well with the ASSASSIN'S HEART cover, too.

THIEF'S CUNNING is a sequel/companion to ASSASSIN'S HEART.




That means that it's set 18 years later, and focuses on a different main character, but the events are related directly to what happened in ASSASSIN'S HEART.

And all our favorite characters from ASSASSIN'S HEART are present and accounted for!

I'm so excited about this book, and I'm so excited for you to see the cover. And because I want to share some of my excitement, there will be a giveaway on YA Books Central along with the cover reveal!


I really hope you stop by tomorrow, at 9am (EST) sharp!

 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

YA Scavenger Hunt



Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck 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 72 hours!
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GREEN TEAM--but there is also a blue team, a gold team, an orange team, a red team, and an indie 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 YA Scavenger Hunt page.



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 green 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 October 9th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

SCAVENGER HUNT POST








Today, I am hosting K.C. Held on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt!


K.C. HELD is the author of the young adult mystery HOLDING COURT. Born and raised in California with stopovers in Honduras, Mexico, and France, she holds an MFA in costume design and has worked as a freelance costumer in opera, theater, film, and television.

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


http://www.kcheld.com
Holding Court


EXCLUSIVE CONTENT



When a sixteen year-old girl with an embarrassing psychic gift she can't control takes a job at a castle-turned-dinner theater, all she wants is the chance to wear a fancy gown and ogle her crush from afar, but when she stumbles over a dead body that promptly disappears, she must prove she didn't hallucinate a dead girl before the killer strikes again.

And now for the exclusive content: an inspiration board!



Here are a few sneak peaks of the board:










And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, Sarah Ahiers, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 35. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the green 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! Lish McBride





FINALLY!!!


One last Giveaway!

I will personally be giving out a copy of ASSASSIN'S HEART along with a copy of HOLDING COURT!


Fill out the rafflecopter below for a chance to win!






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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

In Which I Had To Say Goodbye

Loving dogs is a hard thing.

I mean, it's really easy, actually, and I know that contradicts what I just said. But we're hardwired to find puppies cute, to want to take care of them.




And they're hardwired to love us in return, to crave human affection.

And so we take them into our homes, and they love us, and we love them so much. Just as much as the people in our lives, science says.

But the thing about dogs is, they don't live as long as us.

Every dog owner knows the moment they take that puppy or dog into their home, they have issued an invitation to heartbreak and grief, who has rsvp'd for a future date.

George was going to be 11 next month.

 


He was my healthy dog. Rarely sick. Never injured.

Until last week, when we noticed he wasn't feeling well (licking his lips (nausea) and shaking)

We took him to the ER Vet, but after an hour and a half wait, he was back to normal, even playing with the vet tech, so we took him home.



He got sick again that night, and all the next day. But after that, he got better, and was back to normal for a few days.



Then it happened again.

The vet discovered he had low platelets, which besides causing his problems, also contributed to a growing lethargy we had noticed with him (he didn't really enjoy walks anymore. We thought maybe he was just getting a little too old for them.)

The treatment was steroids to build his platelets back up, and antibiotics, in case this was a tick borne illness.

And George got better again. For 4 days.



Sunday, we were gone most of the day and when we came back he was in such a good mood. We wrestled with him a little, he played with his tennis ball. He scarfed his dinner, including the delicious canned food his meds were stuffed into.



Then, before bed, he started feeling sick again. He couldn't get comfortable in bed. He spent the whole night pacing around the house, laying down for 15 or 20 minutes, coming into the room to check on me. I heard him scratching the chair a few times, trying to fluff it up.

When I got up in the morning I found vomit. And he was so sad.

I picked him up to carry him outside (and he didn't even grumble at me) but outside he fell over, onto his butt.




I called the vet. He needed to have his platelets checked anyway.

This time Anne came with and we got our usual vet, whom we love.

She told us some of the possibilities, none of them great. And then they took him to run some tests.




And the tests came back as a tumor on his liver. Probably more than one. He was anemic, which meant he was bleeding, most likely into his stomach. It was inoperable.

He was uncomfortable. He didn't want to eat anything. He no longer enjoyed walks. He didn't want to really sniff any sniffs at the vet office. The things he found good in life were no longer good.



So we called our family. And our brother and mom came over and we held him and told him we loved him and I kissed him so many times.



Then the vet came in and I held his head while we put him to sleep.

And he looked the same. He didn't look like he had just died. And so I kissed him again and told him I loved him and we left.

And that was the hardest part, leaving him there, when he looked like he was just resting, still.



I'm not a religious person. There's a study that shows faith is actually about 50% genetics, and I've often thought I'm just not built that way.

Sometimes I wish I was.

Because it's hard to ignore the idea that we are alone, here on this little planet in an endless universe. We are unique in our ability to reason, to build and think and create art.
But it's that uniqueness which brings about our loneliness. We are aware.

And so we are alone, here on this planet. Except, not really. How lucky are we, that we can bring dogs into our homes, and we can love them, and they love us in return? This entirely different species, sharing our lives, happily. It's a gift, maybe. A miracle.





George liked to pee on things so we couldn't have carpet. He hated other dogs so we couldn't go to dog parks. He was a runner, and would escape if given the chance. And he liked to steal seats, if you got up for a bathroom break.

But he loved tummy rubs and face massages. He gave the best kisses and he always smelled so good. He loved sunbathing and eating good food and taking walks where he could sniff all the sniffs and pee on all the things.





I was going to turn on the heated blanket for him when we got back from the vet. I was going to buy him some new toys for his birthday in a few weeks, even though I knew he'd just destroy them. I'd bought him a new fall coat, but he'll never get to wear it.

I loved him so much. I would spend the rest of my life cleaning up pee if it meant I could have just a little more time with him, where he was healthy, and happy again.




It is a hard thing, to love dogs.
It's a harder thing, to let them go.



 
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