OFFICIAL COVER REVEAL:
THE HUNTED by C.J. Hart
Series Name: The Abandoned Series
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
CTP Content Rating: YAm
Release Date: March 31, 2015
Just your average boy-meets-girl, boy-kills-people story.
The Native American Navajo tribe has stories of a monster so wicked, so blood-thirsty, that they are to be hunted down and slaughtered. But are they just legends? Or is something sinister lurking in the shadows? The Yee Naaldlooshi—skinwalkers—have the ability to transform themselves. And they can be anyone. Anything.
The Hunters—a group dedicated to tracking the creatures—are hot on their trail and they won’t stop until every last one is dead. But are they all as evil as foretold? Seb, alpha of the Taylor, Arizona reservation pack, begins to question the acts of their kind. But he’s broken a rule and must choose between killing the girl he loves or risking everything to save her. Cassie must fight for her survival. The pack is after her. And they’re no joke. Cass is about to find out how sadistic they can be.
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READ AN EXCERPT:
(Seb)
The night
has begun to creep in. Spooky shadows and hooting owls. A chill shimmers up my
spine. Humans have long locked themselves away in their houses. The rez isn’t a
place you want to be out in after dark.
has begun to creep in. Spooky shadows and hooting owls. A chill shimmers up my
spine. Humans have long locked themselves away in their houses. The rez isn’t a
place you want to be out in after dark.
Good
thing I’m not human.
thing I’m not human.
I sprint
into the forest, deep enough so no one can see me strip off. When I reach the
third fallen log, I stop. I kick off my shoes, crumple my shirt and jeans then
stuff them into the backpack and tug the zipper closed. I cram it in a log.
into the forest, deep enough so no one can see me strip off. When I reach the
third fallen log, I stop. I kick off my shoes, crumple my shirt and jeans then
stuff them into the backpack and tug the zipper closed. I cram it in a log.
The
prickling of my skin intensifies as my hunger for flesh and blood grows,
twisting and churning my stomach. Tugging at my muscles. I leap into the air.
Hands and feet turn to paws, fingers and toes to claws. Fur spreads over my
whole body, gray with circles of black on my back.
prickling of my skin intensifies as my hunger for flesh and blood grows,
twisting and churning my stomach. Tugging at my muscles. I leap into the air.
Hands and feet turn to paws, fingers and toes to claws. Fur spreads over my
whole body, gray with circles of black on my back.
I raise
my muzzle into the air and suck in a deep breath. Rust and salt and sinew fill
my nostrils. East. The lake. I pad towards it, silent and starving. Then it
hits me. Like a brick wall shooting up, keeping me in my place. I stagger back
as the scent of roses and coffee flood my airways. I shake my head to rid me of
the stench. Where’s it coming from? I
must find out. I need to. It’s too mouthwatering
to resist. I spin, sampling the air around me. West. I charge through the forest,
paws crashing against leaves and bracken. I’m making too much noise. I’ve
forgotten to care. Lost all rational thoughts.
my muzzle into the air and suck in a deep breath. Rust and salt and sinew fill
my nostrils. East. The lake. I pad towards it, silent and starving. Then it
hits me. Like a brick wall shooting up, keeping me in my place. I stagger back
as the scent of roses and coffee flood my airways. I shake my head to rid me of
the stench. Where’s it coming from? I
must find out. I need to. It’s too mouthwatering
to resist. I spin, sampling the air around me. West. I charge through the forest,
paws crashing against leaves and bracken. I’m making too much noise. I’ve
forgotten to care. Lost all rational thoughts.
I pass
the invisible border dividing Aeston and Taylor.
the invisible border dividing Aeston and Taylor.
A house
appears at the edge of the trees, its exterior brown and gray. A blonde girl
sits on the porch, candlelight sparking across her face. I freeze, claws
digging into soil. She’s reading. The light breeze brings her scent to me.
Coffee and roses. Such a sweet, decadent aroma. My mouth waters. She can’t be
more than seventeen. I creep as close as I dare, curious. Her hazel eyes dart
across the page then down. What’s she reading?
appears at the edge of the trees, its exterior brown and gray. A blonde girl
sits on the porch, candlelight sparking across her face. I freeze, claws
digging into soil. She’s reading. The light breeze brings her scent to me.
Coffee and roses. Such a sweet, decadent aroma. My mouth waters. She can’t be
more than seventeen. I creep as close as I dare, curious. Her hazel eyes dart
across the page then down. What’s she reading?
She
doesn’t see me. I slink closer, leaning out of the trees.
doesn’t see me. I slink closer, leaning out of the trees.
A male
voice cuts through the air, “Dinner’s ready.”
voice cuts through the air, “Dinner’s ready.”
Her head
snaps up. “Coming Dad!” She marks her page, snuffs the candle flame then
disappears inside.
snaps up. “Coming Dad!” She marks her page, snuffs the candle flame then
disappears inside.
I wait.
Minutes or hours pass. Then a light in an upstairs room illuminates. The
curtains close. Moments later, the curtains open, the light is extinguished. I must see more.
Minutes or hours pass. Then a light in an upstairs room illuminates. The
curtains close. Moments later, the curtains open, the light is extinguished. I must see more.
ABOUT C.J. HART:
C.J. Hart (Also known as Renee Swann and Renee Shearer.)Renee Shearer writes young adult fiction under the name of C.J. Hart. Renee is a full-time writer who lives in Sydney, Australia, with a crazy pooch named Abbey and a boisterous, somersaulting rescue budgie named Kaleb. Her days are spent living in her fictional worlds and consuming way too much caffeine. She has an (unhealthy?) obsession with all things cupcake- and coffee-related plus Kerouac and YA dystopia/fantasy books. Renée can often be found surrounded by books, marathoning crime shows and munching on vegan goodies, on Twitter (@Renee_Shearer), Pinterest, or dancing in a rainstorm.
Renée hopes to one day visit Rio and is currently learning Brazilian Portuguese.
Website: www.reneeshearer.com
Twitter: twitter.com/Renee_Shearer
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