The JINN Series in GIFs
I love Game of Thrones. LOVE. IT. I will be heartbroken when this season comes to an end, but will eagerly await the next book from George R.R. Martin (and it’s okay, I will wait . . . great books take time!).
As an homage to my favorite fandom, what better way to tell the story of Becoming Jinn and Circle of Jinn as a series than through #GoT gifs?
(And, yeah, maybe it’s simply an excuse to Google photos of Kit Harrington. And…you’re welcome, BTW.)
The JINN series is a modern spin on the traditional tale of wish-granting genies. It follows Azra from the day she wakes up on her sixteenth birthday and is forced to start granting wishes for humans.
She has to keep her identity hidden from the humans she lives among.
She has to answer to someone else.
She has never met her father.
She hates that.
So she rebels.
There are strong friendships.
A love story.
A mystery surrounding her powers.
A responsibility greater than Azra realized.
A fearlessness and strength we all knew she possessed…
That Azra will come to learn . . . so that, in the end, justice will be hers.
I’m a big fan of “Fixer Upper” on HGTV. So when I shout out “It’s Release Day!” I’m channeling Chip Gaines’s enthusiasm for “It’s Demo Day!”
As I said in my acknowledgments for the book, becoming an author is a (relatively) new dream of mine. Accomplishing it with Azra, Henry, Nate, and everyone else in the Becoming Jinn series has made that dream not just a reality, but one I’ve enjoyed more than I ever thought I would.
When readers tell me or write to me that they love these characters and these books, it’s sometimes hard for me to believe. That characters who live in my mind, who I’ve spent more than three years with, could mean that much to other people . . . well, it astounds me. And it makes all of this worth it. I am proud of these books and grateful for all the doors they’ve opened for me, especially the new friends I’ve made, readers and authors alike.
This release day post is a thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey. I hope you enjoy reading the conclusion to Becoming Jinn as much as I enjoyed writing it.
There’s still time to get in on the preorder/release week giveaway. Swag, critiques, and more. Check it all out here.
I’ll be doing some events in support of Circle of Jinn. If you are near (or like to drive), I’d love to see you! Full list on my events page, including launches at Trident Booksellers in Boston on May 19 and Porter Square Books in Cambridge on June 3 with Jen Malone.
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If you can’t believe it, you can sure bet I can’t believe it! Circle of Jinn releases in just four weeks!
On May 17, 2016, Circle of Jinn, the sequel and conclusion to Becoming Jinn, which VOYA Magazine named one of the Best Science, Fiction, Fantasy or Horror of 2015 in a starred review, will hit the shelves.
Advance praise for Circle of Jinn from Booklist, one of the top trades, says “book two takes a sharp turn into high fantasy . . . Romance and wish granting take a backseat to friendship, political intrigue, and Azra’s maturation and ongoing discovery of her heritage. Fans of the first book should be satisfied by this conclusion.”
I can’t wait to see if readers agree!
You may remember from last time how important preorders are for increasing the profile of the book among retailers, at the publisher, and with readers, but once again, I’m sweetening the deal.
Preorder or buy a new copy of Circle of Jinn by May 27, 2016,* and you’ll automatically become a genie** yourself!
** Swag includes temporary bracelet tattoos; the power to become a Jinn must already be inside you.
Every preorder, including signed preorders from my local indie, Porter Square Books (both books available for signed orders), will be mailed a signed bookmark, signed bookplate, and metallic bracelet tattoos.
But wait, there’s more! You’ll also be entered into the grand giveaway to win one of the exact shiny silver bangles featured on the cover of both Becoming Jinn and Circle of Jinn. The more preorders, the more bangles I give away!
What to Do
Order the book from anywhere you wish, or click one of the links below to take you to your preferred retailer. (If you’ve already preordered, you have my gratitude (!) and you can still get in on this deal).
Porter Square Books (where you can get a signed copy)
Send an email with your name, address, and proof of purchase of a new copy (a picture or screenshot of your receipt) to firstname.lastname@example.org.
And for all you writers out there, just like last time, instead of the swag and bangle giveaway, you can opt for a first page or query critique and be entered into a grand giveaway for a first three chapter critique! Free with proof of purchase of a new copy of Becoming Jinn or Circle of Jinn.
I’ve lived with Azra and these characters for the past three years. This series and these books have brought new experiences and friends into my life. I’m grateful to all of you readers for supporting me on this journey. I can’t thank you enough, but if you happen to be near where I’ll be live, I’d love to try!
My ever-evolving events this can be found here, including my launch party at Trident Booksellers on May 19 in Boston and at Porter Square Books with Jen Malone on June 3 in Cambridge. And don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter (on bottom of my contact page) to receive more updates on where I’ll be and other contests and giveaways.
And I can’t wait to see who’s sporting a bangle like Azra’s when the giveaway ends!
* (US only–sorry, my beloved international readers! Though I do have special bonus content for you via e-mail! No purchase necessary. Mail a postcard with your name and address to 15 Walnut Street, Suite 400, Wellesley Hills MA 02481-2133 to receive swag.)
WELCOME TO THE YA SCAVENGER HUNT!
So, how does all this work? Let me tell you!
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!
I’m on TEAM PURPLE! On each of the participating author Web sites on TEAM PURPLE (as well as on the sites of the other colored teams), you will find exclusive content for one of our team’s authors as well as a clue — in the form of a number — to help you win the grand prize. Add up the clues from my team, and then enter to win the big prize! One lucky winner will receive one signed 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 until April 3 at noon Pacific Time!
If you’ve never been a part of the hunt before, give it a try. It runs like a giant blog hop, introducing you to new YA authors and books along the way.
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are NINE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PURPLE TEAM–but there is also a red team, a blue team, a gold team, a green team, an orange team, a teal team, a silver team, and a pink team.
You are currently hunting on Team PURPLE! Looking for my exclusive bonus content? You’ll have to keep searching! I will be hiding an excerpt from CIRCLE OF JINN, the sequel to BECOMING JINN, which releases on May 17 somewhere in this blog hop, but I’m also letting you know about the current e-book deal for BECOMING JINN. Now only $2.99 on all e-retailers (through April 4 so hurry! More details on the sale and an opportunity for a free query/first page critique at the end of this post).
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 (HINT: It’s in PURPLE!). Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the purple 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 SUNDAY, APRIL 3 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 Joe Beermink on my Web site for the YA Scavenger Hunt!
Joe came to the United States from Southern Ontario, Canada, in 1996, and has lived in (or near) Toronto, Detroit, Denver, and Seattle. He currently makes his home in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and two young children. He earns his living as a software developer and writer near Seattle. He is a client of Literary Agent Sally Harding at The Cooke Agency.
ABOUT NOWHERE WILD
A dark and riveting survival story set against a rugged northern landscape . . .
Izzy is just thirteen when a flu pandemic turns the world upside down. After her sister is attacked by a roving gang of looters in what remains of their town, Izzy flees to the wilderness with a man who claims he will protect her.
Sixteen-year-old Jake is stranded and alone in the unforgiving northern Manitoba backcountry. His mother and grandfather have died and his father has gone missing, the plane meant to return them from a summer camping trip having failed to arrive. Desperate to find a way home, he begins a trek over some of the most forbidding landscape in the country.
Both Jake and Izzy are forced to make decisions and take on responsibilities they could never have imagined. They must draw on every shred of resourcefulness and courage as they try to save themselves and, ultimately, each other.
SHORT STORY: The Bear
By Joe Beernink
The hunt had been a complete and utter failure.
Jake and Amos had spent the entire day wandering the forest while skirting the edge of the lake. They followed the tracks of hares in the mud, and spotted sign of a few caribou, but had not laid eyes on a single animal. For the third day in a row, they returned to the cabin empty-handed. Jake’s spirits sank with each grumble of his stomach. Without food—and a lot of it—soon they wouldn’t have the energy to hunt. The death spiral couldn’t be stopped once that happened.
Their situation only worsened when they returned to the cabin. While they had been gone, something had invaded their home. Something large. Something very large. And very powerful.
“Unbelievable,” Jake muttered as he inspected the damage to the cabin door. A bear had sprung the latch and torn the two metal hinges from the frame. Inside, the shelf with their meagre supplies had been pulled down. Their emergency supply of dried fish, and a small collection of dried berries, had disappeared.
“Ole Blackie didn’t leave much for us, did he?” Amos bent slowly to pick up a torn piece of plastic wrap, smoothed it out, and set it on the table.
“What are we going to do, Grandpa?” Jake crimped his fingers into the roots of his shoulder-length, black hair and pulled in frustration. “Everything’s gone! Ruined!” The words tore through his throat, ripping what little hope he had left out of his chest.
Amos shook his head and sighed. “Yeah… well… at least there wasn’t much for him to get.” They’d had less than four days of supplies built up. Four days if they rationed themselves to one meal a day. It was the first week of October, and before the bear had broken in, they were barely surviving day to day. Now… now the spiral would truly begin.
“That supposed to make me feel better?”
“No, Jake, it’s not. We just have to find something else for tonight. Why don’t you go out and grab some salad. I’ll see what I can get from the lake.”
Jake almost objected. Picking weeds for dinner was the last thing he wanted to do. At least fishing would be interesting. But Amos had been out walking in the bush all day, and the old man hadn’t had any more to eat than Jake had. Fishing off the dock was probably all he could manage at this point.
“What about the door?” Jake asked as he picked up a bucket to fill with lambs-quarters or any other wild greens he could find for the northern version of fresh salad.
“We’ll fix it later. I need to get something into my stomach before dark.”
Amos grabbed his fishing pole from the rack just inside the door, and shuffled toward the dock.
With the hard frosts of early winter, the plants had already begun to die. Ice speckled the shore each morning. Soon the lake would freeze over completely. Once that happened, they’d go completely hungry until it was hard enough to support their weight for ice fishing.
Jake didn’t have to go far to find wild plants that were edible—edible being a relative term. With the onset of fall, many of the stems had gone woody, the leaves tough. He picked a few, here and there, munching as he went. Half of what he ate he spit back out. Bitterness had set in with the first frost. He had to choose carefully. Whatever he brought in, Amos would make him eat. Amos would boil the bitter ones down into something less distasteful—something a lot less like salad. Something with the consistency, and the taste, of green, fibrous glue. Those meals were not ones Jake looked forward to.
Amos caught a small whitefish just before the sun disappeared to the west. It wasn’t much. Even with the salad, it barely put a dent in Jake’s hunger. Together, they fashioned new hinges for the door from some pieces of wood Amos cut to fit with a hatchet and the salvaged screws they bent back straight. It took them the better part of the evening, working by the thin light given off from the open grate on top of their pot-bellied stove.
“It’s not perfect, but it’ll do. Just don’t pull too hard on it if you get up in the middle of the night,” Amos warned.
“You’re the one always going to the bathroom at 2 AM, Grandpa. You should be the careful one. I can hold it.”
“Someday you’ll forget what it’s like to be able to sleep through the night. Then you won’t be so damned disrespectful.”
“I’ll never be as old as you, Chief.” The joke landed with a thud. If they didn’t find food soon or get rescued, Jake wouldn’t see his seventeenth birthday, let alone his eightieth.
Jake didn’t sleep through the entire night that night. That, however, had nothing to do with needing to go to the bathroom. About an hour before dawn, the cabin walls shook as if buffeted by a gust of wind. A moment later, the door they had hung the night before crashed back to the floor. In the pitch-black night, Jake jolted from his slumber.
“Grandpa?” Jake spun on his cot, trying to free his legs from his sleeping bag.
“I’m fine. Stay put.”
Jake heard his grandfather fumbling around by the door. “You okay?” More shuffling by the door. Something else fell over.
“Stay put!” Amos ordered—only his voice came from the direction of his own bed, not from by the door. More shuffling by the door. A grunt. A metallic click.
“What’s going on?”
“Are you still in your bed?” Amos asked.
Jake didn’t have time to finish his sentence. The roar of Amos’s Colt handgun filled the room, sending Jake ducking back to his cot. The echo reverberated through the cabin, then faded as a high pitch ringing took over in Jake’s eardrums. Jake clasped his hands to his ears.
“What are you doing?” Jake screamed.
He couldn’t hear Amos’ response. He groaned in pain. The muzzle of the gun had been just a few feet from his head.
Jake felt a hand on his shoulder. In the darkness, he could only just make out the outline of his grandfather. He grabbed for Amos’ hand, and his hearing slowly returned.
“Blackie came back… I think I scared him off,” Amos said.
“Did you hit him?”
“Don’t know. Couldn’t see. Was just guessing where he was.”
“Holy crap, Grandpa. Next time give me a warning before you shoot that thing.”
Jake winced and rubbed his ears.
“I did. I told you to stay put.”
“But you didn’t tell me you were going to shoot.”
“Didn’t want the bear to know,” Amos said with a chuckle.
“Good lord.” Jake’s heart rate began a slow retreat. He swung his feet out of bed.
“Where you going?” Amos asked.
“Too dark. We’ll head out at first light. Right now, that bear has the advantage. Just lay back down for a while.”
Jake stood anyway. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Heh. Don’t go too far. Take the shotgun with you.”
“I will. Just don’t shoot me when I come back.”
They left at first light, following the tracks of the bear southwest. It had departed at full speed, churning up the gravel along the shore, and pine needles in the trees as it worked its way deeper into the woods. Jake carried his Remington 700 .308 rifle. Amos holstered his Colt pistol on his hip and looped the shotgun over his shoulder. Jake led the way, rushing ahead as fast as he could, then stopping and waiting for Amos to catch up. They saw no sign of blood on the ground, so as far as they could tell, Amos’ shot in the dark had done nothing but scare the beast away.
“We gotta keep moving, Grandpa,” Jake said as he waited for Amos to close his canteen after a particularly long drink of water. “Maybe I should just go ahead on my own. It’s got an hour’s head start. We’ll never catch it at this rate.”
“If it’s still running, you won’t catch it on your own anyway. Better to stick together. It came around twice in one day. Likely as not, it’s got a den close by. We just have to stay on its trail,” Amos countered as he put his water bottle away. “Now shush. Walk quiet. He’s around here somewhere.”
Jake’s stomach picked that moment to rumble, loudly enough for Amos to hear. Amos gave him a dirty look, as though Jake could do anything about it. Jake shrugged. Amos pointed in the direction of a weed that had been broken off by the fleeing bear. The track was still fresh, and they were on it.
Twenty minutes later, they emerged from the edge of the forest to the rim of another lake. Short foxtail grass lined the shore. A few stubborn mosquitos whipped across the surface of the water. Fish broke the surface at regular intervals. Jake salivated at the thought of breakfast.
“Should have brought our rods,” Jake whispered to Amos.
Amos put his finger to his lips, then pointed again. Across the water, a huge black bear ambled out of the taller reeds in a swampy area and stood over the water’s edge. Jake reactively crouched down into the short grass. Amos followed. Every crunch of a dried stalk seemed like a bugle declaring their presence.
“Wind?” Jake whispered as he pulled the caps off his riflescope.
Amos raised his head up just a bit, and brought his binoculars to his eyes. “Slight. Say 1 knot. From the south. Crosswind. He can’t smell us. Probably.”
Jake slowly stretched out in the grass, propped his elbows onto the ground, and pushed the grass flat around him. “Range?”
“Five hundred and fifty meters? Maybe a bit less. Long shot. You got this?”
“I got it.”
Jake put the gun to his shoulder, his right eye to the lens of the scope. For a moment, the bear disappeared. Jake pulled his eye away from the scope and checked his aim. Too much to the left. He reset the gun and located his target. Five hundred and fifty meters was a long shot. Not the longest one he’d ever tried, but about as far as he could reasonably shoot and expect to hit a moving target. Luckily, the bear wasn’t moving quickly.
“Come on bear, turn around,” Jake begged.
The bear faced away from him. A single shot from this distance, with this angle, would be difficult and wouldn’t have much of a chance of actually killing anything. This bear had lots of fat and muscle in its hind quarters. The .308 slug wouldn’t go very far into it. Ahead of the bear, the short beach ended with another wall of tall reeds. If it went into that, they’d never get another shot. Jake fought the urge to get up and run after it. Once the bear saw them, it would run again, and they’d never catch up to it.
“We should get closer,” Jake said, not sure if he was asking a question or making a statement.
Amos muttered something under his breath.
The bear stopped, turned towards the water, and looked directly at them.
Jake took a quick breath, released it, and squeezed the trigger. The bear slumped to the ground a second later, and did not move again.
“Nice shot!” Amos exclaimed. He slammed his hand onto Jake’s shoulder. “We’re going to eat well tonight, I tell ya!”
The old man practically leapt to his feet. Jake capped the rifle scope and stood up, as well. “I didn’t think it was going to turn around,” he said.
“It wasn’t,” Amos said as they jogged toward the downed bear.
“It wasn’t, eh?” Jake knew his grandfather well enough at this point to know that he had just been set up for something. Jake shook his head before Amos even began to speak.
“Apparently, it didn’t like being called a thieving coward.” Amos grinned. “I think it was coming back for you.”
“For me? You’re the one who called it a name.”
“I told it you told me to say it.”
“You can thank me by hauling thing back to the cabin.”
“Me? What about you?”
“You’re the hunter. I’m just the cook.”
Jake shook his head and slapped Amos on the back. His stomach grumbled again, but this time, he didn’t mind. Tonight, and for many weeks to come, it would be full.
And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books, including my own BECOMING JINN!
To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 823. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the PURPLE 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 Kate Elliott!
As always, any preorder of CIRCLE OF JINN or purchase of a new copy of BECOMING JINN gets a free query or first page critique. Simply email proof of purchase.
CIRCLE OF JINN releases in just two short months (eep!)!
I’m celebrating by offering special JINN prize packs, with a little help from my friends.
Every day this week, an author or blogger friend will be offering a JINN prize pack on Twitter. All you need to do to enter to win is RT the graphic.
Yup, that’s it!
One little RT and you’re entered to win a box of cool stuff. And as if that’s not enough, my friends at YA Books Central are running a JINN prize pack giveaway on their Web site starting today through April 1.
What’s in the prize pack? Glad you asked:
* Either 1 ARC of CIRCLE OF JINN (these have gone fast so this is a rare chance to get your hands on one!) or 1 copy of the hosting author’s book (noted below)
* 1 infinity necklace (just like the Jinn sisters in the book have)
* 1 Jinn swag pack featuring signed bookmarks, temporary tattoos, and a Becoming Jinn wristband
* Sneak peek at either the first chapter of CIRCLE OF JINN or exclusive bonus content
Watch the following authors and bloggers on the following days for your chance to win:
* Monday, March 21: Fiktshun @fiktshun (win an ARC of CIRCLE OF JINN)
* Tuesday, March 22: Anna Banks @ByAnnaBanks (win a preorder of the epic new series NEMESIS)
* Wednesday, March 23: Gretchen McNeil @GretchenMcNeil (win an ebook of RELIC and a preorder of I’M NOT YOUR MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL)
* Friday, March 25: Victoria Aveyard @VictoriaAveyard (win a copy of GLASS SWORD)
And right now, you have a chance to catch up on the series, or visit it again on your e-reader, at a super sale rate. The ebook of BECOMING JINN is just $2.99 across all e-retailers (only through April 4 so hurry).
Get your $2.99 e-book of BECOMING JINN by visiting any of the following links:
And while you’re downloading, add the FREE e-short story, GENIUS OF JINN, a prequel to BECOMING JINN, available now.