Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired 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 New Adult Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are THREE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all of them! I am part of TEAM BLUE–but there is also a red and a purple team for a chance to win two more sets 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 New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.
LET THE HUNT BEGIN!
“I was being raped. I was all alone. I was the damsel in distress. And there was no one there to save me.”
The Morning After Stacey’s Assault
When I woke up the next morning, I felt sore. My legs, arms and neck were covered in bruises; they were throbbing, aching, and relentlessly spewing pain. My lips were splitting from when he bit them. My eyes, usually open and awake, seemed delicate and sunken in- trying to hide.
But no pain was worse than the stinging between my legs. As I tried to get up from my bed, I felt as though my legs would buckle beneath me: it was all stirring from my most intimate parts. My vagina burned but there was also a stabbing pain deep within my pelvic muscles. I gasped as I tried to walk. With every step, I was awakening more discomfort.
I could feel moisture in between my legs and when I looked down I saw the culprit: I was bleeding.
I hurried as best I could to the bathroom, and used all my strength to make it there. I pulled my pants down gently, and I found my panties covered in blood. I had gotten my period countless times but it was never this heavy this quickly. The blood was clotting: forming into a slimy, vibrant ball in the center of my folds and down onto my panties.
I sighed as I thought about what was happening. Was this my period or was this the result of Mike raping me? As blood continued to trickle from within, I whimpered. I sobbed into my hands, losing myself in my thoughts about Mike, what he’d done to me, and what he’d taken.
I put the water on for the shower, trying to get the courage to lift my leg. As I walked and lifted my legs, it felt a bit better. I realized that with every step, my body kept me upright, and that made me more confidant. I washed my body but this time, I was gentle. I barely touched my soft skin and didn’t use soap. I barely brushed my fingers against my folds… and yet I could still feel just how tender they were. My vagina was inflamed and my body was rejecting what I’d experienced. I couldn’t handle what had happened to me and neither could my mild physique.
My form had been raped: it was clear. And if I went to the police, I could give a statement and I knew that they would believe me. The evidence was all there- staring at me in the mirror. But, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell them my story and I definitely couldn’t let a doctor poke and prod at my most private parts.
So I got ready for school. I took 4 Advil, put on a sanitary pad, brushed makeup over my bruises, and I left my hair down to cover any sign of trauma on my neck. I got ready, I calmed down, and I looked the part. I made sure that no one knew what I was hiding.
Powerful stuff! I’m adding to my TBR now. How about you? And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Elizabeth Miceli, and more!
To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is 10.
Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Blue and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, RaShelle Workman!