#FireandFlood TWITTER PARTAAAY + Sneak Peek! @VictoriaScottYA

Hey, VMafia and @BrimstoneBleed fans, and new lovers of Victoria Scott’s writing! Here’s the FINAL SNEAK PEEK at the book you have all been waiting for: Fire&Flood! You can read my early review of F&F here.

*DRUM ROLL* We have been asked to host the official #FireandFlood TWITTER PARTY! Woohooo! *throws confetti* Please scroll down once you’ve read the excerpt to view the TWITTER INVITE. PLEASE SPREAD THE LOVE, and save and RT the invite to all of your followers!

“If you are hearing this message, then you have successfully completed the Pandora Selection

Process. It also means you are now at the official starting line.”

Around me, Contenders whoop with excitement. Seriously? They’ re about to plunge into a wild

jungle, and that brings them happiness? Once again, I realize how out of my league I am. I don’ t

even have a change of clothes, for crying out loud.

“As you may have realized, you are on the outskirts of a rain forest. This will be the jungle part

of the course. You will have two weeks to arrive at the jungle’ s base camp. You will find this

base camp by following the path of blue flags.”

Contestants glance around, immediately looking for the first blue flag. As for me, I’ m watching

the taillights of the semi and having a massive coronary.

“If you are the first to encounter a blue flag, you may remove it, but you may not remove the

stake it is attached to. Doing so will result in immediate disqualification.”

I wonder why anyone would want to remove the flag to begin with. No one else seems

concerned by this.

“While the Cure will be awarded to a single winner at the end of the last ecosystem, we

will bestow a smaller prize for each leg of the race. The prize for the jungle portion will be

monetary.” The woman pauses dramatically. “I’ d like to officially welcome you to the Brimstone

Bleed. May the bravest Contender win.”

That’ s it? That’ s all she’ s going to say? Because it seriously sounds like she’ s wrapping up. So

why aren’ t I running after the trucks? Why am I not chasing after my only way out of this jungle

like my life depends on it? I know the answer — though I wish I didn’ t. Cody would do this for

me. I am his only hope. I have to believe his cure exists. My only other option is to return home

and watch my brother die. If I could even get back home.

I glance around frantically, looking for someone to tell me what to do. The Contenders have

formed a long line, the kind you see at the start of a marathon. A few yards down from where

I stand — I see him. My throat tightens when I realize his cold blue eyes are locked on me. It’ s

the guy from the Pandora Selection Process. The serial killer–looking dude who I thought was

going to kidney punch me. He glares in my direction like he might take this opportunity to finish

what he never started. I raise my hand in a small wave, hoping it says something like: See? Look

how friendly I am!

He lifts his own enormous hand. For a moment, I brighten. I think maybe that — even though it

looks like he hates every fiber of my being — he’ s going to wave back. But he doesn’ t. He holds

up two fingers — his pointer and his middle — places them under his eyes, and then points in

front of us.

Oh no, he didn’ t. I think he basically just told me to pay attention. I’ m still processing this when

the woman’ s voice rings in my ear.

“Go!”

 

This BALLER Twitter invite is compliments of Erin. Please follow me, Regina, @clockbirdstar on twitter. I will be hosting the #FireandFlood Twitter Party/Pandora Party on my account.