The Treasure Hunters Club: The Secrets of the Magical Medallions Virtual Book Tour April 2011

The Treasure Hunters Club

Join Sean McCartney, author of the middle grade/YA novel, The Treasure Hunters Club: The Secrets of the Magical Medallions, as he virtually tours the blogosphere April 4 – 29  2011 on his first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About Sean McCartney

Sean McCartney


Sean Paul McCartney (he’s not related to the Beatle) was born in 1971. He graduated from Alfred University in upstate New York with a Bachelor’s in Communications in 1993. From there he played two exciting season traveling around the world with the Washington Generals playing against the world famous Harlem Globetrotters. In 1996 Sean earned his Masters in Education and embarked on a career as a teacher. He is employed by Plain Local Schools in Canton , OH . The first book in the series The Treasure Hunters Club: Secrets of the Magical Medallions introduces the four teens Tommy Reed, Jackson Miller, Shannon McDougal and Chris Henderson. The series is a cross between The Hardy Boys and Indiana Jones with a touch of National Treasure. You can visit Sean’s web site at or e-mail him at  Visit his The Treasure Hunters Club: Secrets of the Magic Medallions Facebook Fan Page by clicking here!

About The Treasure Hunters Club: The Secrets of the Magical Medallions

The Secrets of the Magical Medallions

A Treasure Hunting Legend… Four Ordinary Kids… Two Magical Medallions… Pursued By An Ancient Evil… In One Extraordinary Adventure. Join the Treasure Hunters Club as they look to unlock the Secrets of the Magical Medallions. …Some Secrets Are Better Left Alone. When Tommy Reed received a medallion from his famous treasure hunting uncle “Diamond” Jack Reed he didn’t think much of it. Now an ancient evil is pursuing his every move and his treasure hunting club friends, Shannon McDougal, Jackson Miller and Chris Henderson are on the run. They must unlock the secret to the medallion before evil can hunt them down.

Read the Excerpt!

CHAPTER ONE–A Magical Medallion
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Maria the gypsy knew her life would end tonight. As she clenched the blue-stoned medallion an unnamed hurricane roared through Port Royal Harbor with an angry fury.
Maria repeatedly told herself she could not fail. Maria knew the danger but she had to protect the life she and others loved no matter the cost.
Rain slammed into the ground turning the streets of the small seaside town into a muddy mess. Gale force winds smashed the small homes surrounding the harbor and uprooted trees for the last three days with no end in sight.
Maria covered her face with a cloth as the rain slapped at her cheeks. She breathed deeply and staggered toward the Port Royal docks to find any vessel to get her away from this town.
The gypsy leaned into the wind as she passed the small hotel whose patrons huddled in the basement to wait out the storm. Candles flickered in a saloon’s windows bright enough for Maria to see three Dorcha men watching her.
The Dorcha, followers of the dark and the enemy of the Leois, stared her down. The Leois were Maria’s people.
Maria peered into driving sheets of rain. She knew evil wanted the medallion but she could not, would not, allow them to have it.
Lightning flashed across the sky and Maria saw the three men moving toward her. Water dripped off their black hats and their boots made deep imprints in the mud as they approached.
Maria turned to run, slipped, and fell face first into the muck. She scrambled to her feet, shaken but undeterred. She must keep going, she told herself.
“Going somewhere?” a cold voice asked her.
Maria didn’t turn around. She looked toward the docks. Several ships in the distance heaved on the rough seas. She needed to get on one of those ships.
Maria finally faced her pursuers and did not speak. Her eyes squinted from the sting of the rain and she peered for a way out. She slipped her mud caked hand into her shawl and wrapped her fingers around the medallion. The Leois gave her this mission because of her determination and her belief in the Leois. She would justify their confidence in her by fighting until the end.
Maria began a silent prayer to the medallion trying to summon its power of light and goodness. The power did not come.
“Give me the medallion,” the leader of the Dorcha said.
Maria shook her head. The Dorcha already had stolen the red-stoned medallion and Maria’s mission was to get the blue-stoned medallion out of Port Royal and away from the Dorcha.
“I said I want that medallion,” the man screamed and swung his open hand at Maria connecting to her cheek. She jerked back, pain exploding in her mouth as she tasted her own blood. He hit her again and this time she fell to the ground, red spit dripping from her mouth.
Maria’s tear-filled eyes looked up as another burst of lightning showed her a menacing smile on the face of Evil. He held his hand out. In the other he revealed the evil medallion; its red stone glowing brightly.
“The magic is on our side,” he said.
Maria breathed deeply and swung her leg with all her strength. It caught Evil’s knee and he buckled to the ground, the medallion falling from his hand. The gypsy jumped to her feet and headed for the docks.
“Get her!” the man yelled to his partners. He winced in pain but straightened up, grabbed the red-stoned medallion and followed.
When Maria reached shore, every vessel was destroyed, leaving the harbor a tangled mass of splintered wood and broken planks. She heard the screams of the sailors unable to make it to shore.
“The medallion, Maria,” a voice came from behind her. A chilling voice that made her skin crawl. “Let’s make this as painless as possible.”
Wrapping her hand around the medallion, Maria glared at the three Dorcha. A feeling of calm came over her. Though the force of the wind made her stumble, she gained strength from the medallion as she bravely stared down the followers of Evil.
Rain pelted sideways as the young woman raised her arms and began reciting a prayer.
Maria asked for freedom from danger. Behind her the sea grew angry as waves crashed into the shore with ferocity and intensity.
“This is nonsense,” the leader said exasperated. “Take her.”
The men went for Maria and grabbed her just as a large wave smashed into them pulling everyone out to sea.
Maria struggled in the water. She desperately grabbed a piece of wood from a shattered ship and hung on. She watched as two of the three men were engulfed in a whirlpool of water.
Waves pounded Maria as she swam toward shore. Two hands grabbed her legs and pulled her under.
Evil searched her for the medallion as Maria fought for her life. Water pressed into Maria’s mouth and her lungs screamed for relief. She finally broke free and pushed herself to the violent surface.
Breaking the water Maria gasped for air.
She pulled the medallion from her pocket and stared at it. Such beauty, she thought. The ocean continued its assault as she tried to stay afloat. Maria repeated a prayer from the Leois and a peaceful calm came over her. The medallion’s inner blue stone glowed as the water around her turned tranquil.
Maria saw Evil swimming toward her like a shark about to attack. She would not resist because she knew her next act was for all of humanity.
She tossed the medallion into the boiling seas just as a wave overtook her and Evil grasped at water.
The medallion skipped off the turbulent sea and sank to the bottom of the harbor.
Evil slogged to shore exhausted. Lying on his back, the rain pelting him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the red-stoned medallion.
Lifting his weary body he attempted to go into the water to retrieve the other medallion but the sea flared up with animal rage.
Knowing the secrets of good and evil now rested at the bottom of the sea beside Maria, Evil cursed the gypsy and the violent water.
Wind and rain churned the ocean over Maria’s watery grave for seven more days as white sand settled over the blue-stoned medallion.

Gunnison River-North Rim of Black Canyon, Colorado

Thirteen-year-old Tommy Reed stood in the shallow part of the river as the water moved slowly around his boots. He used his custom-made sifter to dredge through the mud.
“They are only dimes,” Jackson Miller said as he cleaned water from his glasses.
“That’s true,” Tommy Reed said, “but can you imagine how much they must be worth now?”
“Isn’t this like the old joke about the two dollar bill?” Jackson said, “You know, ‘how much is a two dollar bill worth?’ and the answer is ‘two dollars’?”
“Paper isn’t silver,” Tommy said and smiled at his friend. “You could be by yourself like Chris or at home like Shannon,” he said. “Besides, my Uncle Jack said this is the best place to look for the dimes.”
“Then why isn’t he here?” Jackson asked.
“He’s in Florida with his crew working on a Spanish Galleon.”
“What’s the story behind these dimes anyway? Are you sure they are here?” Jackson asked.
Tommy stepped out of the river, pulled a rag from his leather satchel and dried his hands.
“In 1903 the Denver mint sent six wooden kegs of dimes by wagon trains to Phoenix. There was a bad storm and the wagons never made it. They were lost somewhere between this canyon and Montrose.”
“How do you know?” Jackson asked.
“Treasure hunters found the remains of four wagons around this area and a few dimes in the river.”
“So if the dimes have been found why are we here?”
“They didn’t find them all,” Tommy said smiling. “In fact legend has it that the bulk of the dimes were hidden from treasure hunters somewhere in the canyon.”
“So you think we can find something that’s been lost for over 100 years?” Jackson said.
“Are we the Treasure Hunters Club or what?”
“Most of the time it’s what,” Jackson said laughing.
“Just keep looking,” Tommy said and bounded back into the river.
A mile up the canyon another treasure hunter, a darker more sinister man was looking for the same loot but for different reasons. He watched the teenagers dredge the river by hand.
“Young fools,” he said.
One of the three men working for him approached. “Boss, why are we following a bunch of kids?”
The man didn’t answer he just glared at his minion. He spit on the ground and rubbed it in with his boot.
“Keep on them and don’t ever question me again.”
Chris Henderson stood near some old oak trees and scanned the area near the water’s edge. He noticed a group of small stones stacked like a pyramid against a larger boulder.
Chris stared at the formation and studied it. Looks man-made, he thought and ran toward the rocks.
On a hilltop one of the men saw Chris and pulled his walkie-talkie.
“A kid is running up the river,” he said.
“Follow him,” the leader replied.
The cell phone on Tommy’s belt went off.
“Yes, Chris,” Tommy said. “You’re kidding,” he smiled. “We are on our way.” Tommy closed the phone. “He found it.”
In minutes Tommy and Jackson worked their canoes onto a small beach area near Chris’s.
Running to Chris they stopped as he stood before them holding a handful of dimes.
“Where did you find them?” Tommy asked.
“They were hidden inside a small cave surrounded by rocks. Strange thing was, when I found them, they were all in neatly stacked boxes.” Chris motioned for them to follow, “You’ve got to see this.” The group walked a bit and saw the rocks. “Move those stones and see for yourself,” he said.
Tommy moved the small stones and saw stacks of cigar style boxes in neat rows.
“I don’t believe this,” Tommy said.
“Why?” Jackson asked.
“The dimes had to be scattered everywhere. This is the work of more than one person.”
“Didn’t you say some treasure hunters found some dimes by the river?” Jackson said.
“Yeah, but why hide them inside a small cave?” Tommy wondered.
Jackson thought for a minute. “Maybe a treasure hunter put them there to keep safe and forgot where he left them.”
“Could be,” Tommy said. “But what kind of a treasure hunter would do something like that?”
“A stupid one,” a voice said.
The boys turned and saw an imposing man with lifeless eyes and a scruffy beard wearing a black, long coat and flanked by three other men.
“Who are you?” Tommy asked.
“A real treasure hunter,” the man said, “not like you and your pathetic group.”
“I don’t think we’re that bad,” Chris said.
The man stared at Chris who smiled briefly then stopped. “I think I will be taking that treasure now.”
“You can’t do that,” Tommy said.
“Who is going to stop me?”
“There are rules to treasure hunting,” Tommy said.
“Which I could care less about,” the treasure hunter said. “I’ll bet you don’t even know how much those dimes are worth.”
“Um, ten cents?” Chris answered.
“Funny,” he said, not laughing. “We are talking a million bucks and change.”
Jackson blurted out, “More like three point two million and change,” he cocked his head and said, “three million, two hundred and sixty seven thousand one hundred and sixty four…to be precise.”
“So you are the smart one?”
Jackson shook his head no. He lied.
“Then shut up. This has taken up entirely too much time,” the man said. He motioned to his men, “Start packing the boxes in the canoes.”
“You’re taking our canoes too?” Tommy said.
“Yes,” he replied coldly. “Want to stop us?”
The crew of men stacked the cigar boxes into two of the three canoes.
Jackson leaned over to Tommy and whispered, “What do you want to do?”
“He is not going to take those dimes,” Tommy said. “As soon as his men are done we break for the boats.”
Jackson nodded to Chris who responded in kind.
“I am sure you have already thought of this, uh, sir, but with the extra weight of the dimes you are going to have a tough time navigating the canoes through the rapids,” Jackson said.
“I thought you were not smart?”
“I’m not. I just think you might have some trouble.”
“We can handle it,” the man said.
One of Slider’s men approached, “All the boxes are loaded sir.”
“See now that wasn’t so,” the man stopped in mid-sentence as the Treasure Hunters Club sped past him, pushed the canoes into the water and started down the river.
“Get them!” the man screamed.
Chris and Tommy paddled fast with Jackson right behind them.
“Tommy,” Chris said between strokes, “no matter how far ahead we get, Jackson is right, we’ll never get past the rapids.”
“Leave that to me,” Tommy said.
Over his shoulder, Tommy saw the men get into the last canoe and push off.
“We’re almost to the rapids,” Chris yelled, “you got a plan?”
Tommy pulled a rope from his backpack. “When we get close to one of those old oak stumps I’m going to throw the rope around it. That should hold us, while those goons drift down river.”
“What about Jackson?”
“I’ve got enough slack for him,” Tommy said. “But I am going to need all of your strength for this one.”
“No problem,” Chris said.
The canoes started to bounce against the force of the water. Foam spilled into the boats.
“Any time now,” Chris yelled. “The current is getting stronger.”
Tommy swung the rope and threw it toward an oak stump. The rope wrapped around the stump and Tommy pulled hard.
“Hang on,” Tommy yelled to Chris and flipped him part of the rope.
When the slack of the rope ran out it tightened around the stump and stopped the canoe causing it to hop on the water. Waves slammed against the boat as water flowed over the side.
“Tommy we’ve lost some of the boxes,” Chris said his face strained.
“Tommy,” Jackson yelled, “throw me the rest of the rope.”
Tommy released his right hand and felt the canoe slip a bit.
“I got it,” Chris said, “just get Jackson.”
Tommy took the slack of the rope and threw it toward Jackson.
The young man grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his forearm and braced himself.
The water took the canoe a few feet and then it stopped. Jackson held the rope tightly, as it tore the skin from his palms. The water’s speed increased and Jackson screamed in pain.
“Hang on!” Tommy yelled over the fury of the foaming river.
The crew of men got closer and reached out for Jackson’s canoe but the rush of waves pushed them away.
“Paddle back to them,” their leader screamed as his men fought against the rapids.
“We can’t,” one man said. “The water is too…” He never finished the sentence. The canoe capsized, dumping the men into the raging water.
The Treasure Hunters Club watched as the river busted the canoe to pieces. None of the men resurfaced.
“Okay, let’s pull to shore,” Tommy said.
“Tommy!” Jackson yelled, “The rope is not going to hold!”
Tommy looked and saw the last thread of rope snap and Jackson and his canoe drift away.
“Jump,” Tommy said. “I’ll throw you more rope. Just jump!”
“But the dimes?” Jackson said.
“Forget about them,” Tommy yelled. “Jump!”
Jackson closed his eyes and leapt into the raging waters. The current’s angry hands grabbed him just as Tommy’s rope arrived, bouncing off his head.
Jackson blindly grabbed the lasso and wrapped it around his waist. Chris and Tommy pulled him into the boat.
Jackson’s canoe drifted aimlessly into the rapids with the boxes of dimes falling off along the way.
“Well at least we have some of the dimes,” Chris said.
“True,” Tommy said. “Are you all right?”
As Jackson nodded a rush of water tore the back end of the canoe off taking the boxes of dimes with it.
“No!” Tommy shouted and lunged for the last box. But it slipped from his wet hands and he hit the floor with a thud waking himself.
Tommy’s head popped up and he stared at his digital clock.
4:15 A.M.
Great, he thought, two more hours of sleep before school.
The young man lifted himself off the ground and fell back into bed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but he couldn’t. He wanted desperately to become a treasure hunter like his famous uncle. To travel the world finding mankind’s greatest treasures and…he lost his thought and shook his head.
Tommy did smile at the idea behind the dream and the many others he’d had since he and his friends formed the Treasure Hunters Club in the sixth grade.
Now two years later his club still hadn’t been on any hunts and Tommy could feel them, as well as himself, getting anxious.
He pulled the covers over his head and reminded himself it was just a dream, but a voice inside kept asking when did it have a chance to become reality?

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Here’s what critics are saying about The Treasure Hunters Club: The Secrets of the Magical Medallions!

“If you have kids who enjoy action-packed reads, they’re in for a wild ride with this first book in the Treasure Hunter Club series. The Secrets of the Magical Medallions has been called a mix of The Hardy Boys and Indiana Jones with a little piece of the movie, National Treasure, thrown in. I loved reading The Hardy Boys as a kid and the Indiana Jones movies were some of my favorites so I had high expectations for this book. To author, Sean McCarthy’s credit, he nails it here. This is an excellent adventure story. It’s really fast paced and will keep readers anxious to get to the next page.”

— Book Dads

“Finding treasure isn’t always a good omen. “The Secrets of the Magical Medallions” follows the treasure hunters club as they find powerful, magical medallions. They soon realize that when you find power, there is always someone out to take it, and the four kids in the club find evil hot on their tales. A fun adventure for younger readers, “The Secrets of the Magical Medallions” is a choice pick.”

— Midwest Book Reviews

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The Treasure Hunters Club: The Secrets of the Magical Medallions Virtual Book Tour Schedule

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books kk Monday, April 4
Interviewed at Blogcritics

Tuesday, April 5
Interviewed at Literarily Speaking

Wednesday, April 6
Guest blogging at Mayra’s Secret Bookcase

Thursday, April 7
Guest blogging at A Life Bound by Books

Friday, April 8
Book reviewed at Cafe of Dreams

Monday, April 11
Interviewed at Book Marketing Buzz

Tuesday, April 12
Guest blogging at The Bookworms

Wednesday, April 13
Book review & book giveaway at Booksake

Thursday, April 14
Interviewed at As the Pages Turn

Friday, April 15
Guest blogging at As the Pages Turn

Monday, April 18
Interviewed at Examiner

Tuesday, April 19
Guest blogging at As I Turn the Pages

Wednesday, April 20
Interviewed at The Children’s and Teens’ Book Connection

Thursday, April 21
Interviewed at The Hot Author Report

Friday, April 22
Guest blogging at The Book Bin

Monday, April 25
Guest blogging at Beyond the Books

Tuesday, April 26
Book reviewed at One Day at a Time

Wednesday, April 27
Guest blogging at Literal Exposure

Thursday, April 28
Book review & book giveaway at Book Lovers Inc.

Friday, April 29

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Sean McCartney’s THE TREASURE HUNTERS CLUB: THE SECRETS OF THE MAGICAL MEDALLIONS VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘10 will officially begin on April 4 and end on April 29 ’11. Please contact Dorothy Thompson at if you are interested in hosting and/or reviewing his book or click here to use the form. Thank you!

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