Bound to the water bound to land, a Siren’s soul will never be safe on either side of the ocean’s surface. Hidden beneath the rolling waves lies the secret to Theia’s past and as she unveils each haunting truth, she realizes the last seventeen years of her life have been a lie. Now, drawn into a mysterious new world and with nowhere to turn, Theia must place her trust in Luc, a beautiful boy who stops her heart with each dazzling smile, but even his unearthly charm can’t hide the truth—he has secrets— dark secrets binding him to his world—an underwater world where Theia will never belong—a world determined to destroy her soul.
Tiffany Daune doesn't get why people want to grow up or why anyone would ever stop eating candy. Her purse is filled with books, lip gloss and a few pieces of Lego bricks. She writes best with a dish of chocolate chips on hand and finds licorice makes a better straw than plastic.
She lives on an island and believes mermaids may be raiding her candy stash, thoughshe hasn't caught them, yet.
Surface is her first novel and pairs well with gummy sharks.
Theia tucked her legs up in the chair, pulling as far away as she could from Luc. "Then why would you take the risk, by helping me?"
He avoided her question and instead jumped up and crossed the room, keeping his back to her.
He chose an etched decanter from the shelf, swirled it around, and then pulled the stopper. A pop resonated in the air followed by a sweet aroma, like fresh honeydew. Theia inhaled the fruity scent. She was amazed how strong the aroma was even from across the room, and with each breath she took it seemed to grow bolder.
Luc then picked two tarnished goblets and stood before her. He handed her one goblet and she took it in her hands. The metal was cool in her palm, but when he poured the sparkling green liquid from the decanter into her cup, her hands became warm.
"Drink it," he said, eyeing her carefully.
"I'll pass." She held the cup up for him to take.
"You'll need your strength." He nudged the cup back. "It will help heal your wounds."
Theia scanned her arms and legs; she looked like she had been spun in a blender. "What is it?" she asked, as she peered into the cup.
"It's seaweed. But not surface greens; that stuff's garbage, tainted by your air and all the pollutants on the surface."
Theia rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like I live in a wasteland."
She studied her drink. There was no way this was seaweed. At first she didn't notice any color, but, when she raised the cup up and the liquid moved, it shimmered to an emerald hue. She swirled the cup again and with each churn the cocktail deepened until it turned black, the scent increasing as well, overwhelming her with a desire to taste it on her lips. It was either delicious or deadly.
"You still haven't answered my question—if I'm so taboo, why bother?"
Again, Luc ignored her question, instead pouring a second goblet full of the liquid. He held his cup out to her.
"Let's drink to a new friendship." He grinned as he clapped the goblets together so they made a loud clang and then paused as he waited for her to take the first sip.
Theia held her breath, closed her eyes, and, as she raised the golden cup to her lips, prayed Luc was on her side.
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