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.
Theia’s head fell back as soon as she lifted it, her brain pounding with the demons’ shrill cries. She closed her eyes tight, trying to remember what had happened, but all she could see was the perfect, smiling face of the angel, his watery eyes staring back at her.
I must be dead, Theia thought.
But dead people didn’tfeel pain. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt heavy with every movement. She stretched her arm out to her side, and her elbow brushed against something soft. She peeked to her left. Sitting next to her was the angel with an amused, crooked smile on his face.
„Hi,” he said, his eyes soft with concern.
Theia gasped. He was beautiful. Loose waves of golden hair fell around his face in an ethereal halo, and his blue eyes sparkled like sapphires.
Are all angels this hot? She wondered.
He reached for her hand, but she snapped it back.
„Fair enough,” he said, with a cool grin. „I wouldn’t go around holding strangers’ hands either.”
He held out his hand for her to shake, but she tucked hers against her chest.
„I’m Luc,” he said.
Theia flushed. His voice was soft, even soothing, yet somehow beguiling at the same time.
„I really just wanted to check your pulse.” Luc held out his hand again in truce. „You’ve been out for hours—”
„That long?” Theia coughed. Her voice was cracked and hoarse.
„You lost a lot of blood and passed out.” He shook his head. „Those witches should have never touched you.”
His eyes searched Theia’s looking for an answer, but he did not seem to find the answer he was looking for.
„Their reaction was so strange,” he continued. „I don’t know what they were thinking.”
Theia’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back. She remembered the disappearing boat, treading water in the rain, but, most of all, she remembered the freaky demon girls, their vicious cries, and the little girl with a tail who tried to eat her alive.
Hallucinations brought on by hypothermia, Theia thought. But Luc had seen them too.
„What were they?” Theia asked.
Luc laughed. „You must still be out of it. Maybe you should lie back down.”
The room swirled as he lowered her back onto the pillow. Theia tried to focus on his blue eyes, but they seemed to spin like Van Gogh’s twisted stars.
„Your hair is so dark.” He swept his hand across her cheek and past her temple.
Theia held her breath. His touch warmed her down to the tips of her toes. She didn’t dare exhale.
Theia:Siren (Half Human / Half Artagasian)
Special Power: Her blood is the key to riches her blood can transform your soul.
Seventeen year old Theia Di Marco has a big heart and is compassionate. She is curious and headstrong. Theia thinks she can handle everything on her own and she usually can as long as she doesn’t let her emotions get the best of her.
Top five things Theia did and shouldn’t have
Flirted with the red haired boy in the library
Let the newspaper publish her picture
Fought with her mother
Surrendered to death
Kissed the boy with the crooked smile
Epic Playlist for Surface
Wide Awake ~ Katy Perry
Kiss Me ~ Ed Sheeran
Beautiful ~ Eminem
Enchanted ~ Taylor Swift
Coldplay ~ Fix You
I’m A Bomb ~ Natasha Bedingfield
Never Say Never ~ The Fray
Daylight ~ Maroon 5
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.
Tell us about your latest book, including its genre. Does it cross over to other genres? If so, what are they?
Surface is a young adult paranormal romance and is also my debut novel. Romance is the tie that binds this novel, but if you also crave a good thriller then Surface will be sure to send your heart racing.
What can we expect from you in the future?
Surface is the first book in a trilogy and I’m thrilled Noble Romance Publishing has offered a contract for the sequel, so keep an eye out for Landlocked in the near future. I’ll be posting tidbits on my site and may even tweet a few snippets. I’m also busy writing the last book in the series and hope to be done by this summer, so I can finally tan my ghostly bod.
What is your writing routine once you start writing a book?
For me, the only way to stick to a writing routine is by following the advice of author Alyson Noel, „B.I.C. (Butt in the chair).” When I wander into the kitchen for tea and chocolate or when tweeting seems more enjoyable than my plotline, I recall her words of wisdom and sit my derrière back down and write.
What do you do to recharge your batteries? What truly motivates you in general? In your writing?
This is a tough one, I’m kind of a workaholic because let face it really, I play all day. I love getting up knowing I’m going to make up a whole new world with new characters and bring them to life. I kind of know how Victor Frankenstein felt, crazy obsessed and thrilled when the story comes ALIVE. So when I do need to recharge, I unplug. I have to get away from the screen and spend time with my family. My family boosts me up and I’m good to go back to my lab I mean laptop.
What do you hope readers take with them after reading your work?
I want them to feel the story, more than just reading the words. When they put the book down the emotions of the characters should still resonate within them.
Why did you decide to write romance novels?
I grew up on Disney. How could I not be conditioned to write the romantic happily ever after? I’m a sucker for any guy meets girl & falls hopelessly in love plotline. Love never gets old.
What is the most rewarding thing about being a writer?
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished authors?
Don’t ever give up. Write and Submit. Write and Submit. Write and Submit. And when the rejection letters come in blast Katy Perry’s song Firework. Then back to write and submit. Write and Submit.
If you weren’t writing what would you be doing?