Thursday 28 August 2014

Coral & Bone by Tiffany Daune Book Blitz and Giveaway!

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Coral & Bone
by Tiffany Daune
Coral & Bone #1
Publication Date: July 7, 2014 
Genres: FantasyParanormalYoung Adult 
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Blitz: Coral & Bone by Tiffany Daune

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Halen knows the sparks igniting under her fingertips are dangerous. She has spent her entire life trying to quell the tingly feelings that make her destroy things, but now that she is back in Rockaway Beach, where she watched her father drown, the flames have become impossible to tame. Even more dangerous than the flames are the images of a mysterious boy with stormy gray eyes and a crooked smile that she can’t seem to stop drawing.
Halen is trying to hold on, but when she is thrust into a mysterious new world, the underwater realm of Elosia, she unravels the secrets of her past and can't help but ignite. As she explores Elosia, she realizes her life has been a lie. And when those who have deceived her come to her for help, and the mysterious boy from her drawings becomes flesh and blood before her eyes, Halen must choose—walk away or unleash the magick that could destroy them all.

Excerpt :

She didn’t want to get up. She didn’t want to face him. If she acknowledged that her surroundings were real, then so was he. The boy from her sketchbook existed along with the mermaids and whatever this place was. There was no sane explanation for any of this.

“Where am I?” Halen brushed the tears from her eyes. She twisted the silver bracelet and tried to pry it off once more. Stupid bracelet.Dax knelt down beside her.

“I don’t want it. It’s bad luck. I want it off.” She tugged again and her wrist turned red. Some birthday gift.

“Hey, just leave it. It will be okay.” He grasped her shoulder and when he did, a new kind of spark trickled down her arm. Over the years, and especially over the last few months, Halen had classified her tingly feelings, like the ones that pestered her to draw the boy, Dax. They were harmless and could easily be tamed with a pencil.

Then there were warning sparks that heated, like the ones she felt in the presence of danger. And then there were the sparks that ignited, the kind that led to exploding windshields. But these sparks making her skin tingle, especially where Dax’s hand was on her shoulder, were a whole different species.

“Please Halen, just come with me.” He took his hand away and tucked it behind his back.

“I’m crazy,” she whispered.

“Maybe you are. I don’t know you well enough.” He stood up.She was about to tell him how rude he was when she looked up and saw he was smiling. A joke. He was joking. Relax, she told herself. She knew she had to relax before the sparks took over. Once they did, she didn’t have control of what would happen. She imagined the rock spires crumbling around them. The ceiling raining rainbow shards.

“This is not a hallucination, is it?” she asked.

“You’re going to need some time.”

She didn’t want more time. She wanted to go home.“Hey look, I’m sorry I called you a thief,” he said. “Things have been complicated lately. I’m a little stressed myself.”

“You?” she asked.

“I thought you were going to die. You were in rough shape. Throwing up and screaming through 
the fever.” He kicked the moss with his toes. His feet were bare, his nails the same opal color as his mother’s. “A girl I knew died several months ago. Seeing you wounded... it just made me think of her.” He looked away. “You’re a fighter though. Not many have survived an attack by the mermaids. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.”Grief can make you act all kinds of weird. She understood that better than anyone. “Were you close to her?”

“We had a connection.” He started to walk. “We should go.”

Halen wanted to ask him more, but already he was striding up the long set of stairs before them. The stairs wound in a spiral and at the very top, she could make out a faint light, but it was still very far away. Already she was exhausted; she didn’t know how she would make it up. But when she glanced back there didn’t seem to be another way out. She would have to climb the endless staircase.

Her calves ached with each step. Halen had to drag both feet up onto one stair before she could take her next step. Dax ascended the stairs in long strides, stopping often to wait for her to catch up. She observed him as she followed him. He wore skin tight shorts, like swimmers, which stopped just above his knees. His loose navy shirt reminded Halen of a woven net. Underneath, she could make out the dark patches of several tattoos. Halen kept thinking about the girl who he had lost. We had a connection. 

What did that mean?

Halen had a connection with Dax, only it went one way. How do you tell someone you’ve never seen before that day, that you’ve been drawing them for months? And that you knew every angle of their face and every expression. Halen couldn’t even explain it to herself.

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About the Author

Tiffany Daune

I write stories about magick, love and dark creatures lurking in the shadows. When I'm not lost in Edit Land you can find me reading a book from my towering TBR pile or at the movie theater nibbling licorice. I don't have a lucky number, but my favorite time is 11:11. I completely believe that the fortunes found inside cookies will come true and that you must be careful when wishing on stars. I live on an island, so if you want to visit you'll need a boat, and if you want to survive the passage be sure to bring candy for the mermaids.

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