For Tristan Hart, everything changes with one crashing wave.
He was gone for three days. Sucked out to sea in a tidal wave and spit back ashore at Coney Island with no memory of what happened. Now his dreams are haunted by a terrifying silver mermaid with razor-sharp teeth.
His best friend Layla is convinced something is wrong. But how can he explain he can sense emotion like never before? How can he explain he’s heir to a kingdom he never knew existed? That he’s suddenly a pawn in a battle as ancient as the gods.
Something happened to him in those three days. He was claimed by the sea…and now it wants him back.
So close to the book's release, I've been searching. "Searching?" you ask.
"Yes," I say. "Searching the beaches of Coney Island." I've been on the lookout for a certain merman. If I know one thing about how to catch a merman, it is that you need a good bikini, some fried stuff (he thinks it's calamari), and a little bit of sea mead.
Sorry, he's actually here right now and he's finished ALL the "calamari."
T: What's up?
Z: That's it? That's all I get? I bring you this delicious meal, extra crispy. YOUR FAVORITE? And seaweed beer and all you have to say is What's Up?
T: Uh....You look nice. White goes well with your hair color.
Z: Well, when you put it that way--
T: I don't want to be rude, but, how come you called me?
Z: I'm your creator. I wanted to show you off on my blogs.
T: That's cool.
Z: As you know, I wrote your story
Z: *louder* I wrote your STORY because mermaids are shiny and pretty--
T: I'm all man, lady! And it's merman. Merbro, if you prefer.
Z: Because you're not on the cover of the novel--
T: *crosses arms stubbornly* I've been working out for no reason.
Z: *pats his head* Don't you worry. This is your chance to shine. To let the world (wide web) know more about you.
T: Fine, but lets go on the beach. Your fingers are getting prune and its grossing me out.
Z: *hides hands* I'm going to give you a series of random things and you have to pick the first one that comes to mind.
T: Okay, but shouldn't you be writing book 2?
Z: Blond or Brunette?
T: Brunette, def.
Z: Cake of Pie?
T: Cherry pie
Z: Buffy or Faith?
Z: Chicken or Bacon?
T: chicken WRAPPED in bacon?
Z: Girlfriend or One time make-out buddy?
T: You wouldn't think so by looking at me, but, girlfriend.
Z: The book or the movie?
T: The book, but don't tell anyone. I don't want to ruin my rep.
Z: An eternity in the seven seas or finishing high school?
T: You can't ask that! No spoilers!
T: Neither. I like face to face time.
Z: Ocean or pool?
T: My scales look SICK in the pool when it's light out and stuff. But The ocean stings my gills less. So it's hard to choose.
Z: Zombies or Unicorns?
T: I haven't met either-- but I guess, unicorns wouldn't try to eat me. Right....?
Z: Layla or Gwen?
T: Listen, lady! I said NO SPOILERS!
*pushes himself off the rock and swims away from me.*
He's not usually so crabby. But, there you have it. Tristan Hart, a merman out of water.
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