Summer Reads Countdown with @lovingthebook
Day 12 Water So Deep by @nicholegiles
Giles, the author of The DESCENDANT series, and The WATER SO DEEP series, has
lived in Nevada, Arizona, Utah, and Texas. She is a fan of all things
paranormal and magical, and her dreams include owning a garden full of fairies,
riding a unicorn, and taming the pet dragon she adopted at a recent local
ComiCon. She loves to spend time with her family, travel to tropical and exotic
destinations, drive in the rain with the convertible top down, and play music
at full volume so she can sing along.
Emma Harris is drowning on dry land.
No one knows what’s happening to her, and she’d like to keep her evolution from
human to mermaid a secret, but the truth is getting harder and harder to hide.
From her adoptive family, from her friends, and especially from the
irresistible James Phelps.
Her time in the ocean is spent dodging a possessive merman, while her time on
land is split between caring for her special-needs brother and squeezing in
every last possible moment of human life. She soon realizes falling for James
is unavoidable when he constantly comes to Emma’s rescue and somehow manages to
see through her carefully constructed icy facade to the vulnerability she lives
with every day. Everything about James makes Emma yearn for a life on land she
just can’t have.
When Emma’s brother disappears on her watch, James is the only person she
trusts to help her save him. But even if they can save her brother, nothing can
prevent her return to the sea. Whether she likes it or not, Emma is
changing—unable to breathe without yielding to the tide—and it’s only a matter
of time before she’s forced to surrender forever.
Peters made another note, then pocketed his notebook and stood, frowning. “What
are you planning to do about this broken window? It’s unlikely you’ll get a
glass company out here to replace it until morning. Is there somewhere you and
Keith can go for the night?”
staying at the neighbor’s.” Emma took in the glass all over the floor, the cool
breeze blowing in, and had to swallow a lump in her throat. “I don’t know what
to do about the window.”
help her take care of it.” James reached across the arms of their chairs and
took her hand, palm-to-palm, an offer of solid support—friendship. “Do you know
if your dad has any plywood lying around?”
Her head spun as the initial adrenaline rush wore off, but she squeezed James’s
hand, grateful. “Thanks.”
shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
leveled his gaze on James. “You planning to stick around for a while?”
hesitated, his eyes searching hers for approval. “As long as Emma needs. I’ll
help her clean up, make sure she’s not alone if the vandal comes back.”
stirred, fluttered, in Emma’s chest, soft, like the tentacles of a jellyfish in
motion. She tried to push the feeling away, but James held tight, and the warm
sensation traveled up her arm and spread through the rest of her body.
carefully, Emma. Go slow. Don’t dive in just because it feels good to be
touched, to have someone worry about you. James
moved her in foreign ways, from places no one else had managed to reach. By all
accounts, he should be forbidden territory. She couldn’t ask him to stay, but
tonight, she didn’t relish the idea of being alone, either.
officer poked his head in the door. “Lieutenant, we’re clear out here.”
Brown.” Peters handed Emma a business card. “Here’s my number. I’m on duty
until two a.m., but you can call anytime.”
She ran her fingers over the card as Peters strode from the house, closing the
door behind him. Outside, the cops got in their cars, turned off the flashing
lights, and one by one, drove away.