When I contacted Sarah from Okay Creations to design the cover for SOMEWHERE BETWEEN WATER & SKY, I knew it was going to be good.
My only request? EVERY SHATTERED THING's cover was dark and I loved that—it was so indicative of the story. This book? I wanted color. I wanted vibrancy. I gave her the blurb and she ran with it and....
....well, you can see for yourself ::
I KNOW RIGHT?!
Currently, I am in the midst of editing, and really-really can't wait to get the book in your hands. It comes out SEPTEMBER 18 on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo. Mark your calendars.
Oh and, if you haven't read EVERY SHATTERED THING, grab your copy here. It's only 99 cents for the eBook version.
Also, while you're at it, make sure to add SOMEWHERE BETWEEN WATER & SKY on Goodreads and check out this exclusive excerpt (all other cover reveal posts share a scene from the first chapter) -
We pull up to Sunset Cliffs and there’s not a soul in sight. Jessa takes the rubber band around her wrist and lifts and twists her hair into a high bun to fight the wind.
“I can’t believe there’s no one here.”
I can’t either. I breathe in deep—smelling the ocean and feeling the wind blow my hair loose of its braid. I don’t even care. I walk to the edge of the cliff and hold my hands to my chest as if to keep the ache inside.
Sometimes beauty hurts you with her power.
The waves are rushing up to the cliff and crashing against the rock, spraying salt water up above. My flesh erupts in goosebumps and I shiver. I don’t know if I believe in holy spaces. But here? I gaze out to the almost imperceptible line where water meets sky.
Here, everything seems sacred.
A wave crashes beneath me and the foam sprays up and over the ledge, baptizing my feet. I breathe in quick and blink away the tears. It’s almost too much. I hesitate, wondering if I should just walk away. Maybe I’m making too much of things.
But the waves seem to take on a different chorus, beckoning me closer and closer to the edge.
I find a spot that’s dry and sit down, curling my legs into my chest and resting my chin on my knees.
The sky is screaming too, but this time I’m not sure I want to hear.
She’s begging me to remember mornings spent watching her grab hold of the blackness and edging it out for another day.
Begging me to hold on—to believe—to rest in second chances.
Because there’s always another day coming, right?
But there’s also the ending—the way the colors give in to the darkness and disappear for a moment.
Which one of those is truth?
I sit and listen to the chorus above and below me, wondering if just maybe, that’s where my hope is: somewhere in the middle between water and sky.
Speaking of hope.
I bite my lip and close my eyes against Jessa and Ren’s giggles behind me. Their happiness reminds me of piggybacks under the night sky and falling stars and running from trains and kissing to beat the storm. A tear trickles down my face and I bury my head in between my legs before raising it again to watch the sun dip below the horizon, the waves gaining intensity and rush as the tide moves inland.
Never leave me, he said. I roll my eyes and feel the anger brimming beneath the surface. If only I knew that “never leave me” meant more for job security than true love. The fissure within cracks a little more and I let my shoulders slump inward to mind the pain.
Sometimes, a broken heart needs to see the darkness take over to know she’s not alone.