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Thursday, July 27, 2017

BENEATH THE HAUNTING SEA by Joanna Ruth Meyer / Cover Reveal & Excerpt #BeneathTheHauntingSea

There's a new YA imprint, who's debut author has a book coming out next year. Today I'm thrilled to share both the cover and an excerpt, for BENEATH THE HAUNTING SEA by Joanna Meyer. Ideal for fans of Leigh Bardugo, Sarah J. Maas and Mary Pearson's, this debut will be released in January of 2018. Check out this cover!

I love the underwater theme on this cover. Especially the little details, like the mermaid tail on the a in Sea. I'm looking forward to reading this book when it's out. 


By: Joanna Ruth Meyer
Published by: Page Street
To Be Released on: January 9th, 2018
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Can’t You Hear It, Talia? 
Can’t You Hear the Waves Singing? 

Sixteen-year-old Talia was born to a life of certainty and luxury, destined to become Empress of half the world. But when an ambitious rival seizes power, she and her mother are banished to a nowhere province on the far edge of the Northern Sea. 

It is here, in the drafty halls of Ruen-Dahr, that Talia discovers family secrets, a melancholy boy who suffers from troubling visions of her future, and a mysterious jar of starlight. On these shores, the eerie melody of the sea is stronger than ever, unearthing long-buried tales of the Goddess Rahn. The more dark truths that she exposes about the gods’ history—and her own—the more the waves call to her, and it may be her destiny to answer. 


JOANNA RUTH MEYER lives with her dear husband and son in Arizona, where it never rains (or at least not often enough for her!). When she’s not writing, she can be found teaching piano lessons, drinking copious amounts of tea, reading thick books, and dreaming of winter. Visit her at, and follow her on Twitter @gamwyn.

Chapter Six

Talia was fast asleep in the cabin belowdecks when the storm came. She started awake to the violent tilting of the floor beneath her and waves slamming against the sides of the ship, so hard she thought it might break apart. She climbed out of bed to look through the porthole, but the ship jerked her backwards and sideways, throwing her in a heap against her mother’s bunk. Somehow, her mother slept on.
She fought her way to her feet again, grabbing the edge of the porthole and digging her fingers into the wood around it. She peered through the glass.
The black sea leapt at the ship, clawing to get in. A flash of light exploded over the water, followed by a near-deafening crack of thunder. The vessel seemed to shake—the world seemed to shake.
She couldn’t help but think of her mother’s gods, and the stories she used to tell about them: Tuer of the mountain and Raiva of the trees. Mahl and Ahdairon, Lord and Lady of the air. Uerc of the beasts and Huen of the earth. Caida of the stars and Hald of the rivers. Aigir of the sea.
Watching the storm through the porthole, she could almost believe the stories were true. She was struck by her own helplessness, caught in the middle of the vast ocean at the mercy of the waves, or maybe even the gods.
Another flash of lightning, another crrrrrrraaaack of thunder. A wave hit the ship so hard it tipped sideways, throwing Talia against the door. Her bare foot caught on something sharp and she hissed in pain. The next moment she was tossed back towards the porthole. She touched it with one hand, and the icy coldness of the glass shot through her.
And then she saw something out there in the storm: a huge shape gleaming in the rain. Her thoughts tangled with images of sea monsters or gods come suddenly to life. She and her mother could die tonight. Drown in the black sea amidst the splintered remains of the ship.
Lightning slashed across the sky, illuminating the world for an instant, and there it was: a whale, nearly the size of the ship, swimming beside them in the storm. She stared, transfixed. Thunder crashed overhead, and once more the ship lurched crazily, tipping her away from the porthole.