Genre: YA Contemporary
Published by Entangled Teen
Published on December 4th, 2017
After her mother’s plane went missing over the Indian Ocean, seventeen-year-old Sienna Jones gave up everything she loved about living in California. No more surfing. No more swimming. No more ocean, period. Playing it safe, hiding from the world, is the best call.
Until her dad throws down the challenge of a lifetime: spend the summer with his humanitarian team in Indonesia, working with orphans who lost everything in a massive tsunami.
The day they arrive, Sienna meets a mysterious boy named Deni, whose dark, intense eyes make her heart race. Their stolen nights force her to open up and live in a way she thought she couldn’t anymore. When she’s with Deni, she remembers the girl she used to be…and starts to feel like the woman he sees in her.
A woman he wants for his own.
But when Deni’s past comes looking for him, Sienna’s faced with losing another person she loves. She can’t do it. Not again.
Fortunately, this time, she has a plan.
About the Author:
Her first novel, SEA (Putnam), was a Gateway Readers Award Finalist & Northern California Book of the Year nominee, was a Summer 2010 Indie Next Pick and a Goodreads “Mover and Shaker”.
Read below for an excerpt from the book:
My face feels drizzly, like lying under sprinklers on a hot summer day.
And I’m not alone.
He leans over me, strong arms bent, peering from behind a wedge of thick brown hair, haunted eyes holding me in place under the fresh grass mist. I can’t unlock my eyes from his and without waiting to be invited, I need to find out why. Without fear or guarded delay, I reach out, grazing his cheek with my fingertips. I’m not sure if I’ll burn or break, and I don’t care.
Why are you looking at me this way?
What do you want to tell me?
Are you going to kiss me?
His skin is soft and hot like wet velvet under my fingers.
Cocking his head to the side, a piece of wet hair falling across a deep scar on his forehead, he looks at me like he wants to tell me his story, but doesn’t quite know how. My heart blows up like an overfilled water balloon that might burst from all the sadness.
I woke up in a panic. The boy, his eyes, his secrets, evaporated into sauna-like vapors, vanishing with the rain.
Where did he go, where had he come from, and how had he known where to find me flooded my brain, and all I wanted was to get him back and force him to stay so I could touch him again, and then bam! I banged my head on something hard and sharp. I cried out in pain, rubbing my forehead as my eyes slowly focused on a blunt blue corner.
The shutters. The dorm. The orphanage. Or pesantren. Whatever.
Light streamed through the dewy crack in the window. I blinked.
How long had I been out? More importantly, how could I have imagined something so vivid? My dreams were real, but never that real.