Karin Cox – What the Sea Wants – Virtual Book Tour

New Adult Contemporary Romance (with paranormal elements)
Date Published: January 29, 2016
Brewer can’t face the truth.
Gordon can’t bear another lie.
A passion
for surfing brings them together,
but will
the sea, with all its sorrows, tear them apart?
something about me you need to know—something I’m not sure I can tell you.”
Juliette Brewer has always been different. From the age of four,
she’s endured frequent premonitions of tragedy, but the one thing she never saw
coming was the thing that would send her under. When she catches the
ocean-coloured eyes of surf-lifesaving heartthrob Ash Gordon, Juliette’s life
changes for the better … until a tragic accident destroys their dreams.
Everyone else has given up, moved on, and put Ash’s loss behind them, but
Juliette can’t—and perhaps she shouldn’t. Not all who are missing are lost, but
if she refuses to accept reality, will the sea claim her sanity as well as her
lover’s life?

First chapter of What the Sea Wants 
something about me you need to know, something I’m not sure I can tell
you.” I let a handful of sand trickle between my fingers and closed my
eyes, doing my best to stop the flickering show reel in my head, each
image a vivid reminder I shouldn’t even be having this conversation. Was
I really going to share this with him? And if I did, how could I be
sure that if something happened between us, something to end this
wonderful dream, Ash Gordon wouldn’t turn around and spill? If he
did—maybe even when he did—I knew what it would mean. 
I’d seen
the looks on people’s faces before. The crinkling, narrowed eyes, the
quirked eyebrows, the faux smiles. Long ago, back before I closed up
shop and stopped letting people know I was different, back when I still
made an effort to make friends and explain, I’d seen those expressions.
But this was now, and even now I knew what most people would think. The
same thing sceptics always thought about people like me: another one for
the funny farm. 
Ash reached across and took my hand, pressing my
sandy palm to his lips. “Babe, nothing you say can change how I feel
about you.” 
“Nothing?” Doubt made my voice quaver, or was it the
intensity of his eyes—multi-faceted, brilliant, gleaming with the inner
depth that was the wellspring his songs burst forth from.
I turned away, focussing on the horizon, on the sun drowning in the sea. 
he promised, tousled blond-brown hair bouncing around his face as he
shook his head. “I’d love you even if you were born a dude.” 
laughed, but I couldn’t stop myself readjusting my bikini top,
momentarily self-conscious of my lack of curves. He’d been joking, of
course, but I still worried. Worrying was my thing, after all. “Really?”
He shrugged and winked. “Hey, a cute arse is a cute arse, I always say.”
I wrinkled my nose at him, and he revealed that perfect, crookedly confident smile that had me hooked from the get-go. 
“Next on the list.” He checked off another finger. “I’ll love you even if you’re a reptilian alien masquerading as a human.”
“Like Trump?” I joked.
“Nah, like Bieber.” 
Nice! But I’m not an alien.” At least I didn’t think so. Sometimes I
did feel like I came from another planet, though. Planet Fucked Up. My
secret, the secret I was struggling to tell Ash, made me wary. It kept
me silent. It made me wonder what was real and what wasn’t. But most of
all, it made me anxious. It kept me up at night. I chewed my
fingernails, scrolled news websites for hours, or withdrew from the
world for days. It made me afraid to dream. And right now, it made me
wonder how to tell Ash. 
“Right. Next guess.” He folded down another finger. “I’ve long suspected you’re actually an angel.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nice line, Romeo. I’m no angel.”
gave a disbelieving pffft. “That’s bad news. Means you’re a demon.” He
reached over and gave my bikini strap a tweak. “An angel in the streets
and a
demon in the sheets…?” He waggled his dark eyebrows hopefully. “I gotta say I’m kinda wishin’ for that.” 
“Perv.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m not a demon.”
maybe it was a kind of possession. I’d often wondered where it came
from, from what dark place. Wherever it was, I’d spent most of my life
wishing it would go back there. For sixteen years, Yiayia had made the
sign of the cross every time I stepped over the threshold of my
grandparents’ house in Melbourne, but her efforts had done nothing to
ward off whatever darkness had latched onto me.
Ash caught my
arm and pulled me down on top of him, kissing the tip of my nose. “I’m
just messin’ with you. Spill it, babe. No more secrets.” His eyes
darkened and his tone, while not dismissive, was guarded, despite his
reassurances. “I’m sure I’ve heard worse. How bad can it be?”
The last time he’d said that, I remembered, it had been bad. 
of water from my surf-wet hair trickled onto his shoulders as I
wriggled off him and sat up, resuming my slow funnelling of sand. I was
afraid to look at him, anticipating his disbelief.
“No secrets,” I repeated softly. Then I did it. Said it. “Ash, I … I see things sometimes—terrible things.” 
brow furrowed. “That’s it?” He sounded half-disappointed. “Like what?
Hallucinations? Is it some kind of … condition or something? ”
I shook my head. “No. More kind of … Sixth Sense.”
“You see dead people?” He jolted upright.
I swivelled the beaded bracelet on my wrist, the one Yiayia had given
me believing it be some kind of lucky charm. “I see people die.”

Karin Cox
is the author of an Amazon #1 bestselling paranormal romance and dark fantasy
series (DARK GUARDIANS), among other titles, and officially has too many words
in her brain, usually all swimming around in wine. Often they come out in dribs
and drabs, sometimes in poetic explosions, but mostly she has to coax them out
one at a time and manually wrangle them into line.
She lives
in sunny Queensland, Australia, where she occasionally hits the beach in an
effort to avoid a vitamin D deficiency from shutting herself in a dark room to
converse with fictional people. She comes with all the usual accessories: cat,
dog, kid, full-grown man-child, several outfit changes, and shoes she can’t
seem to walk in (so swaps for thongs/flip-flops). She would also like a
“dream house,” a hot pink camper with a waterslide, and an
unrealistically proportioned waist, but Barbie beat her to it.
enjoys camping, bellydancing, folk music, poetry, writing, wine and Facebook. 
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