by Annie Cosby
Release Date: 03/01/14
"... a darkly romantic beginning to what promises to be an unusual contemporary YA fantasy series."
- Serena Chase, USA Today
When Cora’s mother whisks the family away for the summer, Cora must decide between forging her future in the glimmering world of second homes where her parents belong, or getting lost in the bewitching world of the locals and the mystery surrounding a lonely old woman who claims to be a selkie creature—and who probably needs Cora more than anyone else.
Through the fantastical tales and anguished stories of the batty Mrs. O’Leary, as well as the company of a particularly gorgeous local boy called Ronan, Cora finds an escape from the reality of planning her life after high school. But will it come at the cost of alienating Cora’s mother, who struggles with her own tragic memories?
As the summer wanes, it becomes apparent that Ronan just may hold the answer to Mrs. O’Leary’s tragic past—and Cora’s future.
Learning To Swim
by Annie Cosby
“Are you lost, dear?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I
whirled frantically about to find the source of the voice.
A tiny old woman sat on the porch of a
house a few yards back from the boardwalk. I’d taken no notice of the small
yellow house when passing by, as most of the houses this way were just as
tumbled down as the red cabins around them.
The yellow house was short and squat,
the paint faded and chipping around the windows. A round window peeked from
above the porch but it was dark and cloudy.
“I’m sorry,” the old woman said. She
talked so slowly it sounded like she might kick the bucket any minute now. “Did
I scare you?”
Yes, I find you
incredibly freaky,
I thought. Your little house is creepy
and your voice is like bugs crawling on my skin. “No,” I chirped aloud.
“The ocean can make one jumpy,” she smiled.
You have no
idea.
One of her wrinkled hands strayed to
absently touch the shiny paisley scarf covering her hair. “Do you need
directions somewhere?” The hand wandered down her short neck and finally
settled back in her lap.
“No,” I stammered, “I’m just looking.” Just looking? For what? An early death?
“Oh, yes, there is a lot to look at,
isn’t there?” The old woman seemed pleased with this. She sat in a huge wooden
rocking chair, bobbing slowly but diligently back and forth. It creaked—either
the chair or the woman’s old joints—at regular intervals. A matching chair
rocked, empty beside her. An effect of the wind rolling off the ocean, no
doubt, but a shiver skittered down my spine nonetheless.
“The best suns are always after the
best storms,” she said.
I nodded, though she didn’t look at me.
Her dark eyes, after appraising me once, had returned to roving the horizon of
the ocean, never stopping to linger over anything in particular. Her hands lay
limply in her lap as her feet, in house slippers, kept the chair rocking.
“The waves are big today,” she
continued. “There was a puddle over
there, thought maybe the sun had caught an ashray.”
My automatic grunt of a response died
in my throat. Ash what?
“Nothing left but a puddle of water if
it’s caught in the sun. They’re nocturnal, you know.” She looked at me this
time.
“I … uh, yeah …” No, no, I didn’t know, and I sure as hell didn’t want to know.
“So you must never swim at night. But
do watch for water spirits,” she said. “Not all dangers are nocturnal.”
“Water spirits. Of course.” I nodded
vaguely because asking what a water spirit was would be counterproductive to my
escaping this terrifying conversation.
“You’ll help me, won’t you, dear?” she
said, without looking at me.
“I …” have absolutely no response for this. What on earth could I help
her with?
“And make sure you are careful, when
you go to swim.”
I grabbed at the excuse. “Yes, of
course, and—and I was just on my way to do that—to go swim—I should be going.
Swimming. That way.” I backed away slowly, waiting for her to toss another
warning about ashbugs at me, but she was only nodding slowly at the horizon.
As if I
needed more reasons to be terrified of the water—water ghosts hadn’t even made
my preexisting list. Summer in this town was going to be worse than I’d
previously assumed. Already 100 percent of the population I’d met was
certifiably whacko.
“Pumped Up Kicks” – Foster The People
“Royals” – Lorde
“Some Nights” – Fun.
“Be Be Your Love” – Rachael Yamagata
“Say Something (I’m Giving Up On You)” – A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera
“Here’s To The Night” – Eve 6
“Don’t Wake Me Up” – The Hush Sound
“Owl City” – The Saltwater Room
“Island In The Sun” – Weezer
“I Will Wait” – Mumford & Sons
Learning to Swim is free on Amazon from Dec. 8-12, and the sequel, Learning to Live, is out now!
I'm the YA author of the USA Today recommended HEARTS OUT OF WATER series and the brand new HUMMINGBIRD SAGA.
When I'm not writing, I'm usually freelance editing for awesome clients like Anna Katmore (formerly Piper Shelly) and Month9Books/Swoon Romance!
I split my days between my hometown, St. Louis, and my adopted love, Galway, Ireland.
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