Two hundred years ago a ship went missing. Somebody made sure nobody would ever find her.
Nassau, 2016. Cleo St. Germain finds what nobody else can—wrecks, relics, the lost and the drowned. She works alone, sells anonymously, and has spent four years making sure not one living soul knows what she is.
Then a package arrives from a dead man. Her father's last journal, containing information about a wreck he chased for four years, and a family with three hundred years of money who have already gone to court to keep it out of her hands.
The Heliotrope sank in 1830 with a fortune in her staterooms. The record says she went down four hundred miles from where anybody last saw her. Somebody wanted the world searching the wrong sea, and they have been very patient, for a very long time.
Cleo will need Jake Flick to fund the search: charming, infuriating, and the only man alive her voice has never worked on, which means he can't be persuaded, can't be edited, and can't be made to forget her.
And she can't shake Eadie Jackson, either. Nineteen, four months into her first salt cycle, wishing to find a mother the ocean swallowed seven years ago, and certain that Cleo is proof a siren can survive herself.
What's down there is worth ten million dollars. What's underneath it will cost Cleo everything.
Heliotrope delivers a lush blend of the author’s beloved siren lore, buried treasure, and reluctant vulnerability. Come for the underwater intrigue—stay for the banter, the gut-punch twist, and a heroine who’d rather drown than fall in love.
Main tropes:
Nassau, 2016. Cleo St. Germain finds what nobody else can—wrecks, relics, the lost and the drowned. She works alone, sells anonymously, and has spent four years making sure not one living soul knows what she is.
Then a package arrives from a dead man. Her father's last journal, containing information about a wreck he chased for four years, and a family with three hundred years of money who have already gone to court to keep it out of her hands.
The Heliotrope sank in 1830 with a fortune in her staterooms. The record says she went down four hundred miles from where anybody last saw her. Somebody wanted the world searching the wrong sea, and they have been very patient, for a very long time.
Cleo will need Jake Flick to fund the search: charming, infuriating, and the only man alive her voice has never worked on, which means he can't be persuaded, can't be edited, and can't be made to forget her.
And she can't shake Eadie Jackson, either. Nineteen, four months into her first salt cycle, wishing to find a mother the ocean swallowed seven years ago, and certain that Cleo is proof a siren can survive herself.
What's down there is worth ten million dollars. What's underneath it will cost Cleo everything.
Heliotrope delivers a lush blend of the author’s beloved siren lore, buried treasure, and reluctant vulnerability. Come for the underwater intrigue—stay for the banter, the gut-punch twist, and a heroine who’d rather drown than fall in love.
Main tropes:
- Immune to her magic
Forced proximity
Grumpy/sunshine
Found family / reluctant mentor
Treasure hunt with a body count
Forced proximity
Rivals to lovers
Slow burn
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy