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My Date From Hell (The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #2)
Author: Tellulah Darling
Genre: YA Mythology/Comedy
Release Date: October 31, 2013
Description:
Sophie Bloom’s junior
year has been a bit of a train wreck. After the world’s greatest kiss
re-awakened Sophie’s true identity as Persephone (Goddess of Spring and
Savior of Humanity), she fought her dragon-lady guidance counselor to
the death, navigated mean girl Bethany’s bitchy troublemaking, and dealt
with the betrayal of her backstabbing ex, Kai (sexy Prince of
Darkness). You’d think a girl could catch a break.
Yeah, right.
With
Zeus stepping things up, it’s vital that Sophie retrieve Persephone’s
memories and discover the location of the ritual to stop Zeus and Hades.
So when Aphrodite strikes a deal that can unlock Sophie’s pre-mortal
past, what choice does the teen goddess have but to accept?
The
mission: stop media mogul Hermes from turning Bethany into a global
mega-celebrity. The catch? Aphrodite partners Sophie and Kai to work
together … and treat this suicide mission as a date. Which could work
out for Sophie’s plan to force Kai to admit his feelings for her–if she
doesn’t kill him first.
Add to that the fact that BFF Theo’s love
life and other BFF Hannah’s actual life are in Sophie’s hands, and
suddenly being a teenager—even a godlike one—seems a bit like … well,
hell. Whatever happened to dinner and a movie?
The YA romantic comedy/Greek mythology fireworks continue to fly in My Date From Hell.
Love meets comedy with a whole lot of sass in book two of this teen
fantasy romance series. Breaking up is easy; dating is deadly.
A lone figure stood awaiting my arrival.
Take the natural snobbiness of your everyday hipster, compound
it by the regular arrogance of guys in their mid-twenties, and magnify it by
infinity thanks to that whole god factor. You’d start to come close to the
waves of disdain that just naturally rolled off this dude. The Eau de Smarm he
exuded ensured that I wasn’t going to be cozying up to him any time soon.
It may have seemed like his denim shirt, worn unbuttoned over a
white wife beater and skinny jeans had been picked up directly off of the floor
that morning, but no. From the top of his rakish fedora sitting on his bright
red- dyed hair to his pink socks and white vintage Keds, Hephaestus was
calculated cool.
And weirdly cute, but I wasn’t going to give him that.
Not even the cane he sported, due to his left foot being twisted
inwards could detract from his projecting an overall “don’t even bother
reaching for my greatness” status. If anything, the cane was a sleek, black,
way cool accessory. “Hephaestus, I presume.”
He crossed his arms. “It’s Festos. And you better have a damn
good reason for showing up here with that password, honeybunch.”
“Theo sent me. Prometheus,” I amended, since I wasn’t sure if he
knew Theo’s human name.
Given the double take I received, I guess he did.
“I don’t believe you,” he said
flatly.
“I swear.
He thought you could help break a memory spell.”
“Too bad. I’m busy.”
I took a step forward, my hand up to keep him from
ordering me out.
“Please. I don’t think he would have sent me unless he believed
you were truly the one person who could help.”
Festos considered me for a second, then rolled his eyes.
“Lovely. You’re her. Did Prometheus mention any type of payment for my
services?”
“His undying thanks?”
Festos looked a bit too hopeful at that. You know, if you looked
past the “couldn’t care less” vibe.
“Not really,” I amended. “But you’re the only god he’s ever
mentioned in a remotely respectful way.”
“Wow. Such flattery.” He sighed and waved me toward the machine
in the middle of the room. “Get on.”
I hesitated.
He limped over to the contraption. “You want it undone or not?
Lose the pillow you’re wearing and move.”
I tossed my puffy coat onto one of the sofas. Then glanced
outside. I couldn’t help it. I was worried the minions had come back.
“We’re warded up,” Festos said and flicked a switch.
The machine came to life in a
roar of sound.
I bet you a bajillion dollars that if you made a list of all the
ways you might
remove a memory suppression spell, no matter how weird you got,
none of the items would include being hooked up to one of those kinda grungy,
video arcade dance machines and trying desperately to keep up with the patterns
whipping past.
I win, right?
Tellulah Darling
noun
1. YA Novelist
2. Alter ego of former screenwriter and instructor
3. Sassy minx
Geeks out over: cool tech.
Squees for: great storytelling.
Delights in: fabulous conversation.
Writes about: where love meets comedy. Awkwardness ensues.
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