My Date From
Hell
Tellulah Darling
(The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #2)
Publication date: October 31st 2013
Genres: Comedy, Mythology, Young Adult
Tellulah Darling
(The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #2)
Publication date: October 31st 2013
Genres: Comedy, Mythology, Young Adult
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.
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.
AUTHOR BIO
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.
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.
Excerpt from My Date From Hell
The tigers herded me along for about fifteen minutes over soft,
spongy ground with the occasional tree root to stumble over. Nothing slithered
or skittered over my feet, for which I was profoundly grateful.
We stepped into a clearing in front of a large, clear pond with
a waterfall. It was beautiful here. I almost forgot about my keepers until one
of them pawed at me gently. I jumped at the slight rasp of its claws on my
skirt and glared at it.
“You prefer lunch with a view?” I asked the tigers, pleased with
my bravado. They sat down, hemming me in along the shore of the pond.
A woman began to sing. Not in
Greek. Not a hymn or a chant or a lullaby.
Nope. She sang of how her loneliness was killing her. Which
sounds poetic, but was actually Britney Spears.
Another woman joined her. And another.
It was the best unplugged cover of “Hit Me Baby One More Time”
that I’d ever heard.
Three young women swam out from behind the waterfall. They
looked like triplets, with dusky olive skin, and long black hair all threaded
through with silvery flowers that glinted as they caught the sunlight. Their
voices soared as they entreated the object of their song to give them a sign.
My toes were tapping. And yeah, I hummed along. Whatever. It
didn’t get to be a massive hit without being catchy.
The Diana Ross of the group swam forward and held out her hand.
As if. I wasn’t jumping in.
One of my feline jailers nudged
me hard enough to push me in.
Instead of being wet, I found myself floating
underwater but in the air. The
women continued to sing, starting their song again as they
somehow plucked orchids which did usually not grow underwater to weave in my
hair.
By the time they had finished adorning me, I was singing, too.
I rose out of the waves. Light caught the spray of droplets,
creating a thousand tiny prisms of color. Crooning my heart out with eternal
angst, I was consumed with emotion. I had to sing.
This was the most poignant song ever written and I was the
keeper of all the anguish.
Kai stepped out into the clearing and I sang to him. Sang this
ageless story
that was our tale. About misunderstanding. About confession. And
this burning need to know.
I walked out of the water and took Kai’s hands. Enfolded him in
my arms then returned us to the pond. I sank with him beneath the waves into
this place of air, my voice raised in lyrical pleading to show me that sign.
That’s when Kai tickled me.
As I started to laugh and could no longer sing, I realized that
I was drowning him—not in air but in cold water—while burbling Britney Spears
lyrics off- key, tears falling from my eyes like an overwrought teenybopper.
Jack hadn’t attacked me, psychologically or otherwise. No, he’d
put me under the spell of the sirens and then made me their lead singer in an
attempt to take Kai out. Thankfully, it hadn’t worked.
I stumbled out of the pond and
said casually, “Well, that was awkward.”
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