My Life From Hell by Tellulah Darling Release Day Blitz + Giveaway

My Date From Hell by Tellulah Darling
Series: The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #3
Release Date: March 20th, 2014
Pages: 414
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To say that Sophie Bloom is at the top of her game with one only week until spring equinox and the final showdown with Zeus and Hades would be, well, lying. The Goddess of Spring feels more like the Goddess of Bzz Thanks For Playing than the savior of humanity. And could her relationships be any more messed up?

Good times.

Sophie is convinced that things can’ t get any worse than crawling back to her mother Demeter and begging for help. But she’ s about to find out how very wrong she is.

It’ s a race against time for Sophie to implement the big battle strategy in the YA romantic comedy/Greek mythology finale My Life From Hell. Love meets comedy with a whole lot of sass in book three of this teen fantasy romance series. Save herself; save the world. Humanity may be screwed.

Excerpt:

In the center of the patio, a dark wood table had been laid out, laden with yumtastic Greek tapas like pita wedges, pink creamy taramasalata, triangles of spanakopita, and a heart attack heaven of saganaki–fried cheese.

Zeus and Hades sat there munching in silence. Not even the tense “One wrong move and there’ s gonna be a hurting” silence you would have expected from two powerful foes who despised each other. Nah. More like “Eh, it’ s family and family is gonna push your buttons, but we’ re here now, so let’ s eat.”

I took a moment to scope them out before I approached.

Most gods on Earth tended not to appear much taller than six feet. To blend in. But not these two. From the way they both dwarfed their chairs, I could tell they hit seven feet easy. Guess neither could stand to appear too human.

They looked ridiculous. Not just because of their height either. Hades had decided to wear pleated khakis, a plaid button-down shirt and a cardigan. Which sounded very golf dad but came off as bad-touch relative wrong when combined with his bloated alcoholic looks, and all around messed up energy. He wasn’ t giving off his usual charming, yet evil, vibes.

Pops, on the other hand, was his regular metrosexual self, all baby smooth skin and buffed mani. While I’ d only seen him in linen suits and a fedora, his current outfit could have been taken off one of the club goers I’ d just been with. No girl should ever see her father in a suit that skinny, shiny, or tight. Scouring that image from my memory banks might require therapy.

I slid into an empty chair between the two of them, glancing around to see if maybe Kai was here. “What’ s with the family reunion?” I asked. I could smell dad’ s citrus cologne, and knew better than to sniff for whatever brimstone Hades wore.

My father handed me a plate and motioned for me to load up. Ordinarily, I would have been happy to, but I was sulky that my dance-fueled peace had dissipated, and I didn’ t feel like breaking bread with two people who wanted me dead.

I set the plate down.

My father shot me a puzzled look. “Are you not feeling well? I know how much you like to eat.”

Now I was definitely not eating. Which was a shame because I’ d started to waver about the saganaki. “Such a charmer, Pops. Let’ s cut to the chase, shall we?”

“We thought we’ d treat you to a last supper,” Hades laughed. “Since you’ ll be dead soon.”