Accidentally Aphrodite (Accidentals #10)
Dakota Cassidy
Author Note
For anyone new to The Accidentals, I’ve included a link to Interview With An Accidental, a free, quick (mostly painless), interview-style introduction to the women who are the heart and soul of this nine-book series originally published traditionally. If you’re a repeat offender (YAY to repeat offending, you rebels!), skip right to chapter one!
Blurb
"Sweet Baby Jesus in booty shorts! Thank you, Dakota Cassidy. I'd read the damn phone book if you wrote it!" New York Times bestselling author, Robyn Peterman.
Dakota Cassidy, USA Today bestselling author of The Accidental Dragon, brings you a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy Accidentally Aphrodite, Book 10 in the Accidentally Paranormal series. Get swept away to Greece in this international romp where you'll meet a few Gods and Goddesses, and fall in love with Quinn Morris as she transforms from a heartbroken mess to the goddess of love.
Mythology buff Quinn Morris has always wanted to visit Greece, where her inner hardcore romantic envisioned proposing to her boyfriend. And she's finally here—with her friend Ingrid. She might not have found love at the Parthenon, thanks to her cheating ex, but she has found big boobies…and swirly purple eyes…and sparkling skin. Oh, and Greek hottie Khristos, who claims to be descended from a goddess and swears Quinn's the new Aphrodite.
With help from Khristos, and support from Ingrid's employers—Nina, Wanda, and Marty—Quinn has to learn all the tricks of the matchmaking trade, STAT, lest she has her new friend Cupid sticking arrows in all the wrong places. All while dealing with her man-hating mother, guarding her own heart from Khristos, and protecting herself from an invisible foe who might want to snatch Quinn's newfound powers from her—dead or alive.
Author Message
Darling readers,
I’ll confess straight up, I’ve stuck my nose deep into the mythology surrounding Aphrodite and her legend. Then I tweaked, dabbled, distorted, and overall gave it a good shaking up. So please understand, while I mostly adhere to Aphrodite’s basic story, I did put my own spin on her for my own selfish modern-day purposes. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed splashing around in the pool of Greek mythology!
Dedication
First, enormous, humble thanks to Katie Wood, who’s been my cover artist from the very start of this series, and was willing to jump off the cliff with me when I went indie. She’s amazing, kind, insanely talented, and she really listens to how I see my characters. I’m awed you were willing to partner back up with me—humbled by the beauty of my book covers brought to life!
And to my editor Kelli Collins, here we go, kiddo! Welcome to the wonderful world of all the crazy antics constantly zipping around in my brain. You are a goddess among mere mortals for sinking your teeth into this project, and I love you madly for your never-ending support and your dedication to coming as close to editor perfection as any one human can get.
To my BFF Renee George, who helps me plot, hears me whine, loves me anyway. I love you. Always-always.
To my sister from another mister, Robyn Peterman, who just wouldn’t take no for an answer when I doubted rebooting this series on my own. Love you, Pooks. Cassman 4-ever!
Finally, this edition is for all you amazing fans who’ve stuck around for nine (nine!) books, and to my amazing Glam Fam at Team Tiara, for all the laughter on my Facebook and Twitter pages, the emails, The Walking Dead and GoT conversations, the sharing, the absolute delight I experience when you taunt me with the color yellow—number ten’s for you!
Dakota XXOO
Chapter 1
“Jesus in a flippin’ muumuu, Quinn! What the hell happened?”
Quinn Morris’s stunned eyes flew to her college study partner and much younger friend Ingrid Lawson’s face, crimson from the heat of the Grecian day.
Hysteria threatened to take over, forcing Quinn to put a hand to her chest to catch her breath before mumbling, “Something?”
Quinn winced when Ingrid lifted a finger and pointed it directly at her. The digit trembled a little as it silently circled Quinn’s chest area. Her mouth opened then snapped shut, as though she couldn’t quite put into words what she was seeing.
Quinn nodded in agreement because, yeah. Holy, holy shit! Plucking at the front of her billowy white blouse, the one she’d specifically picked for this trip because it looked like it was straight off the back of some eighteenth-century poet, she looked down into it.
Then she gazed upon her nearly shredded bra, and gasped. The sound of her shock echoed off the Parthenon columns and reverberated in her ears.
Then she looked once more and gulped.
Oh dear.
Ingrid fisted her hands and brought them to her forehead, shaking her head as though she were trying to shake off some terrible memory.