Divine by Mistake (aka Goddess by Mistake): The LUNA Series Book 1
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Overview
The most excitement teacher Shannon Parker expected on her summer vacation was a little shopping. But then her latest purchase ' a vase with the Celtic goddess Epona on it ' somehow switches her into the world of Partholon, where she ' s treated like a goddess. A very temperamental goddess '
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Bio of P. C. Cast
P.C. Cast was born in Illinois and grew up being shuttled back and forth between there and Oklahoma, which is where she fell in love with quarter horses and mythology (at about the same time). She could ride before she could walk, and she read every horse story she could get her hands on until her father introduced her to The Lord of the Rings when she was about ten years old. She went from that to Anne McCaffrey's Pern-and was hooked on fantasy for life. Five days after graduating from high school, she joined the United States Air Force, which is where she began speaking professionally. After her tours with the USAF, Ms. Cast attended college as a literature major with a secondary education minor. Her first novel, Goddess by Mistake, was published by a small press in 2001. Thoroughly shocking the author, it won a Prism, a Holt Medallion and a Laurel Wreath, and was a finalist for the National Readers' Choice Award. Since then Ms. Cast has gone on to win numerous writing awards. Ms. Cast is thrilled that with her Parthalon series for LUNA Books she has been given the opportunity to continue the world she created in her first book. P.C. Cast lives and teaches in Oklahoma with her fabulous daughter, her spoiled cat and her Scotties--better known as the Scottinators. The daughter attends college. The cat refuses higher education. The Scottinators are as yet undecided about their future.
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couldn't stop reading!Posted March 28, 2009 by karen s., williamstown
i loved house of night and decided to read more from this author. WOW! I only wish I had her imagination and talent! You MUST get this series! I finished this series and am not onto the other books she writes!
Additional Info
Imprint
Harlequin Enterprises
Filesize
1.43 MB
Number of Pages
704
eBook ISBN
1552545814
Excerpt from: Divine by Mistake (aka Goddess by Mistake) by P. C. Cast
Finally, on my way. My Mustang felt sweet as it zipped down the nearly empty highway. Why is it that cars seem to drive best when they're freshly washed Leaning down, I popped a CD into the player, skipped forward to track 6 and began singing at the top of my very tone-deaf lungs with Eponine about the futility of love. As the next song keyed up, I swung around a slow-moving Chevy and yelled, "God, I love being a teacher!"
It was the first day of June, and the summer stretched before me, pristine and virginal.
"All those days of sleeping in to go!"
Just saying it aloud made me happy. In my ten years of teaching I've noticed that teachers tend to have a bad habit of talking to themselves. I hypothesize that this is because we talk for a living, and we feel safe speaking our feelings aloud. Or it could be that most of us, especially the high school teacher variety, are just weird as shit.
Only the slightly insane would choose a career teaching teenagers. I can just see my best girlfriend Suzanna's face screw up and the involuntary shudder move down her spine as I relate the latest trials and tribulations of the high school English classroom.
"God, Sha, they're so ' so ' hormone filled. Eew!"
Suzanna is a typical college professor snob, but I love her anyway. She just doesn't appreciate the many and varied opportunities for humorous interludes that teenagers provide on a daily basis.
Jean Valjean's dynamic tenor interrupted my musings, bringing me back to Oklahoma I ' 44 East and June 1.
"Yep, this is it ' the life of a high school English teacher with a sense of humor. Doomed to having no money but plenty of comedic fodder. Oh, crap, there's my exit!"
Luckily my little Mustang could take the hard, fast right onto US ' 412. The sign said Locust Grove 22 miles. I drove half with my knee and half with my hand while I fumbled to unfold the auction flyer that held my written directions. Somewhere about midway between Locust Grove (what an awful name for a town) and Siloam Springs there should be a big sign that pointed to a side road till another sign, another side road, and so forth, until I came to the Unique Estate Auction ' Unusual Items ' All Offers Considered ' All Must Go.












