ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ..
..ᴏʜ, ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ
𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and sex, is portrayed as jealous and vengeful toward mortal women who rival her in beauty or attract attention from the wrong men (especially her favorites). None of us believed in curses, not really. But when Madison Roseanne Fisher stepped off the boat that summer, all sun-kissed skin, big beautiful blue eyes and a hat bigger than her head was, we should've known something was going to happen. She was too beautiful. The kind of girl boys fall for fast, and girls grow to hate. Johnny Sinclair, my cousin, looked at her like he already loved her. And maybe that, that right there, was the curse. Not a spell or a myth. Just what happens when a girl like Madison is loved too much, too quickly, on an island like this.
Percy Jackson thought the wars were over. The prophecies fulfilled. The monsters, at least mostly, chilled out.
But peace was never meant for demigods.
When a mysterious conch shell washes ashore, Percy meets Juliet Rossi - a new arrival at Camp Half-Blood with storm-colored eyes and a heart guarded by tragedy. Juliet is a daughter of Aphrodite, beautiful in a quiet, haunting way... and cursed by the Fates themselves.
If Juliet ever falls in love - truly falls - the one she loves is marked for death.
Aphrodite calls her a disappointment.
The Fates call her a warning.
Juliet calls love impossible.
But Percy?
He calls her worth fighting for.
When an ancient threat rises from the sea - something tied to Juliet's curse and Percy's destiny - the two are thrown into a quest where the line between love and doom grows dangerously thin.