Fashionably Dead Down Under (Hot Damned Series #2) By: Robyn Peterman
Welcome to Hell. Literally. The Hell where the Prince of Darkness is hotter than Hades, Hell Hounds smell like brownies and the Seven Deadly Sins are addicted to Facebook… Not to mention the soundtrack in the Underworld is Journey. For real. I should have known no good could come from offing my parents in the space of twenty minutes no matter how psychotic and evil they were… Now I find out my family tree includes almost every deity and mythological being alive while Ethan, the one and only love of my undead life has a limited time down under before he turns to dust. In the land of Sin, you’d think I’d get some nookie time with my man, but no. Baby Demons, cousins and grandparents put the kibosh on that. Blue balls are the new normal. What the hell does a half-Vampyre Half-Demon have to do to catch a break? Apparently find a freakin’ sword, calm Mother Nature’s unmedicated mood swings and make sure Mister Rogers keeps his sticky fingers to himself during weekly poker with the Devil. And I have three days to do it. By all that’s unholy, I thought Ethan’s Vampyre family was crazy…Trust me, they have nothing on the Demons.
I liked this one more than the first, possibly because of the fewer Prada remarks. She still had her fashion moments but they weren’t as big a part of the story.
Astrid is not in Australia this time, in case the title gave you that impression. She’s in Hell, which incidentally isn’t down but on another plane. I thought the world building was great, loved Uncle Satan and God. Thought the Facebook addicted Sins were amusing, and I’m looking forward to reading more in this world.
Astrid is becoming or really has already become a supremely powerful being. The only thing that isn’t making her boring is that she barely realizes it and only some other people know it. I no longer fear for her life, though, so that’s something Peterman won’t be able to hold over me.
The next book appears to be about Dixie, Astrid’s cousin, so we’ll see what happens.