A TALE OF TWO CENTURIES
(My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century #2)
RACHEL HARRIS
August 2013
Entangled Teen
Alessandra D’Angeli is in need of an adventure. Tired of her sixteenth-century life in Italy and homesick for her time-traveling cousin, Cat, who visited her for a magical week and dazzled her with tales of the future, Alessandra is lost. Until the stars hear her plea.One mystical spell later, Alessandra appears on Cat’s Beverly Hills doorstep five hundred years in the future. Surrounded by confusing gadgets, scary transportation, and scandalous clothing, Less is hesitant to live the life of a twenty-first century teen…until she meets the infuriating—and infuriatingly handsome—surfer Austin Michaels. Austin challenges everything she believes in…and introduces her to a world filled with possibility.With the clock ticking, Less knows she must live every moment of her modern life while she still can. But how will she return to the drab life of her past when the future is what holds everything she’s come to love?
MY OPINION: I absolutely loved MSSSC and I can't wait for Alessandra's story now! I've read a few teasers and excerpts of this and I just can't get enough! Austin is such a bad boy hottie who no doubt I'll be falling in love with! This was actually one of my most anticipated books of 2013 and I just want this book now. I adore this cover and everything about it. Less and Austin, Less with her long, demure skirt and how Austin looks at her, the background contrasting with Less' clothes and the colours used just blew me off. LOVE.
: - EXCERPT -:
(Psst. There's FOUR different excerpt floating around the internet, so go look for the others. I know two of them excerpts have Austin in them and are just WOW. ;) )
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As a teen,
Rachel Harris threw raging parties that shook her parents’ walls and
created embarrassing fodder for future YA novels. As an adult, she reads
and writes obsessively, rehashes said embarrassing fodder, and dreams up
characters who become her own grown up version of imaginary friends.
Glaring sunlight permeates the thin veil of my
eyelids. Even though it is noonday, the light is exceptionally bright, at least
in comparison to the shelter of the tent. I shield my brow with a curved hand
and force my protesting eyes open…then at the sight before me, promptly shut
them again.
Sounds become crisper in the
darkness. Rumbles, shrieks, wails, and hums. Unfamiliar chirps and impossible
beeps. Piecing together my tattered, wilting courage, I take another peek and
find nothing is as it should be.
Where my palazzo usually sits is an
enormous structure with golden doors and red columns, a metallic roof, and a
massive mounted dragon. A pair of terrifying, sculpted beasts guards the
entrance. The ground is no longer one of cracked stone or even the damp earth
of my garden, but assorted gray blocks etched with handprints, slipper prints,
and a series of strange markings.
I stare at the mysterious shapes on
the stone before me and gasp as they all at once become clear: Harry Potter, 7-9-07. Rupert Grint. Daniel
Radcliffe. Emma Watson.
While a few of the letters are
different than I am used to, it is as if my mind is faster than I, readily
making sense of it all. Stooping to see the words closer, I place my hands in
the indentations below the word Emma and
marvel at the fit.
I twist my neck around, hands still
pressed into the cool hollows, wanting to share the astonishing news with
Reyna. But she and the tent are gone. In their place, an overwhelming crowd in
varying degrees of scandalous dress swarms the square, each costume more
shocking than the last.
Exposed ankles, exposed legs,
exposed stomachs…
I avert my eyes heavenward, twin
flames of heat burning up my throat and into my hairline. Clutching the note, I
press my hands against my knees and prepare to stand. The rough texture beneath
my palms causes me to freeze.
A horrible, unimaginable truth
tries to be acknowledged, and I reluctantly run my hands along my thighs,
hoping, praying my fingers will brush against the soft, cool silk of my
surcoat. But when they follow the curve of my lap and meet in the middle,
mortification demands a glance down.
Gentleman’s
trousers!
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: - ABOUT THE AUTHOR -:
As a teen,
Rachel Harris threw raging parties that shook her parents’ walls and
created embarrassing fodder for future YA novels. As an adult, she reads
and writes obsessively, rehashes said embarrassing fodder, and dreams up
characters who become her own grown up version of imaginary friends.
When she's not typing furiously or flipping pages in an
enthralling romance, you can find her homeschooling her two beautiful
princesses, hanging out with her amazing husband, or taking a hot bubble
bath…next to a pile of chocolate. A Tale of Two Centuries is her second
novel.
: - GIVEAWAY -:
The giveaway is for one print copy of A TALE OF TWO CENTURIES (US only)
and an e-copy of A TALE OF TWO CENTURIES (open international). We'll be
sending them out to the winners as soon as they're available.
Awww it looks so sweet! Love it!
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