Hello Everyone!
First, its snowing in March in Maryland!!!!!
Today I am proud to reveal the cover of Tale of Two Centuries by Rachel Harris. I loved reading the fun and exciting prequel to this book, My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century, and cannot wait to read this sequel! This sequel's lead is the cheerful and sweet Alessandra!
The Gorgeous Cover!
So beautiful and shiny!!!!!!!!! A lovely cover!
The font to the cover is terrific and the city sightline is very detailed.
The Official Synopsis!
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?
About Rachel Harris!
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.
An Exclusive Excerpt!
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!
Thanks for reading!
Firstly, I've never seen snow, so I am jealous!
ReplyDeleteSecondly, I really like the cover of this, will have to check it out!
Aaaah! The more I read the excerpts in various blogs, the more I want to read this book! x) It sounds so cute and hilarious. Hehe, gentleman trouser! It's kind of surprising how much different modern women clothing compared to women clothes from centuries ago. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, Rachel! And it's great that it's snowy there - I'd so love to play snowball someday! x)
Oh my! I want this! And the excerpt! Oh boy, this sequel sounds so fun to read. The cover is definitely lovely too! Thanks for sharing this, Rachel. :)
ReplyDeleteOK, first: I am SO jealous it is snowing :O It's Autumn in Australia, and it's HOT.
ReplyDeleteTHE COVER IS SO CUTE! I haven't read the first book, but the series sounds awesome ♥