I love LOVED My Super Sweet 16th Century & can’t wait for Tale of Two Centuries!
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TALE OF TWO CENTURIES SUMMARY
TALE OF TWO CENTURIES SUMMARY
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.
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?
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?
Excerpt:
“That’s
some sexy accent you have there.” Austin says in a hushed voice—but not that hushed. A few people around us
snicker at my evident discomfort, which of course only serves to spur Austin on
more. “Italian, right? Mmm. Say something else—how do you say blush in Italian?”
some sexy accent you have there.” Austin says in a hushed voice—but not that hushed. A few people around us
snicker at my evident discomfort, which of course only serves to spur Austin on
more. “Italian, right? Mmm. Say something else—how do you say blush in Italian?”
When I ignore him, he says, “You sure do
have that rosy glow going on. Normally I have to work harder to inspire something
like that. Like what you see, Princess?”
have that rosy glow going on. Normally I have to work harder to inspire something
like that. Like what you see, Princess?”
“D-don’t call me that,” I stammer, blushing
all the more from his brazen question and the swift resurgence of energy in my
veins. “And I do not blush.”
all the more from his brazen question and the swift resurgence of energy in my
veins. “And I do not blush.”
That earns me a wink. “Sure you don’t.”
Austin looks to the front of the room
and I follow his gaze. The teacher has
her back turned, drawing what appears to be a map of sorts on the white board.
My eyes flick to the large clock mounted on the wall. Class is nearly over, and
I have managed to follow exactly nothing of the lecture.
and I follow his gaze. The teacher has
her back turned, drawing what appears to be a map of sorts on the white board.
My eyes flick to the large clock mounted on the wall. Class is nearly over, and
I have managed to follow exactly nothing of the lecture.
Alas, my experience thus far as a modern
day student has not been exemplary.
day student has not been exemplary.
Though I do not wish Austin to know the
effect he has on me, I cannot keep my eyes from snapping back. And when I do, I
find him practically in my seat. His long torso is stretched across the aisle,
and his face is ever so close to mine. Warm breath fans across my cheeks and I
catch the scent of mint.
effect he has on me, I cannot keep my eyes from snapping back. And when I do, I
find him practically in my seat. His long torso is stretched across the aisle,
and his face is ever so close to mine. Warm breath fans across my cheeks and I
catch the scent of mint.
This
must be what rage feels like.
must be what rage feels like.
Austin says, “It’s too bad that wasn’t a
blush. I thought it was kinda hot.”
blush. I thought it was kinda hot.”
A shocked puff of air and saucer-like
eyes are my only response—having learned from Cat’s list of words the double
meaning of the word hot—and the left
side of Austin’s mouth lifts in a smile of victory. He settles back in his own
seat and reinserts his ear buds. The pen tapping begins again, only this time
louder and with more force.
eyes are my only response—having learned from Cat’s list of words the double
meaning of the word hot—and the left
side of Austin’s mouth lifts in a smile of victory. He settles back in his own
seat and reinserts his ear buds. The pen tapping begins again, only this time
louder and with more force.
I raise my chin and stare straight
ahead, vowing to keep my eyes from straying to the ill-mannered jerk beside me for the rest of class. I count the seconds in time with his taps.
ahead, vowing to keep my eyes from straying to the ill-mannered jerk beside me for the rest of class. I count the seconds in time with his taps.
I do believe I hate Austin Michaels.
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.
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.
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.
Oh em gee. Love the cover. This sounds SO amazing. I haven't read My Super Sweet 16th Century yet but I have it on le kindle and know it's gonna be awesome. Hope to get to it soon.
Thanks for sharing!
Jennifer @ Dream Reads