Want to know what to expect? Here is a 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.
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?
And, without further ado, here is the fabulous cover!
Isn't it beautiful? I cannot wait to see where this adventure takes Less!
Still not enough?
Here is an excerpt guaranteed to make you want more!
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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More about Rachel Harris
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.
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