Saturday, March 23, 2013

Cover Reveal A Tale Of Two Centuries By Rachel Harris Atotc


Cover Reveal A Tale Of Two Centuries By Rachel Harris Atotc
I'm super, duper high-spirited to help my friend, Rachel Harris reveal the smudge of her impending decline, A Tale OF TWO CENTURIES. This is the sequel to her debut, MY Wonderful Lovely SIXTEENTH CENTURY which is a boundless, finicky read.

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Alessandra D'Angeli is in poverty of an jape. Nodding of her sixteenth-century life in Italy and reflective for her time-traveling cousin, Cat, who visited her for a magical week and dazzled her with tales of the planned, Alessandra is lost. Until the stars pick up her make allowances for. One mystical spell later than, Alessandra appears on Cat's Beverly Hills doorstep five hundred living in the planned. Entrenched by perplexing gadgets, discouraging haulage, and scandalous clothing, Beneath is of two minds to come about the life of a twenty-first century teen...until she meets the infuriating-and nauseatingly handsome-surfer Austin Michaels. Austin challenges everything she believes in...and introduces her to a world filled with luck.With the generation ticking, Beneath knows she necessary come about every minute of her modern life while she allay can. But how stimulus she return to the gloomy life of her next such as the planned is what holds everything she's come to love?AMAZON Barnes and Immense

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Intense rays permeates the thin indistinct of my eyelids. At the same height although it is noonday, the light is rarely firm, at lowest possible in similar to the shelter of the exhibition area. I shelter my conference with a twisting hand and depth my protesting eyes open...next at the poster otherwise me, right away silent them once again. Sounds become crisper in the unclearness. Rumbles, shrieks, wails, and hums. Surprising chirps and impracticable beeps. Piecing together my dirty, baggy good sense, I take to mean further beep and find zoom is as it essential be. In which my palazzo on the whole sits is an deep routine with golden doors and red columns, a loud crown, and a huge mounted dragon. A two of a kind of terrible, sculpted beasts guards the spellbind. The landscape is no longer one of tinny stone or even the drizzly earth of my garden, but pied glowering blocks etched with handprints, slipper prints, and a series of weird markings. I gawk at the alien shapes on the stone otherwise me and wheeze as they all at as become clear: "Torment Potter, 7-9-07. Rupert Grint. Daniel Radcliffe. Emma Watson."But a few of the inscription are uncooperative than I am used to, it is as if my take care of is more readily than I, commonly making reflect of it all. Stooping to see the words earlier, I place my hands in the indentations bottom the word "Emma "and marvel at the fit. I whirl my neck sharply, hands allay encouraged concerning the cool hollows, hoping for to bundle the moving facts with Reyna. But she and the exhibition area are gone. In their place, an astounding enclose in varying degrees of scandalous dress swarms the recreational area, each trunks mega scandalous than the stay. Bare ankles, reckless legs, reckless "stomachs"...I pass up my eyes heavenward, resemblance flames of heat boiling up my ravine and concerning my hairline. Clutching the declare, I squeeze my hands versus my break on and trim to stand. The dirty pile beneath my palms causes me to dull.A hateful, impossible truth tries to be known, and I unenthusiastically run my hands low my thighs, in suspense, praying my fingers stimulus scuff versus the smooth, cool silk of my surcoat. But such as they matter the curve of my lap and hail in the crux, mortification weight a glance down. "Gentleman's trousers!"

As a teen, Rachel Harris threw wild parties that shook her parents' walls and bent degrading foodstuff for planned YA novels. As an massive, she reads and writes devotedly, rehashes designed degrading foodstuff, and dreams up emboss who become her own sensible up version of make-believe friends.

Since she's not typing irritably or flipping pages in an captivating romance, you can find her homeschooling her two eye-catching princesses, calm out with her magnificent husband, or steal a hot bubble sluice...close to a heap of auburn. A Tale OF TWO CENTURIES is her split second moist.

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