Tuesday, August 06, 2013

A Tale of Two Centuries Release Day!!!

Tuesday, August 06, 2013
This is the date we’ve all been waiting for, the release date of A Tale of Two Centuries by Rachel Harris! If you read my review here, you would probably know why I’m so excited right now! This book is AMAZING and I can’t wait for all of you to finally read it.

Anyway, for now we CELEBRATE! Here’s an EXCERPT from the book and a GIVEAWAY! Enjoy!

Author: Rachel Harris
Genre/s: Young Adult, Contemporary, Fantasy, Romance,


Alessandra DAngeli 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 Cats 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 teenuntil she meets the infuriatingand infuriatingly handsomesurfer Austin Michaels. Austin challenges everything she believes inand 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 shes come to love?


Without stopping or even slowing his stride, he grabs a map from a vendor and flips it open. So Lethal Xperience is at the back of the park. We’ll hit that first and then make our way up to the front.

He seems unaware that the length of his legs far exceeds my own. As I frantically attempt to match his stride, I must pant or wheeze because he finally looks down at me, no doubt pink-faced and wide-eyed both from the sensory overload surrounding us and my huffing at a near
jog to stay beside him. He grins. Try to keep up, Short Stuff.

I grit my teeth with determination and somehow keep myself from muttering, Yes, Master. But the thought still makes me smile. Cat must be rubbing off.

We pass a circular ride filled with fake horses going up and down. Giggling and drooling children clap their adorable hands from their belted saddles while a spirited tune blares overhead. Just pass that is a miniature roller coaster made to look like a giant, happy centipede. The child in the front seat waves to his mother as the cart dips, and his squeal of joy tails behind him. Its too bad that not all roller coasters can be five feet tall.

Then I get a wicked idea.

Austin believes I am a child, naive and boring, and, it would seem, without any humor. This second challenge is supposed to be about fun, and nothingnot even the lead role in a prestigious play with a crowd of a thousandwill give me more joy than turning the tables on him, even if
only for a moment.

Looking back at the children’s ride, I grab Austin’s elbow and say innocently, Is this not the roller coaster you are looking for?

He stops rather abruptly and peers at me through squinted eyes. You know, its like you look normal…”He trails off and shakes his head. He points a long tan finger at the centipede ride and in a tone dripping with condescension explains,Less, Arthropod Picnic is a kiddie ride. Its made for pint-size ankle-biters ages three and under.

I try my best to look disappointed. I do everything I can to contain my mounting delight. But after no more than a few brief moments, I let forth a victorious giggle.

Realization dawns on his face. You think youre funny, huh?

When I nod, he chuckles. He leans back on his heels and lets his gaze travel over my body. Humor dissipates as my skin prickles to life. On Austins slow ascent back up, he pauses to look me in the eye and an emotion crosses his face. Its so fleetinggone and there in an instant that I cannot catch it.

So, you think youre ready to play at the big girl table now. The left side of his mouth kicks up in a grin. Well just have to see about that.

The apparent taunt and Austins added wink spur me on.

This is my chance to prove to him that Im not the timid girl I once was. To prove to myself that Im no longer the child of my youth but a woman ready for the future.

I sashay toward a person dressed as a shiny nugget of gold posing for pictures with children, feeling Austin watching me, his gaze on my every step like a physical touch. My legs feel wobbly under my skirt, but an energizing spark ignites in my blood. I glance over my shoulder, confirming I have his complete attention, and then with an outward shrug (and an inner dance), I reply with every ounce of confidence I can muster, Yes. We will.

Austins smile widens. The sounds and patrons of the park fade away, and it is as if we are the only two around. I dont know what is happeningI scarcely even recognize myself in this moment. Being with Austin does that. It turns me into someone else.

And I like who I become.

I watch his slow saunter, my body poised with tension. I dont know what is going to happen next, but I wouldnt trade the delicious expectation for anything. Austin doesnt stop until he is right in front of me, close enough that I have to look up to meet his demanding blue gaze, and so close that warmth fans across my face as he says in a low voice, Careful, girl. Youre playing with fire.

Ive been careful my whole life, I tell him, surprising myself with the resentment ringing in my tone. But its the truth. And you know, I think its about time for me to be a little…” I bite the corner of my bottom lip, searching for exactly the right word to describe the emotions and thoughts that have surfaced the last few days. When I find it, I smile and wiggle my eyebrows suggestivelyWild.

Austin sucks in a breath. He searches my eyes and I boldly stare back, praying that he cannot see my knees shaking. Then, obviously concluding that I meant every word, he flashes his devilish grin. I can work with that.


Rachel Harris grew up in New Orleans, where she watched soap operas with her grandmother and stayed up late sneak reading her mamas favorite romance novels. Now a Cajun cowgirl living in Houston, she still stays up way too late reading her favorite romances, only now, she can do so openly. She firmly believes lifes problems can be solved with a hot, powdered-sugar-coated beignet or a thick slice of king cake, and that screaming at strangers for cheap, plastic beads is acceptable behavior in certain situations.

When not typing furiously or flipping pages in an enthralling romance, she homeschools her two beautiful girls and watches reality television with her amazing husband. Taste The Heat is her adult romance debut. Shes the author of MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEENTH CENTURY and A TALE OF TWO CENTURIES. She loves hearing from readers! Find her at www.RachelHarrisWrites.com.
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