12 March 2012

Cover Reveal: My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century

My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century by Rachel Harris
This is my very first cover reveal that I have been invovlved in so sorry now if I do something wrong.
I wanted to do this cover reveal because the title had drawn me in and it is by Entangled Publishers, which I have read other books from them and loved them especially the covers.

Now for the cover...

I love this cover especially that dress it's stunning. You can get a real good feeling from this cover to what the book is going to be about which I like in a cover. I really do love the look and sound of this book and is definitely going on my TBR list.

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Released: 11th September 2012
Here's a little snippet from the book which I loved hope it gets you going to...

I hear their muffled whispers and understand every Italian word. Every witty comment made at my expense.
It’s like my brain is automatically translating.
I bunch the soft fabric of the dress in my hand and then reach up to feel the ribbon in my hair. I lightly skim my fingers over my chin and feel my lack of zit. I take in the costumes of the crowd, the stench of the animals, and the Italian I can now speak and understand. And suddenly it hits me.
Reyna must have pulled some kind of gypsy mojo.
Maybe this is one of those nifty “change your life” magic scenarios like in the movies. I mean, mostly I’m still expecting to blink and be right back in the midst of overpriced, gaudy tourism, but for now, the gypsy-time-warp explanation is infinitely better than thinking I’ve lost my mind. As I decide to go with that option, I feel my frantic tension melt away.
The growing crowd seems to notice my change in demeanor and begins shooting one another amused looks, but I don’t care anymore. A smile stretches across my face. Evidently, I was wrong earlier; Reyna is a psychic mind reader, because if this is her special brand of bibbity-bobbity-boo, then she made my exact daydream from earlier in the courtyard come to life.
The long red gown, the braided hair, the Italian merchant’s daughter, the time period. I am in Renaissance Florence.
I stare dumbly at the ground, the words and reality sinking in.
I’m in Renaissance Florence!

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