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    The Witching Hour
    The Witching Hour
    The Witching Hour
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    The Witching Hour

    By Susan Laine

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    When teenager Perry Green witnesses his adult neighbor, Seth Moore, crying in his car late one evening, Perry sets out to console the man he’s spent many a year fantasizing about. But Seth’s personal crisis takes a backseat when a magical grandfather clock sends the two of them back in time to witness a pivotal moment in his past. As Seth and Perry work to solve the problem, romance blossoms—or it would, if Perry could just convince Seth that love surpasses time itself.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateJun 1, 2012
    ISBN9781613726549
    The Witching Hour
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    Susan Laine

    Susan Laine, an award-winning, multipublished author of LGBTQ erotic romance and a Finnish native, was raised by the best mother in the world, who told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. The spark for serious writing and publishing kindled when Susan discovered the gay erotic romance genre. Her book, Monsters Under the Bed, won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Paranormal Romance. Anthropology is Susan’s formal education, and she could have been happy as an eternal student. But she’s written stories since she was a kid, and her long-term goal is still to become a full-time writer. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister, two nieces, and friends in movie theaters, libraries, bookstores, and parks. Her favorite pastimes include singing along (badly) to the latest pop songs, watching action flicks, doing the dishes, and sleeping till noon, while a few of her dislikes are sweating, hot and too-bright summer days, tobacco smoke, purposeful prejudice and hate speech. Website: www.susan-laine-author.fi Email: susan.laine@hotmail.com Blog: www.goodreads.com/author/show/5221828.Susan_Laine/blog Facebook: www.facebook.com/Susan-Laine-128697277229180 Twitter: @Laine_Susan

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      The Witching Hour - Susan Laine

      The Witching Hour

      LATE one evening, through the window of his bedroom, Perry saw Seth crying in his car.

      Seth Moore was the father of Sidney, one of Perry’s classmates, who wasn’t a close friend even if they were on friendly terms. Seth had fathered Sidney young, at age eighteen, but he was a good father, if a little preoccupied with work at times. An accountant or a lawyer or something otherwise dreary Perry knew nothing about. Seth had always appeared in control, striking, and dashing in his flawless business suit, all black with a black silk tie. It was Hugo Boss or some such, a pricy and fancy label—and deliciously hot for any man who had Seth’s toned figure that was only accentuated by the knowledge of him being thirty-seven years old. An age that began to bring pudginess and weary wrinkles out in most men, but not in Seth.

      Perry Green, on the other hand, was nineteen, lanky, like a board, all jutting bones, awkward knees, and bumbling elbows. Where Seth’s dark hair, with slivers of silver, was always perfect, with every strand in its place, Perry’s brown curls ran too long, too wild, and too bushy to be tamed by any shampoo or conditioner, comb, or brush. Seth had the most dazzling blue eyes Perry had ever seen, like midnight-blue velvet—quite a contradiction to his own dark-brown eyes that typically looked too black to have that warm glow people associated with brown eyes.

      At the moment, though, Seth’s blue eyes were closed, tears running down his cheeks as he covered his contorted face with his hands, wiping away the moisture Perry knew was running hot, but making no real attempt to stop the flow. Perry swallowed hard and grimaced in sympathy. He’d never seen Seth in such a state—but he recognized despair and grief when he saw them.

      Without thinking, Perry ran out of his bedroom, down the stairs of an empty house, and made his way to the side door that opened up to the narrow strip of garden between his home and Seth’s.

      The darkening night of Williamstown, Vermont, was deep blue, and the autumn air was crisp and sharp with the smells of the earth, yellowed leaves rustling beneath his feet—and that was when Perry realized in horror he was wearing his dark-blue pajama bottoms, white T-shirt, and the blue slippers his mother had gotten him last Christmas. After a day at college and then soccer practice, Perry had been wiped out—although he’d perked up now.

      Stopping midstep, he pondered returning home and changing before confronting Seth, but the man could be gone by then, and Perry was not only a guy with a huge crush but a man on a mission. Hugging himself to ward off the cold, he slowly walked toward the car, half in and half out of the garage. The silver BMW was a couple of years old, but Perry wasn’t so into cars that he would’ve cared one way or the other as long as the brakes and the airbags worked in an emergency.

      Besides, the man inside was a far more pressing matter. Seth had loosened his lavender-colored tie, and his fashionable attire was rumpled. His shoulders shimmied with the force of his sorrow, and Perry couldn’t make out much of the man’s ruggedly handsome, tanned face with its always, just-slightly stubbled jaw.

      Gently, Perry rapped on the window, leaning closer, his hot breath coming out in moist puffs in the cool air. Seth jumped, and Perry straightened up, stepping back a bit in fear of having aroused the man’s anger at the invasion of his privacy.

      And Perry had long hoped to arouse something else entirely in this tall, strong man who was old enough to be his father, but whom he adored with every breath he took.

      Blinking hard, Seth rolled down the window with

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