Witching Hour, The

No power on earth could keep Bianca Lamont in town longer than it takes to fulfill her singing commitments—even the sexy Flynn Carmichael.

On the cusp of stardom, singer Bianca Lamont cannot easily explain why she feels so drawn to the tiny Australian coastal town of World’s End. Flynn Carmichael provides an irritating if sexy distraction, but some of the people he hangs about with are certifiably crazy—like the two women who believe Bianca is the third member of their Wiccan trinity. Yeah, right. Like she’s going to prance around naked in dark forests, casting spells and summoning forth a divine power! The only thing more ludicrous is the idea that she might actually fall for Flynn…

 

Published: 12/2012
Length: Full Novel
Word Count: 82,377
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)

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THE WITCHING HOUR
By
J. C. Grey

 

© Copyright by J. C. Grey, December 2012
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, December 2012
ISBN 978-1-60394-
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

Magic. In the old days, it infiltrated every corner of our lives. It transformed twigs and flint into a crackling fire on a chill night, ushered in the green shoots of spring after a barren winter, and brought bounty to the fields. Magic gave the birds their songs, and painted sun-shower skies with rainbows. It hovered in the shadows as newborns uttered their first cries, and the ancients their last gasps. Magic smiled as the eyes of would-be sweethearts met for the first time, and moved mountains to reunite star-crossed lovers. Its powers were a mystery to be worshipped… and feared.

Today, magic has retreated to the very edges of our world, forced back by the relentless advance of science and technology, which seek to explain everything—even the inexplicable. Yet there are those who believe in magic still, and where there is belief, the magic retains its potency. Scattered here and there, usually in the backwaters, are places where magic fills the soil, the sea, the sky—and the hearts of those who practice it still. Those who believe it, and who live it.

On a tiny peninsula jutting into the wind-whipped Tasman Sea just off the south-eastern coast of Australia, there may be such a place, known as World’s End. There, locals speak of strange goings-on in the big house on the hill, deep in the woods, and on the cliff-top beneath the vast sky. Some speak of sudden storms and candlelight rituals, of powers that defy all rational explanations. Some even whisper of witchcraft…