Isabelle has long loved and cared for the dilapidated Victorian house on the hill. So when she decides to cast a spell to give her sexual expertise and the perfect mate, what better place to go than her beloved Victorian-a house of dubious reputation. But she learns all too soon that it pays to be specific in spell-casting. Everything she's asked for is hers...back in 1901. Oh, and one more thing-she forgot to ask to keep them. The woman of his dreams sifts through Daniel's grasp like the fine grains of salt sprinkled on his floor. He's known a few spell-casters in time, but for a cautious man to dare something so...impossible...well, it wouldn't be the first time his mother considered having him committed. With the help of friends, he sets out to do the impossible-go to Isabelle. A feat seemingly doomed by calendar quirks. Would the Fates be so cruel to keep them apart-like the Sun who always chases the Moon? Only the mercurial grandfather clock holding court in the Victorian can tell...if anybody would bother to listen...
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