Being gay and pagan can make for a lonely holiday season, as Liam knows well. He's used to celebrating alone. The last place he expects to meet a like-minded guy is at LAX during a twenty-nine-hour layover. Liam's never felt so comfortable or compatible with another man, even if there is an air of mystery to Race. <br><br>Race is no stranger to holiday isolation, and he decides they should seize the opportunity they've been given and observe the Saturnalia the way it was meant to be. A grand celebration ensues, where every moment is special and every meal a feast.<br><br>The ancient traditions take on new meaning as the men find meaning in each other. Each has a destiny, and for their paths to continue together, it'll take a kind of magic that hasn't been seen in centuries. Can Race convince Liam to accept that destiny?

29 Hours to Eternity

“Don’t you need to get some sleep after traveling?” Race asked while Liam waited for his room assignment at the hotel’s front desk.


“Nah, not yet at least,” Liam said. “I’d rather try to wait until a more appropriate bedtime this evening. It makes changing time zones so much easier. I’m not twenty-one anymore.” He took his keycard from the man behind the guest check-in desk. “Uh, do you, um, want to come and hang out in my room while I get settled?”


Race glanced around the lobby. “Actually, I’d rather take a look in the gift shop and maybe peruse those brochures over there. Find us some interesting touristy things to do.”


Liam nodded. “I’ll be back down in a half hour?”


“I’ll be here.” Race pretended not to notice the way Liam’s soul and face reflected disappointment and something else—loss, maybe? He was sure Liam believed Race would be nowhere in sight once he returned to the lobby. Little did Liam know how long Race had waited to meet him and how far he’d come for that chance.


Chapter 3