Peeping Tom

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Foreword Thank you so much for grabbing a copy of Halfway to the Grave. Before you dive into Sekani’s story, you should be aware of a couple things.  This book was originally published under my old pen name [with the same title] as part of an anthology. No changes have been made to the story so it is a low heat, mostly low angst MM romance. More YA vibes than not—I think, anyway. You can expect some on page kissing, handcuffs used for their intended purpose—sorta—and a handjob.  It’s simply a short, fun ghost story that I really enjoyed writing...

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Chapter One | Sekani

We don’t ask for happiness, just a little less pain. Charles Bukowski, “Letter to William Packard,” July 1985 Seven letters. Two words. It’s surprising how easily a person can get used to telling a ghost to fuck off. And how quickly it gets old. Once they know you can see them, hear them—unlike everyone else—they tend not to listen. After twenty years of being harassed by the dead, I’m not surprised by much anymore. Certainly not by how rude and pushy they can be. I suppose they have good reasons. Most of them want peace—or at least some form of...

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 How do you create a monster?

Raise a boy to be one.  Am I what I was raised to be?  The gun shakes in my hand.  It’s not the first gun I’ve held, won’t even be the first time I’ve pulled the trigger, watched the spark of life leave someone’s eyes, while another piece of my soul died alongside them, but this time is different. It matters.  This moment will define the rest of my life. I’ll be able to measure every minute before this one, and after it, like a clock tells time.  Before, a child. After, a Rastelli.  I can’t do it.  The thought...

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Chapter One | Nathan

The first clue something isn’t right is the missing car as I pull into the driveway.  My step-mother isn’t home and she should be. As an overnight worker, she’s usually here when I get home from class. Most of the time, she’s already in bed, but sometimes, when she has the next day off, she’s perched at the kitchen counter, struggling to stay awake, as her and my dad chat. The second clue that something isn’t right is the utter disaster when I open the front door.  The table that acts as a catch all for keys and junk mail...

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Chapter One | Dax  

My hands are tight around my little brother’s slender throat as I slam into his tight, slick body. Each hard thrust has my heavy balls slapping against his bare ass and the dining room table knocking against the wall. All the while, his bright eyes shine with defiance. The promise of retribution is written all over his flushed face. The most attractive thing about my little brother is how hard he fights every time I get my hands on him. Even now, when he’s caught, captured, at my mercy, he refuses to submit.  My cock throbs inside of him, so...

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Chapter One | Kai

It was an accident. Honest. I never intended to stumble across my twin brother’s deepest, darkest, dirtiest sexual fantasies. He shouldn’t have left his laptop open on the coffee table and logged into his porn account if he didn’t want me to learn the depths of his depravity.  Now I can’t unsee it. Or forget what I saw.  Who knew Arie was such a freak? Or that I would be so into it. He’s my brother and I know it’s wrong but— A bead of sweat rolls down my temple. I swallow as I ease my slick hand into my...

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Chapter One | Alden

What’s better than a cold beer after a long day of manual labor? A hard dick. Or a tight hole.  I’m not really picky in that department so long as everyone has a good time and gets off. The problem is finding a hard dick in the middle of December, more so with a solid foot of snow on the ground when you live in a small town with exactly one bar that isn’t even open on Tuesday after eleven.  Anyone who might be interested in a no strings hookup is exhausted by actually having to be an adult on...

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Chapter One | Forest

There are moments—hours, minutes, maybe even seconds—in time that define you, define your whole life. You can almost feel the earth shift beneath your feet as everything changes, shifts around you to accommodate your new reality. In short: sometimes life is a bitch. It’s so much more complicated than that, though.  I drop my head against the headrest and squeeze my eyes shut. The AC is turned to max, blowing blissfully frigid air through the car’s overheated interior and pushing back the sweltering summer heat. It isn’t the temperature outside that has me hot—burning alive. Instead, it’s my memories, the...

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