Half Past Midnight: Part One

By Keegan Kennedy

So far, it’s been a long summer for Parker Wells. Working the graveyard shift at a gas station in a rural Mississippi town, Parker is saving for college and looking forward to his freshman year at Queen’s Landing University. But the young jock’s world is forever changed when a mysterious midnight shopper turns out to be a criminal who wants more than just the gas station’s safe...

Volume Seven of The Sagas of Queen’s Landing. This dark fantasy contains bondage, peril and kink. This novella is 8000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: May 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311844446

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Half Past Midnight

By Keegan Kennedy

Copyright May 2014 by Kennedy-Empire Media

Volume Seven of the Sagas of Queen’s Landing

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Half Past Midnight

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Half Past Midnight

So far, it had been the longest, hottest summer of my life… And no, I wasn’t talking about sex.

For the last several weeks, it had been over a hundred during the day, and at night, the lowest temperature had been 88; and it wasn’t even July yet.

Eagerly waiting to leave my small hometown for my freshman year of college at Queen’s Landing University, I was working the night shift at a gas station on the outskirts of New Albany, Mississippi to make money for college. The job was an easy one—just boring as shit. I worked seven nights a week—from ten PM to six AM on the graveyard shift.

Even though I was thankful to have the job, working at nights had killed my social life. I never saw any of my friends or my girlfriend, because with this job, I slept all day and then worked all night. Although I was banking a lot of money for school, I was bored beyond belief, and each shift seemed to drag by like it was an eternity.

Usually, after eleven—even on weekends—there were very few customers to break up the monotony of the graveyard shift. Occasionally, there’d be one or two meth heads or late-night travelers stopping in, but most of the time, I sat behind the counter of the old gas station alone—forced to listen to the country music station that Old Man Jenkins, the owner,