Reap This

By Rafe Jadison

When Seamus O'Donnell returns to his Massachusetts hometown for Samhain, or Halloween as his neighbors like to call it, he has a bone to pick with someone. At twenty-six, with a career on Wall Street, life was looking up for him, until cancer attacked him. Now, on that night when the veil is thin between the dead and those who aren't dead, feeling that he has nothing to lose, Seamus summons up the one thing that nobody wants to see. To Seamus's surprise, he doesn't see an ugly skeleton in a dark robe, but rather something quite handsome. When it misunderstands something Seamus says in anger, the being makes Seamus a proposition that he just can't refuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rafe Jadison
• Release date: Jan 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310189715

Rafe Jadison

Rafe Jadison is the author of The Divorceary, Little Tree, Snowed In: Dane and Heath, Seduced by Shark Shifters, Seduced by Shark Shifters II: Logan’s Tail, Seduced by Shark Shifters III: Tom's Turn, Seduced by Shark Shifters IV: Mark's Midlife, Reap This, Reap This Too, Blake Blacks Out, and Peter Passenger and the Mothman. He has a great love of the water and of people, and tries to show that in his writing. You can find out more about Rafe at rafejadison.com. He looks forward to hearing from people legally old enough to read the things he writes.

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Reap This

By Rafe Jadison

Copyright 2015 Rafe Jadison

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About Rafe Jadison

PROLOGUE

Seamus O’Donnell waited not so patiently behind the old Volvo in the grocery store parking lot on that cold last night in October. It was just past five, but already it was getting dark.

Come on. I don’t have all day! he shouted in the car, somewhat glad that the windows were up and that the driver in front of him couldn’t hear his rant.

He didn’t normally act this way, but what he said was correct. Most twenty-six-year-olds had a whole life time in front of them. That was because twenty-six-year-olds were supposed to live forever, but as usual, Seamus O’Donnell, was moving to the beat of his own drum.

The old Volvo station wagon finally turned and Seamus pulled the rental car into the only open spot on that row, the very last one. He rushed from the car and into the store. Pumpkins decorated the store’s exterior, and as he passed through the glass doors a plastic cat hissed at him while a decorative scarecrow said, Happy Halloween.

He rushed to the small counter near the produce where he knew this store sold its flowers. He scanned the cellophane wrapped bouquets and grabbed one full of fall flowers. He thought for a moment that it was the perfect blend of brown and gold with just a hint of red. His mother would love this assortment.

Anxious to get home, he practically sprinted to the counter. There was only one person ahead of him and he approached the aisle quickly. On a small table between the aisles a Grim Reaper doll sprang to life and quickly cackled at Seamus.

Without thinking, Seamus swung his hand at the doll, knocking it off the table.

Fuck you! he yelled at the doll as it lie on the floor looking up at him.

Seamus could feel his foot raise in the air, but just as he was ready to stomp the doll, a gentle hand grabbed his arm.

What’s wrong, Seamus? a soothing woman’s voice asked.

Seamus moved his foot back and slowly placed it on the ground. He turned toward the voice and looked at Mrs. Oliver. What the fuck was wrong with him? Had he really just attacked a doll?

I’m sorry, Mrs. Oliver. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.

His answer wasn’t entirely the truth, and he realized that as the words came out of his mouth. He knew what was bothering him. The good news was that it wouldn’t be bothering him for much longer. At least that’s what the doctors had said.

Are you still living in Manhattan, honey? Mrs. Oliver asked.

Yes, Mrs. Oliver. I just came home for the holiday.

Oh, that’s right. Your family does something special tonight for Halloween.

Well, yes, but we actually call it Samhain, Seamus said.

Only in Massachusetts would it not be peculiar to sit in the middle of a grocery store and talk about how his family celebrated an ancient pagan holiday. Here it was in vogue. Tourists came from nearby towns, and sometimes larger cities, to watch the circle his family’s coven cast every year, and to participate in the activities put on at his family farm. It was good for all the businesses