Haint Nothin Like Me

By J. Hali Steele

Warning: This is a Razor's Edge Paranormal Erotica Story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of paranormal heat. If you're looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

Shane Taylor stares at the tiny, odd smelling box on his table -- the same one he pocketed and sold a week earlier. Curious this time, he breaks it open. Smoke smelling of cedar circulates his room and when a shape steps through fog, Shane stares into eyes overflowing with…lust!

Bad Badgett craves the thief who stole the tiny wooden container housing his haint. When the scoundrel offers shelter, he has no qualms about climbing in the man’s bed and giving the bastard everything he could imagine. Promiscuous as hell, Bad can’t wait to satisfy other men before trying on their bodies and maybe, just maybe sharing them with his new lover.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Jun 24, 2023

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Chapter One

Bad Badgett, in the guise of another gentleman’s skin -- which he’d appropriated purely by accident -- relished screwing men. He was determined to make good use of his return to the realm of the living. While he had not been excited by his reflection in the mirror nor the feel of the short, slight body he’d seized, Bad learned a lot about this time period from the quiet, reserved executive whose role as COO he also usurped. When the man’s memories faded and ceased yielding information, Bad continued to use the body, but he missed his six-foot-tall body with his thick thighs and big dick. He ached to run his hands through his own wavy black hair and finger the curls that had graced his chest.

He hadn’t been able to fully embrace the deliciousness of his current existence until he’d encountered another angry spirit, a haint appearing to have mastered survival in this strange new place and time. Crossing paths with Coll Collins had provided Bad the erotic opportunity he’d long ago yearned for. Damn if Coll hadn’t found a human who not only accepted his angry spirit but delighted in the haint’s ability to change skin by slipping into another’s body and using it to provide highly erotic satisfaction.

JD’s research into paranormal phenomenon might come in handy. They took the time to explain that Bad could snatch any human form he chose, then retake his own. There was no explanation for where human souls and remains were relocated. That unfortunate outcome appeared to disturb JD.

Now that Bad was back in his own skin with a sizeable dick between his legs, he didn’t give a shit about anything but sticking his cock in a tight asshole. He reminisced about time spent smelling odors from the latest stopover his small wooden vessel had made. He recalled the aroma of coffee brewing every morning in the place he’d occupied where the owner decided to display the box containing his haint on the shop’s counter.

Until Bad’s remains were stolen.

He’d become obsessed with the scent of the man who’d pilfered the tiny cedar box Bad resided in for nearly a century. Citrus and musk. Haunted him every time he stopped in the coffee shop. Bad prayed the smell would envelop him again. He’d been able to hear while he was locked away, and he longed to catch the thief’s soft voice, a voice Bad realized was full of… fear.

When the thief finally returned to the shop, Bad was loath to approach the miscreant in a body he’d considered unacceptable. But he followed him home on numerous occasions. Bad suspected, and happily discovered, the shoplifter had a penchant for men. He fumed over suitors who