Monday, May 29, 2023

HERE BE NEWS for Monday May 29, 2023

Posted by: PG Forte

 

 




 Monday May 29, 2023 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:



Tuesday May 23, 2023: Linda Mooney treats us to a new vignette, Taurus the Zodian. 


                         


LEFTOVER
Linda Mooney
Sci-Fi Romance
Word Count: 49.3 K
$3.99 e / $10.99 p


Confined in a small shipping container for weeks on end, Taru was starving, dehydrated, and close to death. When she was given the option of remaining in the container until her owner could turn her in for the reward, or being one of fifteen females going to a mining moon to pleasure the drillers who were willing to pay for her services, she chose the latter. At least there was the possibility she could escape from there and get back with her people.

Kirby Luka agreed to pay the astronomical sum to have his own woman, if only to have a companion. Someone to talk to and maybe to share a bed with. He never expected to have to contend with having to take the last female in the group. What was leftover. A female Gyra who not only was a feared and dangerous humanoid, but a deadly enemy.

Their initial meeting is contentious. But when a deadly disease infiltrates the close community, Kirby know the only way he and Taru can survive is to get off that rock. That means working together and sacrificing what they both wanted.

They never anticipated the consequences of their actions.


                

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This free Shifter-themed collection will only be available for a couple more days. 

It includes PG Forte's short story: Can't Fight the Moonlight

The Sierra Nevada foothills have been vampire Josiah Lodge’s hunting grounds for over a century. Alone since a lover’s betrayal cost him his family, the former trapper-turned-wildcrafter has given up on ever again finding love or acceptance. If he didn’t have to eat, he’d never venture out of his woods again. But needs must.

When Coldpelt (Cole) Moonwalker’s true shifter nature asserted itself, he was judged an abomination and cast out of his pack. Without a territory to call his own, he’s constantly on the move—which is how he ends up on Josh’s doorstep. While Cole dreams of someday finding a place where he can belong, he knows that place can never be with the scarred and surly vampire who undoubtedly has the blood of Cole’s people on his hands.

 

Will the attraction they feel for one another allow these natural enemies to overcome their sense of mutual distrust? Is enemies with benefits even a thing? Find out when you download the FREE anthology.


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Tuesday, May 23, 2023

May Vignette - Taurus the Zodian by Linda Mooney

Posted by: Linda Mooney

Taurus 

“Yo, Tark! We’re almost ready for that last group!”

            Tark waved at his boss standing on the platform at the other end of the chute to let the man know he’d heard him. Jumping off the fence, he jogged out of the building and headed for the holding pens at the other end of the lot. The final herd of cattle going into the slaughterhouse today were in the last corral. Last to arrive, last to be handled, as he’d always told himself.

            Approaching the dozen or so head, he scanned them with expert eyes. This was the main reason why he’d taken the job, as abhorrent as it was. He was on the lookout for one of his own, in the rare case one of them had accidentally been rounded up and thrown in with the other cattle.

            It had been a little over six weeks since the last time he’d spotted one. That guy made number five in the eight years he’d worked here. But to Tark, that was five lives he’d saved. Five souls who’d been returned to their families.

            The herd was unusually quiet as he drew closer. That immediately put him on alert. Scanning them, he knew something was wrong. None of the animals were moving. Not even a shake of the head or twitch of a tail.

He broke into a jog. Before he reached the pen, he felt his Taurus senses go on alert. There was another one of his kind here.

            He spotted the lone heifer standing in a corner at the farthest end of the lot where she’d separated herself from the others. One hard look at her human eyes was all the proof he needed.

            Climbing over the fence, he strode past the animals and walked up to her. “Don’t be afraid. I’m one of you. I’m going to make sure you don’t get sent inside, but I need you to follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand me?”

            The cow mutely stared at him. She was terrified, and he didn’t blame her.

            He held out an arm and transformed it into a hoof. Her green eyes widened in shock, and he quickly morphed it back into human form.

            “I told you. I’m also a Taurus. I don’t know how you got mixed up in this herd, but I work here to specifically make sure none of our kind are harmed.” He let his voice harden. “You must trust me. By the way, my name is Tark. We don’t have much time. Let me know you understand what I’m saying.”

            “I dooo.” Her response was low and harsh.

            “Okay. This is what’s going to happen.” He pointed to an area on the other side of the pen. “There’s a chute over there. I’m going to open it and shoo these animals into it. You stay right where you are.” He glanced around to get a feeling for where the security cameras were located. Luckily, the heifer had positioned herself out of their direct line of sight. “I’ll be right back,” he informed her. “Remain in your current state. Don’t change until I tell you to, all right?”

            The cow nodded.

            Tark worked the rest of the animals, yelling, whistling, and waving his arms to urge the creatures through the narrow gate and down the chute toward the slaughterhouse. When all the cattle had moved on, he closed the gate and proceeded to follow the herd, urging them onward until they were all inside.

            Running to a nearby feed bin, he opened the lid and extracted a blanket. Double-checking the video cameras, he returned to the far pen.

            The heifer was still there. She hadn’t moved, as he’d instructed. Opening the blanket, he shook it out and walked over to her, throwing it across her back and shoulders. “Okay. Now you can change.”

            The cow stared at him. Terror still filled her emerald-colored eyes.

            Tark nodded. “It’s okay. You can’t remain in your current state if I’m to get you out of here.”

            She stared past him, looking to see if they were alone. Tark also glanced over his shoulder to verify no one would see them.

            “Come on. Hurry!” he whispered.

            She morphed, becoming smaller, slenderer. Her brownish coat transformed into chestnut colored hair on her head. As her front legs became arms, she straightened and pulled the blanket tighter around her to cover her nakedness. When she was complete, she continued to watch Tark, waiting for his next move.

            He smiled. “Hi. What’s your name?”

            “Audrina.”

            He guessed she was in her mid-twenties. Young but not a juvenile.

            “We gotta get you outta here. Come on.” Placing a hand at her back, he helped her out of the pen and led her to a trailer sitting on the edge of the property. He went up the short steps and opened the door. “Go inside and wait for me. I won’t be long, but you can’t stay out in the open like that. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. You can also check the third drawer in my bureau. I keep extra t-shirts and sweatpants in there for moments like this. You’re welcome to whatever’ll fit you.” He shook a finger at her. “Just don’t leave here, okay? Not until I’m sure you won’t be missed.” He gave her another grin. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.”

            From the expression on her face, he could tell she was still apprehensive about him, but he didn’t have time to try and convince her otherwise.

            He hurried back to the main building to bring up the rear. As the animals cleared the chute, he called up to the boss. “That’s all of ‘em! I’m calling it a day. I’m about ready to crash. See you Monday!”

            The man waved to show he’d heard, and Tark jogged back to the trailer. When he got to the front door, he gave it knock before entering. “Audrina?” He looked around the front room, finding it empty. “Hey, Audrina?”

            A face peeked around the bedroom door. Recognizing him, she opened it and stepped out. She’d taken advantage of his offer. Although the gray t-shirt was way too large for her, as were the gray sweatpants that bunched around her ankles, fortunately she’d been able to tie up the drawstring waist to keep them from falling down.

            He perched his hands on his hips. “I know the clothes swallow you, but at least they’ll help you keep your modesty until you’re able to get something in your own size.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder. “You’re safe now. In another hour or so, you can leave.”

            She slowly drew closer to him. “You’re one of us?”

            “Yeah.” He nodded. “Remember? I showed you.”

            “And you work at this place?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Why?”

            He shrugged. “Somebody has to. A little over eight years ago, I found out one of us accidentally got included in a herd of cattle that were delivered here for processing. A few of us tried to get to him before he was taken inside, but they weren’t in time. I was working at a ranch in the next state over, and that’s when I decided to apply for a job here as a wrangler. I figured if I managed to save one life, it would be worth the inconvenience.”

            “Well, you’ve saved that one life,” she remarked.

            “Actually, you’re number six.”

            She gave him an incredulous look. “Six?”

            “Yeah.” He went over and parked himself on the nearby couch. Letting out a weary sigh, he stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. “Lordy, I’m tired.”

            “Can I get you some water?” she offered, walking over to the kitchen area. Opening the cupboard, she paused to see his answer. Instead, Tark shook his head.

            “Come. Sit down and tell me how you ended up here.”

            Audrina shuffled barefoot over to take a seat in the rocker recliner. As soon as she sat down, she visibly wilted. He could tell she was fighting not to break down in front of him.

            “Hey. Go ahead. Bawl your eyes out if you need to. It’s normal when it hits you how close you came to meeting your maker.”

            She softly sobbed, using the tail of her t-shirt to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. After several minutes, she managed to get herself together. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

            “Not a problem,” he assured her.

            “I, uhhh…” She sniffed.

            “How’d you get caught in that mess?” he repeated.

            “I was fleeing my abusive boyfriend.”

            Tark narrowed his eyes at her. She noticed and smiled. “I won’t blame you for not believing me.”

            “Keep going.”

            “There’s not much to tell. I met him about six weeks ago. We started dating. He wanted to move in with me. I was reluctant. He kept pressing. When I continued to say no, he got…”

            “Violent.”

            She nodded. “We were on our way to Augustino when the subject came up again, like I thought it might. When I continued to put him off, he started yelling at me. He hit me a couple of times. We stopped at a rest stop so I could go to the bathroom, but instead I stripped, shoved my clothes into a trash barrel, and changed. I jumped the fence on the other side of the rest stop and ran away.”

            “Does this guy know you’re a Taurus?”

            “No. That’s the reason why I didn’t want him to move in with me. Something told me I shouldn’t tell him. He started accusing me of seeing another guy. I told him I wasn’t, but he didn’t believe me.” Her voice broke, and she buried her face in her hand again.

            Getting up from the couch, Tark went over to the kitchen, got a glass from the cabinet, and filled it from the water dispenser in the refrigerator door. He took it over and gave it to her. She accepted it with a soft thank you and drank half of the contents as he resumed his place on the sofa.

            “Let me guess. You mingled among the other cattle you found out in the pasture, not realizing they were bound to come here.”

            “Yes.”

            “So why didn’t you change back once you discovered what was going on?”

            “I was afraid to. I thought I’d be able to switch back after we arrived.” She held out her arms. “It’s rough when you don’t have anything to put on after you change.”

            Tark chuckled. “Tell me about it! I could tell you stories. So now that you’re freed, what’s your next move?”

            “I don’t know. If I go back to my apartment, I’m afraid Grady will be there. I left my purse in his car…”

            “And he now has the keys to your place,” Tark filled in.

            “Yeah.”

            He glanced out the window. “Well, it’s starting to get dark. Tell you what. You’re welcome to have the couch tonight. Tomorrow’s Saturday. It’s my day off, so I can take you home if you want. Watch your back while you check out the place to make sure it’s safe. It’s up to you.”

            “I’d like that.” She smiled timidly. “I can’t thank you enough, Tark. Out of curiosity, how did you know I was a Taurus?”

            He pointed to his face. “The eyes. We don’t have bovine eyes. They’re the only things that don’t change when we do.”

She dropped her gaze to her hands, then looked back up at him. “I didn’t know that…Tark. That’s an unusual name.”

            “It’s short for Tarkington, and don’t ask. I have no freaking idea why my parents named me that.”

            She snorted. “Thank you, Tark, for saving my life.”

            He held out his hands. “Hey. We gotta watch out for each other, right? There aren’t that many of us, that I know of.”

            The comment got a little laugh from her. “To be honest, you’re the only other person besides my mother that I know of.”

            “Your mother?”

            A nod. “Yes.”

            “How about your father?”

            “That’s a whole ‘nother story,” she confessed.

            A whole ‘nother story. In that instant, Tark knew he had to hear it. In fact, he wanted to hear all about this young woman. Her life history, her family. And that was just for starters.

            Getting back up, he returned to the kitchen. “Listen. I’m hungry. How about you?”

            “Yes. I’m starved.”

            “I’m going to make some spaghetti. Then I’m going to get my shower. You’re welcome to watch TV until I’m done. Tomorrow after breakfast, I’ll take you back to your place and make sure that Grady fellow isn’t waiting for you.”

            “What if he is?” she asked, worried.

            Grinning, he slowly transformed just his head. Audrina stared wide-eyed as his facial features and neck thickened and grew broader, until she was looking at a bull with thick, curved horns. He snorted when he was done. Realizing what he was implying, she burst out laughing.

            At the sound of it, Tark knew he’d lost his heart.

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Monday, May 22, 2023

HERE BE NEWS for Monday May 22, 2023

Posted by: PG Forte

 

 




 Monday May 22, 2023 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:



Tuesday May 16, 2023: Author PG Forte talks about her latest release: Christmas Angel in the Redemption: Fallen Angel Paranormal Romance Collection.

Tuesday, May 16, 2023

New Antho Release: Redemption

Posted by: PG Forte

 




Redemption

A Fallen Angels Paranormal Romance Collection


Perfection is impossible, even for this collection of angels. ​ 

 Once esteemed immortals find themselves banished from the heavenly realm and condemned to a life on Earth amongst the mortals, unless they find a way back through the veil. 

Before they can find redemption they must first learn how to navigate their new life. Will they find a new appreciation for humanity and choose this life over the one they were created for? 

 Grab this limited edition collection now before it disappears beyond the veil. ​ Includes PG Forte's Angels in the Afterlife Story, Christmas Angel.





I originally planned on writing a different angel story for this anthology--Feels Like Heaven, which has been rattling around in my brain FOREVER--but midway through the plotting stage, I  dreamed up a new story that Jake (one of my heroes) describes as such: 

"You’ve heard this story, or one just like it, a hundred times before. Cranky guy dies without learning the true meaning of Christmas, is turned into an angel, and sent back to earth in order to save some other poor schmuck from suffering the same unhappy fate.

Usually it’s billed as a romance, or a dramedy, perfect for a night of family fun. Which is ludicrous. Even Dickens, the man who invented cheesy Christmas stories, knew better than that. His Marley was clearly miserable, as who wouldn’t be in his situation?  Which, as it happens, is also my situation. 

Hi. My name is Jacob. I’m an angel. And this is my story." 


If you've read either of my previous Angels in the Afterlife stories, you'll recognize that this fits right in. But it's also, as Jake says, a cheesy Christmas story.  It's got an estranged couple--one's a financial planner from the city (the city of all cities, actually: NYC) and the other's a country boy Christmas tree farmer. I had the best time writing it, leaning in hard to all the tropes and cliches; and I really hope you'll enjoy reading it. Even if it isn't quite Christmas yet. 


Blurb:

 Being fully transparent is good for a relationship, right? Well, maybe not when it’s literal.

Christmas Angel is a second-chance, holiday romance with a celestial twist. Jake’s been sent back to earth to mend fences with his ex. Or has he? Certainly Tony doesn’t seem to think that's the case.

 
Tony might have ninety-nine problems—and then some—between dealing with his meddlesome family AND running the family business (a Christmas tree farm in rural Texas) but he's pretty sure that playing catch-up with his ex-husband isn’t supposed to be one of them. It’s a little hard to imagine what kind of future the two of them could have when only one of them is alive.

Excerpt: 

I find [Tony] in his office, staring moodily at his computer. He has a pair of readers perched on his nose—giving him a nerdy professor look that’s super cute. 

“Nice specs,” I say as I cross the room. “Are those new?”

“Yeah,” Tony murmurs. His cheeks color as he hurries to remove them—a damn shame, if you ask me. Although that blush he’s wearing now is pretty cute as well. 

“What’re you—” he starts to say, stopping when I hold up the thermos and bag. His eyes widen into a look that I would’ve termed pre-orgasmic in other circumstances. “Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he says as he grabs them from my hands. “Gimme.”

I settle into the chair on the other side of his desk and watch as he flips open the thermos and guzzles down at least half of it, then sighs and murmurs a heartfelt, “Thank you, God.”

“You should probably thank your mother, too,” I mention, as he roots around in the bag.

“And thank you, Mom,” Tony murmurs obediently as he pulls out a package wrapped in foil, which turns out to contain two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits. His reluctance is palpable as he holds them out and asks, “Do you want one?”

I’m almost tempted to mess with him by saying yes. But I behave myself. I shake my head and answer, “Nope. All for you,” then smile as he quickly devours the first sandwich with just a few wolfish bites. Watching him eat is bringing back memories.

I can’t stop staring at his mouth, and at his throat as he swallows, at the blissful expression on his face. “Good?” I ask weakly, feeling envious of the biscuit crumbs that cling to his lips.

Tony nods. He flicks a glance my way then licks his lips clean. “Thanks for bringing ’em over,” he mumbles as he tears into the second biscuit.  

Jesus. That mouth. “Where’d we go wrong?” I wonder. Unfortunately, I wonder it aloud. “Sorry,” I add when Tony’s face puckers like he’d tasted something sour. “I meant me, not we, right?”

“No.” Tony sighs and shakes his head. “No. You were right the first time. I made mistakes, too. I just don’t see the point in discussing it, you know? Where’s the sense in doing a postmortem at this point? It’s not like it’s gonna change anything.” 

“No,” I say, which probably sounds like I agree with him. “It’s not gonna do that.”  But I don’t agree with him. Why not talk about it? Just because we can’t change things doesn’t mean they don’t matter. A little closure would be good, better than what I have now, which is mostly memories and regrets—and a hollow, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that’s warning me that those memories and those regrets are going to follow me into eternity, that they’ll stay with me, and eat at me, and torture me, forever. 

Tony finishes his meal in record time—even for him. Then he tosses his trash into a wastebasket and gets to his feet. “All right, c’mon,” he tells me. “Enough lazing around. Let’s go do some work.”

“Ookay.” What work? I wonder as I follow him back into the hall, and into a storage closet. We pause there only long enough for Tony to shrug into a Carhartt and grab some supplies—gloves, goggles, shears, a pole saw.  

“Shouldn’t you be telling someone where we’re going?” I ask as we exit the building through a back door, hoping he’ll take the hint.

He doesn’t. He shakes his head and says, “I don’t exactly answer to anyone.” Then he motions toward a UTV side by side with attached trailer and adds, “That’s us, by the way.” 

“Just like old times,” I quip as I remember riding around here with Tony in similar vehicles on countless occasions. “So, how about you tell me what’s going on?  Where the heck are we going?”

Tony flashes me a smile as he swings himself into the driver’s seat. It’s not a very good smile. In fact, if I could think of any reason why it should be the case, I’d say he looks faintly nervous. “You said you always liked helping out on the farm,” he reminds me. “Isn’t that what you told me last night?”

“Yeah. So?” 

“So, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is.”

“What money?” I scoff as I round the vehicle. There’s a wreath attached to the UTV’s front grill. As I walk past it, I tap the bells that decorate it, making them jingle softly as I remind him, “Angel, remember?”

“Well, whatever currency you use,” Tony mumbles as his smile slips away and his eyes grow bleak. “I mean, there’s bound to be something, right?”

“I’m sure there is,” I reply, and immediately decide to stop teasing him because he’s right not to smile, not to laugh or be amused. Because it’s not funny. Not at all.

 ***

As Tony navigates us over the utility road, I watch the passing scenery—or pretend to.  It’s such a familiar feeling, riding around like this with Tony, except that, in the past, I’d reach out now and then and touch him. Just casually. Just a hand on his leg or something. 

We’d be sitting relaxed, chatting casually, allowing our arms to brush against each other’s, not how we are now—stiff, silent, and withdrawn, both of us making an effort to keep within our own little bubble. 

I wish I had the courage to just do it, to reach out and brush his cheek, to ask about that smile, to try and cheer him up. But I guess it’s not really courage that’s the problem, is it? It’s the fact that I no longer have the right to do any of that. 

On that long ago Christmas Eve—the night after we’d raced Tim to the lamppost—we’d lain together, Tony and I, in the room he usually shared with Tim, in one of the narrow twin beds with which the room had been furnished, since we were still too uncertain about our changing circumstances to risk pushing the beds together. Our bodies were plastered so tightly together. It was the first time I’d ever felt that close to another person, or so comfortable with touching and being touched, so much at peace.


If you're interested in reading more about the "long ago Christmas Eve" Jake mentions, I have a short freebie that explains it. Read Gingerbread Kisses here: 
http://rhymeswithforeplay.blogspot.com/2022/12/romance-writers-weekly-flash-fiction.html

Monday, May 15, 2023

HERE BE NEWS for Monday May 15, 2023

Posted by: PG Forte

 

 




 Monday May 15, 2023 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic: Deborah Bailey asks, "What's in a Story Title?"


Thursday May 9, 2023



NEW RELEASE



Redemption
A Fallen Angels Paranormal Romance Collection 

Perfection is impossible, even for this collection of angels. ​ 

Once esteemed immortals find themselves banished from the heavenly realm and condemned to a life on Earth amongst the mortals, unless they find a way back through the veil. 

Before they can find redemption they must first learn how to navigate their new life. Will they find a new appreciation for humanity and choose this life over the one they were created for? 

 this limited edition collection now before it disappears beyond the veil. ​ Includes PG Forte's Angels in the Afterlife Story, Christmas Angel.



      


Edge of Heaven
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
Buy Links: https://books2read.com/u/3yeZgp

Welcome to the afterlife, where men are men and the angels are fallen.


It was a reckless act of passion that ended Edge’s life and left him in Limbo -- literally. Now, he’s stuck here. While most of the other angels-in-training move quickly up the celestial ladder, Edge knows it can never be that simple for him. He’s dealing with issues that are a lot more complicated than a simple lack of closure.

While Edge doesn’t know for sure what it will take to get him into Heaven, there is one thing he’s certain won’t help -- his latest assignment guiding angel-baby Matteo Matinucci while the newbie find his wings.

But twenty-something Mattie -- sexy, beautiful, recently departed, and openly gay -- could turn out to be the answer to all of Edge’s prayers, as well as the fulfillment of all his fantasies, even the hot, sweaty, secret ones he’s never confided to anyone. And by helping to send Mattie to Heaven, Edge just might end up saving both their souls.

Excerpt: 

How do I describe this place in a way you’ll understand? Being in limbo… Well, it’s a lot like being booked for an indefinite stay at a very exclusive executive retreat. Sure, it’s posh, it’s peaceful, it’s pleasant. It’s just about anything you want it to be, within limits. But there’s a reason why heaven’s called heaven and limbo…is not.

It’s all just a little too bland here, a little too remote. There’s this sense of being isolated, of being out of touch that you never quite get used to. Just like you can never completely lose the feeling that you’ve been cut off from something pretty damn important. Even if you’re not quite certain what that something is.

It might take you a while to notice that last part, though. If you’re a new arrival in limbo, I can guarantee you the first thought in your mind is not gonna be, How can I keep busy? Stay long enough, however, and that’ll change. Time doesn’t exactly pass here in what I like to call never-never land—it just is. But all the same, with nothing but your own sorry thoughts to occupy your mind, eternity has a way of weighing on your spirits after a while. To say nothing of the way all that peacefulness gets to wearing on your nerves.

Luckily, there’s no shortage of tasks we angels are called upon to perform—from the very simple, such as finding lost keys or arranging for an open parking space, to the more profound. Keeping vigil in hospitals and at deathbeds. Riding shotgun in emergency vehicles. Providing comfort for the grieving and protection for those in danger.

While we’re generally happy to be of service in any way we can, I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some jobs we prefer more than others and some assignments we’d just as soon they give someone else. Pulling the kind of duty I’m stuck with now, just one step removed from babysitting and a big, fat goose egg on the adrenaline-pumping scale—it irks. I can’t help thinking my talents could be better utilized doing something else, and not to put too fine a point on it or anything, it’s a bit of a time waster. I can’t see how holding the hand of yet another fledgling angel is ever gonna help me move ahead.

Not that there’s anything ordinary about this particular fledgling. He’s like a shiny new penny in a pocketful of change. Bright. Untarnished. Makes me wonder how he ended up in limbo at all.


Other books in this series:



Angel Mine
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
Download for FREE when you buy Edge of Heaven

If there was one thing Matteo Matinucci never lacked, it was determination. If he made up his mind to do something, it got done. He never let anything stop him. Not even dying.

So when he set his sights on Edge, he knew he'd get his man. How hard could it be to waltz into Limbo, sweep his fellow angel off his feet and return with him to Heaven--where they both belonged? A lot harder than he imagined, apparently.

Now Mattie's stuck in a place he doesn't belong, doing the one thing he never dreamed possible: falling in love.

Warning: Please be aware that this is not a sequel to Edge of Heaven. This is the side of the story you haven't heard yet. Mattie's side. 


Christmas Angel
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
Available NOW for Pre-order
Buy Link: https://books2read.com/b/br1JkE

Being fully transparent is good for a relationship, right? Well, maybe not when it’s literal.

 

Christmas Angel is a second-chance, holiday romance with a celestial twist. Jake’s been sent back to earth to mend fences with his ex. Or has he? Certainly Tony doesn’t seem to think that's the case. 

 

Tony might have ninety-nine problems—and then some—between dealing with his meddlesome family AND running the family business (a Christmas tree farm in rural Texas) but he's pretty sure that playing catch-up with his ex-husband isn’t supposed to be one of them. It’s a little hard to imagine what kind of future the two of them could have when only one of them is alive.

 

Releases May 16, 2023 in the limited edition anthology Redemption: a Fallen Angels Paranormal Romance Collection available for pre-order now.

Saturday, May 13, 2023

Bring It Back(list) Edge of Heaven by PG Forte

Posted by: PG Forte


Edge of Heaven
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
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Welcome to the afterlife, where men are men and the angels are fallen.


It was a reckless act of passion that ended Edge’s life and left him in Limbo -- literally. Now, he’s stuck here. While most of the other angels-in-training move quickly up the celestial ladder, Edge knows it can never be that simple for him. He’s dealing with issues that are a lot more complicated than a simple lack of closure.

While Edge doesn’t know for sure what it will take to get him into Heaven, there is one thing he’s certain won’t help -- his latest assignment guiding angel-baby Matteo Matinucci while the newbie find his wings.

But twenty-something Mattie -- sexy, beautiful, recently departed, and openly gay -- could turn out to be the answer to all of Edge’s prayers, as well as the fulfillment of all his fantasies, even the hot, sweaty, secret ones he’s never confided to anyone. And by helping to send Mattie to Heaven, Edge just might end up saving both their souls.

Excerpt: 

How do I describe this place in a way you’ll understand? Being in limbo… Well, it’s a lot like being booked for an indefinite stay at a very exclusive executive retreat. Sure, it’s posh, it’s peaceful, it’s pleasant. It’s just about anything you want it to be, within limits. But there’s a reason why heaven’s called heaven and limbo…is not.

It’s all just a little too bland here, a little too remote. There’s this sense of being isolated, of being out of touch that you never quite get used to. Just like you can never completely lose the feeling that you’ve been cut off from something pretty damn important. Even if you’re not quite certain what that something is.

It might take you a while to notice that last part, though. If you’re a new arrival in limbo, I can guarantee you the first thought in your mind is not gonna be, How can I keep busy? Stay long enough, however, and that’ll change. Time doesn’t exactly pass here in what I like to call never-never land—it just is. But all the same, with nothing but your own sorry thoughts to occupy your mind, eternity has a way of weighing on your spirits after a while. To say nothing of the way all that peacefulness gets to wearing on your nerves.

Luckily, there’s no shortage of tasks we angels are called upon to perform—from the very simple, such as finding lost keys or arranging for an open parking space, to the more profound. Keeping vigil in hospitals and at deathbeds. Riding shotgun in emergency vehicles. Providing comfort for the grieving and protection for those in danger.

While we’re generally happy to be of service in any way we can, I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some jobs we prefer more than others and some assignments we’d just as soon they give someone else. Pulling the kind of duty I’m stuck with now, just one step removed from babysitting and a big, fat goose egg on the adrenaline-pumping scale—it irks. I can’t help thinking my talents could be better utilized doing something else, and not to put too fine a point on it or anything, it’s a bit of a time waster. I can’t see how holding the hand of yet another fledgling angel is ever gonna help me move ahead.

Not that there’s anything ordinary about this particular fledgling. He’s like a shiny new penny in a pocketful of change. Bright. Untarnished. Makes me wonder how he ended up in limbo at all.


Other books in this series:



Angel Mine
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
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If there was one thing Matteo Matinucci never lacked, it was determination. If he made up his mind to do something, it got done. He never let anything stop him. Not even dying.

So when he set his sights on Edge, he knew he'd get his man. How hard could it be to waltz into Limbo, sweep his fellow angel off his feet and return with him to Heaven--where they both belonged? A lot harder than he imagined, apparently.

Now Mattie's stuck in a place he doesn't belong, doing the one thing he never dreamed possible: falling in love.

Warning: Please be aware that this is not a sequel to Edge of Heaven. This is the side of the story you haven't heard yet. Mattie's side. 


Christmas Angel
M/M Fantasy Romance (Angels in the Afterlife series)
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Being fully transparent is good for a relationship, right? Well, maybe not when it’s literal.

 

Christmas Angel is a second-chance, holiday romance with a celestial twist. Jake’s been sent back to earth to mend fences with his ex. Or has he? Certainly Tony doesn’t seem to think that's the case. 

 

Tony might have ninety-nine problems—and then some—between dealing with his meddlesome family AND running the family business (a Christmas tree farm in rural Texas) but he's pretty sure that playing catch-up with his ex-husband isn’t supposed to be one of them. It’s a little hard to imagine what kind of future the two of them could have when only one of them is alive.

 

Releases May 16, 2023 in the limited edition anthology Redemption: a Fallen Angels Paranormal Romance Collection available for pre-order now.

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