My new book, Edge of Heaven is now available at Loose Id! Edge is one of those serendipitous stories where the opening pretty much wrote itself, after which the whole story seemed to stall. You see, Edge refused to admit he was gay. He even had me convinced for awhile. Once Mattie showed up, however, all Edge's lies started to unravel. The story came together pretty fast after that.
I really have to thank my wonderful editor for believing in this story and coaxing me through several rounds of edits. Personally, I think it's possibly the most humorous book I've written to date. I hope you'll enjoy it!
More information (or to buy the book) visit Loose Id. To read another excerpt (okay, maybe two excerpts) visit my website at: www.PGForte.com
And now, here's the blurb and small sneak peek...
It was a reckless act of passion that ended Edge’s life and left his soul 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.
Matt runs his fingers along my jaw. My heart is racing, but this time I don’t resist the caress. His eyes are hot on my face as he slides a cautious hand to the back of my neck. We’ve been here before. My heart beats faster at the thought. And knowing he means to draw me in for another kiss, I beat him to it. Grabbing hold of his shirt, I yank him forward. He dips his head; I lift my face. There’s an instant of confusion as we jockey for position, but finally our mouths connect. Lips parting. Tongues touching. Breath mingling. He sighs with something that sounds a lot like relief, and it’s all I can do to keep from whimpering in response. This time I want more than a taste. This time I want everything. I want it all. To hell with the consequences.
As I press him closer, I sense the shift beginning. The space around us alters, and the hall disappears. I don’t know where we’re going, and I truly don’t care. It’s Matteo who breaks the kiss, eyes wide with surprise. “Where are we now? Edge, what is this place?”
I cast a quick appraising glance at our surroundings. We’re in a bedroom -- which doesn’t exactly surprise me -- and a damn nice one too from what I can see of it. “Beats me. Don’t you know?”
He shakes his head. “No. Why would I? I mean, it looks a little familiar, I guess, but not really.”
“Interesting.” I take another look. The bed is huge. It completely dominates the room -- much in the same way the idea of what we’re about to do dominates my thoughts. It doesn’t take a genius to make the connection -- to guess which of us is responsible for that part of the illusion. Embarrassed, I pull my gaze away from it. Through an open archway, I catch a glimpse of marble and tile from what I can only assume is a sunken tub. Everything is decorated in rich shades of burgundy, chocolate, and gold lit by firelight from an immense stone fireplace, and if all that sounds like it might be a little over the top, a little too gaudy or girlie, I’m describing it wrong.
Because it’s not like that. Not at all. It’s just warm and comfortable and solid. It feels right -- just like all of this does. It feels like home, except it’s nowhere I’ve ever seen and a lot nicer than most of the places I’ve been. “I guess it’s ours, then.”
“What do you mean ‘it’s ours’? How can it be ours? That would kind of imply there’s an us…wouldn’t it?”
Again with the talking? I bite back a sigh. Having finally made up my mind to do this, I’d really appreciate it if we could get on with it before I come to my senses and try and back out of the deal. “Don’t read so much into it. All I meant was that it’s probably our combined thoughts that created everything here rather than just one of us alone.”
He gazes around again. “So…we did this? Together?”
“With our thoughts? Like with the drinks and the pretzels and the clothes…only more so?”
“Pretty much.” I run my hands over his chest, getting a charge from the illicit thrill of touching him like this. I know it’s okay. I know it’s what we came here for, but it still feels just as wrong as it feels right.
“And it’s ours? Meaning we can do whatever we want here?”
A shudder runs through me. “Whatever we want. Yes.” His words echo in my mind. If that’s not an invitation to sin, I don’t know what is. Images fill my head, thoughts of everything that simple phrase could possibly contain. My cock pulses impatiently. I clear my throat. “That kinda would be the general idea.”