Between Heaven and Home

A literary M/M fantasy romance about exile, memory, angelic power, and a love the universe tried to dismantle.

He thought the ache in his chest was loneliness. It was a compass.

David Morrow has built a quiet life above a bookstore on the edge of the coast. The shelves are handmade. The books are arranged by a logic no one else understands. The apartment upstairs is orderly, deliberate, and almost enough—almost. A hum has always run beneath his life—a low, unfinished ache at the base of his chest that surfaces in fog, in silence, in the empty side of his bed.

Then a stranger leaves him a book. Inside is an address three miles up the coastal road and five words. He’s been waiting for you.

At the end of that road is Nate, a man in a fog-wrapped cottage full of books, firelight, tea, and impossible warmth, a man who looks at David as if he’s been trying to finish the same sentence for centuries. David thinks he’s found a mystery. He’s found what was taken from him. And the closer he gets to Nate, the more the physical world begins to answer. Windows clear. Shelves warm beneath his hand. Ivy grows out of season, and the quiet system David built to survive gives up what it’s been hiding.

• • •

A bookstore owner. A man in a cottage. A love old enough to frighten heaven.

David knows where books, shelves, rooms, light, and silence belong in the ordinary architecture of a life carefully arranged around an absence he can’t name. Nate knows the name. He knows two, in fact—Gabriel and Azrael.

They were once bound by love, power, and a force the hierarchy of heaven couldn’t control. Their love wasn’t the violation. What they became together was. So they were separated, their memories stripped, their names replaced, their lives rebuilt in human form—one man waiting in a cottage above the sea, one man building a bookstore three miles away, arranging the world by instinct and calling it preference.

Now the suppression is failing. The pull has become directional. The rooms are changing, and the body remembers what the mind can’t yet hold. When David learns the truth, he must decide whether the life he built was a lie or proof that even exile couldn’t erase what he was. This is a novel about love as recognition, power as intimacy, and the terrifying mercy of being returned to someone who never stopped waiting.

Between Heaven and Home is a literary M/M fantasy romance about angels in exile and a love the body remembers before the mind is allowed to. Two men were separated because together they became too powerful to control, and every room, shelf, fire, and silence in David’s carefully arranged life reveals another part of the truth.

The book begins with a bookstore in the fog—and a note that says he’s been waiting for you.