was never much of a lover when I was alive, but all of that changed once my
heart stopped beating.
name is Peter Lyles, and I’m dead.
me, I know how that sounds, like an admission of guilt or the beginning of some
kind of twelve-step program for the recently deceased, but stay with me on
this. I promise it won’t be all doom and gloom. Death isn’t quite the tragedy I
was told it would be. Take, for example, the fact that death has greatly
improved my sex life. One day I’m struggling to find the nerve to even talk to
a girl, the next I get more bangs than a fireworks factory on the Fourth of
July. Imagine my surprise. It was even more of a shock than returning from the
I’m getting ahead of myself.
Praise for Lucky Stiff:
"Lucky Stiff tells a tale of Peter, a nerdy young man on a fascinating journey. It is a journey filled with frustration, sadness, the search for happiness, understanding, and love as he grows to maturity as a man. He just so happens to be dead. Tonia Brown has managed to pull off no mean feat by making the reader grow attached to this young undead gigolo with a romantic streak a mile wide and a non-beating heart of gold." ~ Patrick D’Orazio, author of The Dark Trilogy