Thursday, October 13, 2022

Romance Book Deals for October


It's Halloween Season. What better way to spend it than reading a Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-fi or Spooky Romance?

https://books.bookfunnel.com/october-pnr-fantasy-sci-fi-romance/3qsh9u8tsb

Romance Anthologies
Available now through October 31st!


Holiday 2022 
Pre-order now and fill your e-reader device for the 2022 winter holidays! 


FREE and .99 cent Romance Reads—only on Apple.
 
Falling For Romance
 
Sale on New and Coming-Soon Romance

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Let's Get Naughty (nook pre-order sale)

 

TWO DAYS ONLY!

Now until Friday, September 9, you can get an extra 25% off the already low, low price of .99 cents for this antho (releasing November 1st). And it's NOT TWENTY-six stories, btw. It's THIRTY SIX steamy Christmas themed stories. That's two cents a story. 

Okay, that's crazy. Imma need a minute--and maybe a coupla gallons of mulled wine--to deal with that. Speaking only for myself, I'm excited for you to read my new story. Which is definitely worth more than two cents. Geez. 

Anyway...

Available for Nook only.  https://tinyurl.com/LGN-Nook Use promo code PREORDER25





Thursday, July 21, 2022

Funnel of Love

 

FUNNEL OF LOVE IS LIVE!
Buy it HERE


 I had so much fun writing this book! It has jokes and funny stories and funny music--see the playlist below. Numbers 3, 4 and 5 are my favorites.  There are drunken conversations, and drunken sex, and family being...well, family. There are two families, actually. So double the drama! There's a wedding. There's a cat. There's a secret pregnancy. And there's cake. 

So. Much. Cake.

Right now, it's on sale for only .99 cents which is less than you'd pay for even ONE cupcake. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I  enjoyed writing it. 




Funnel of Love


Games We Play, Book Five
by PG Forte
Paranormal/Erotic Romance
55K

Special pre-order price: only .99

Releases this Thursday, July 21, 2022 

Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/mvoerj


Atlas Beach be big enough for both of them?

 

Baker Rocco DiLuca is not a happy camper. He’s just found out that his baby sister is getting married—to his former best friend—and he's not invited. But that's not even the worst part. They’ve hired someone else to make their wedding cake!

 

He knew he and Kristy hadn't exactly been speaking to each other, but he hadn't realized they Weren’t Speaking to each other! Now he has to figure out how to repair their family feud, or forever keep his distance. Unfortunately, his best hope for success is the woman he considers his competition.

 

Stephanie Sands thinks the Chamber of Commerce’s mentorship program is a great idea! She’s not ashamed to admit that her boutique bakery, Sugar Kink, isn't quite making it. Yet. But the mentor she's been assigned, Rocky D, isn’t just traditional, he’s positively medieval. It’s no wonder his sister wants nothing to do with him!

 

Can they put aside their differences (and the insane attraction they feel) to help each other out? Or will their dreams fall as flat as a failed souffle?

Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Sunday, May 15, 2022

It's Getting HOT in Here!


 Summer's about to get HOT with over 100 free erotic stories--one month only!


Includes my short vampire story, Blame It On The Voodoo!



What’s a little black magic among friends? 

Vampire Rene Boudreaux is more than a little annoyed. It seems sexy voodoo queen Zirondelle Doucette has got him under her spell. Can Zee convince Rene that the only real magic is love? Or will he continue to blame it on the voodoo?


EXCERPT“It’s getting to where you can’t swing a dead chicken around here anymore without it smacking into one damn psychic or another.” 

Zirondelle Doucette couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she listened to her Aunt Serafina’s complaints. Her aunt stood at the window of their family’s shop, staring out at the street, and Zee didn’t have to guess too hard to figure out the cause for her discontent. Another “damn” psychic had recently put out her shingle in the previously vacant storefront directly across from their own. 

“And if it’s not a psychic it’s a card reader,” the other woman continued, grumbling crossly. “Or a palm reader. Or tea-leaf reader—” 

“Or a purveyor of Voodoo essentials?” Zee suggested, holding up the little gris-gris bag she’d just finished assembling. 

Serafina turned her head to glare at her niece. “Don’t sass me, Zee. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

 “Yes, Ma’am, I do.” Ducking her head, Zee started in on the next charm. She knew it wasn’t psychics per se with whom her aunt had a problem. Serafina was a tolerant soul, not the kind who’d ever take a stand against anyone else’s religion or spellcraft or spiritual beliefs. It was the idea of all those make-believe mystics making a mockery of their family’s calling that was trying the older woman’s temper, and not without cause. 

The Doucette family had owned and operated their establishment in the self-same Royal Street location for several generations, dealing in authentic rituals, in candles and jujus, talismans and spells. It was hard not to take it personally when your way of life was turned into a kind of circus act by greedy imposters. But as Zee and her aunt both knew, the charlatans did in fact have a place and a purpose in the grand scheme of things. 

Oh, how the tourists loved them. They ate up their acts and purchased their trinkets as eagerly as they did the beignets at the CafĂ© du Monde. Or jazz on Frenchmen Street. Or hurricanes in Pat O’s Courtyard. It was all part of the Crescent City mystique, like Po’ Boys and crawfish, pralines and beads. In an odd way, they kept things safe. They kept the merely curious from straying into dangerous territory. 

“Oh, Lawd.” Aunt Serafina’s sudden gasp caught Zee’s attention. 

She glanced up in surprise. “Auntie, what’s wrong?” 

 “It’s him.” Serafina scurried back behind the counter where her niece was working, babbling nonsensically. “He’s back. He’s coming this way. What should we do? What does he want this time?” 

“Do about what?” Zee asked, feeling mystified and mildly exasperated. “Who’s back?” She loved Serafina; truly she did. Her aunt had taken Zee in after her parents passed, without question or hesitation—the only member of their somewhat eccentric family who seemed to have any idea about what to do with a bewildered little girl who’d suddenly been orphaned. Zee would never forget the older woman’s kindness but, all the same, there were times, like now, when dealing with her aunt seriously tried Zee’s patience. 

 The Doucette family had a certain reputation; they were known for being fierce and fearless. They prided themselves on it, in fact. But Serafina had always been unusually timid for a Doucette. Right now, her pale eyes, also unusual in a Doucette, were wide with fear, the pupils dilated; her voice was but a whisper. “Monsieur Boudreaux.” 

 Boudreaux. The name itself meant very little. It was as common as dishwater around those parts. But between the look on her aunt’s face and the singing certainty in her own heart, Zee knew exactly which Monsieur Boudreaux Serafina meant. She meant Rene Alcide Boudreaux. Zirondelle’s Monsieur Boudreaux. Dominant. Vampire. Master. 

 But not her master. No, not yet.