The Waiting is Over...

Okay, now that title's a tease, if I've ever heard one. Or maybe just a really bad pun.

But it's also true. My newest story--and first erotic short--Waiting for the Big One is finally out!!! Here's the blurb:

Like everyone else in LA, Pisces actress Gabby Brown is waiting for The Big One. Or, in her case, the Big O—the elusive, G-spot, ultra orgasm. She thinks she's found the guy who'll give it to her when she meets Zach, the super hot musician who's just moved into her building. But Gabby's quest to find true love and ultimate pleasure with the rock guitarist of her dreams are complicated by her friendship with Derek, the Scorpio martial arts instructor with whom she's co-writing a screenplay.

Gabby refuses to cast Derek in the role of soul mate because she fears sex will ruin their friendship. But Derek has a few ideas of his own about soul mates--and they don't include sharing her with Zach!

I'll be chatting about the book today at the Coffee Time Romance Exotic Group (AKA the karendevinkaren group), and I hope some of you will join me.

I tell ya, it can get downright lonely if no one shows up...even if it is only an hour.

And now, because I can never resist an excerpt, here's a tiny peek.

When Derek crashes Gabby's romantic dinner with Zach, it leads to unexpected results!

What's Derek up to? That was the question that plagued me throughout dinner. He and Zach seemed to be hitting it off. I didn't know why that surprised me so much, but it did. And I really didn't understand why I felt left out. I should be happy about this. But I was back to feeling moody again. I guess it's just hard to get too happy when you know you’re being lied to.

That was the bottom line. I knew Derek hadn't forgotten about my dinner with Zach. And I'd bet anything that it hadn't slipped his mind that I was hoping to have the most incredible sex of my life right after dinner, either.

Sex never slips a Scorpio's mind.

"Are you here to play chaperone?" I'd demanded when I got him alone for a minute in the kitchen just before we all sat down. Last night on the phone, he'd cautioned me to stop rushing, to take things slow. Now, I expected to get the full lecture.

Instead, he gave me one of his enigmatic, pitying looks. "Hardly. More like the reverse."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Think about it," he advised as he picked up the extra dishes I'd just taken from the cabinet for him, and headed for the table.

I'd been thinking about it all through dinner and was still at a loss. Was he here to watch? Did he want to join us?

My fork slipped from my fingers to clatter on my plate as the thought hit. Did he? I glanced up. The guys had stopped talking. They were both staring at me. I was pretty sure I must be wearing that swim-for-the-shallows look in my eyes now, too.

"Everything okay?" Zach's smile was gentle, inquisitive. His gaze took in the drops of lemon sauce that spattered the table before returning to lock with mine.

"What's the matter, Gabe?" Derek asked. "You finally figured some things out?"

My gaze shifted to his face. "What do you mean?"

His dark eyes gave nothing away. "Well, you looked like you were thinking pretty hard. I thought that maybe you'd had a revelation. Like you’d suddenly discovered what forty-two means."

"No," I replied. "Nothing like that."

"You sure? Maybe you've figured out what you really want then? Is that it?"

I picked up my fork and resumed eating. "It's nothing. I was just being clumsy."

"As you wish," Derek said softly.

I nodded, but kept my eyes on my food. Yeah, I love you, too—but not like that!

I know fish usually go with the flow, but I really wasn't sure about this flow. I mean, sure I've had fantasies about being shared by two men, who hasn't? That didn't mean I wanted to try it in real life or with real people.

Which didn’t mean I wasn't going to think about it...

©Copyright 2006 PG Forte.  All Rights Reserved.


I want a new drug...

Okay, let's talk about that title...

What I probably should have called this post is I have a new drug because, as I just realized today, I've developed a serious addiction problem.

How serious is it? Well, even though I got my last 'fix' only a couple of days ago, I'm jonesing again. The substance in question has even edged out coffee as my drug of choice--and, believe me, that's bad!

So what's this monkey-on-my-back called? Phenomenal Book Reviews. And it's given me some of the best highs ever!

Now, I realize that doesn't seem like it would be much of a difficulty, but lately I've noticed that when I'm having trouble writing I spend a lot of time checking my email and searching through Google, hoping to distract myself with new reviews. It's a problem that just won't go away. In fact, I do believe it's getting worse all the time.

I've gotten so many brilliant reviews in the past couple of years that anyone would be excused for thinking I should be satisfied, but it seems I'm insatiable. I want more. More. MORE! And I know it will never be enough.

With that attitude, however, anyone would also be excused for thinking me ungrateful--not so! As a matter of fact, nothing could be farther from the truth. I'm immensely grateful for all the reviews I've received.

Readers are what make this whole writing gig worthwhile, after all. And those who offer feedback--who write letters and emails, who leave blog comments, who chat about books online, even those who rate books at places like Fictionwise--are performing a valuable service. It's nice to be appreciated. It's nice to know you've made a difference or had an impact or accomplished a little of what you set out to do.

So, I'd like to take this opportunity to extend a great big, public, THANK YOU to all the reviewers who've taken the time to read one (or more!) of my books and report back on it. YOU ROCK!

Now here's a quote from the latest review I received. This review of Scent of the Roses, was written by Michelle Ellis for Wild Child Publishing (where you can read the review in its entirety).

"When Scout was hypnotised, I was gripped! These scenes moved along swiftly, and I found I couldn't stop reading once I started. I was fascinated by the intricate way P.G Forte weaved the regression and journey through the subconscious. I found my heart hammering once things from the past started to become clearer, and I wished my eyes could have gone from side to side just a little more quickly!"

Michelle also had this to say--and this really warmed my writer's heart:

"Okay, so I didn't expect to be crying when I finished this book! I just don't do crying when reading books anymore! Well, I like to think that a book won't make me cry with regards to romance. I get a little tearful at other things in books these days, so to get choked up regarding love and the mushy stuff just isn't me. That all changed when I reached the end of this story."

Thank you, Michelle! That scene between Scout and Nick remains one of my favorites to this day, so it's nice to know you were moved by it.

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Now, why didn't I think of this?

In a previous post, I mentioned my upcoming series, Devil Tree Inn featuring the dysfunctional Sinclair-McKinney famliy and their attempts to run a tropical vacation resort. Well, I just came across this gem of an idea on one of my (manymanymany) Yahoo! groups. How's this for an idea:

"the 50-minute Miami Mojito massage, which was $140 and now is $112. It's a doozy: A technician first exfoliates with Florida limes and sugar, then follows up with a rubdown using oil infused with mint, lime and rum. ''You really get the overall sensation that you're drinking a mojito,'' says James Keane, spa director. ''It transports you to vacation [mode] instantly.'' (Sports Club/LA is inside the Four Seasons Hotel,
1441 Brickell Ave., Miami. 800-419-5109.)"

Wow. A full-body mojito. That's...really something to think about, isn't it? LMAO--Of course, it'll probably strip away every bit of UV protection your skin has, but ya gotta love the concept! It sounds so exactly like something one of my characters would dream up. Just to be on the safe side, however, I think I'll stick to drinking mine. Here's a quick recipe, if you feel inclined to join me.


3 sprigs of fresh mint
1 tbsp. simple syrup
(or 2 tsp. sugar, if you just can’t wait!)
2 oz. light rum
1 1/2 limes
club soda

Crush the mint in a tall glass. Add syrup or sugar, rum and the juice of one lime. Stir. Drop the remaining lime wedges into the glass, fill with ice and top off with club soda.

And if you're in the mood for a little Summer Reading to go along with that drink, check out my publisher's new Ezine:

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And, now, here's a short excerpt from Waiting for the Big One. It's one of very few excerpts that I plan on posting anywhere, seeing as the book itself is so very short!

In this scene, set in Los Angeles, our h/h are enjoying a healthy, al Fresco lunch...

We walked down to the corner. There's a sidewalk cafe there that's always being mentioned in the Trades, but it’s never crowded on Sundays. I ordered a veggie wrap and a tapioca tea. Derek had a soy burger, a side of yam sticks and some insanely healthy organic juice drink, Kombucha and carrot juice, I think.

We started out talking about our movie, then the conversation wandered off track, like it always seemed to do. Next thing I knew we were back to discussing friendship and sex.

"Come on, Derek, everybody knows it," I found myself saying once more. Frankly, it was a position I was getting tired of having to defend. "As soon as you add sex, friendship goes right out the window."

Derek shook his head. "Everybody? Who’s that?"

"It’s like in When Harry met Sally," I told him, but of course he disagreed.

"Gabe, I keep telling you. You’re missing the whole point of that film. Billy Crystal was wrong. She was right, he was wrong. You’re a feminist, you should love that."

I pushed aside my plate and picked up my tea. "What about you? How many women friends do you have that you haven’t slept with?"

"Besides you? None."

Which was just what I thought he’d say. "There you go. And if you and I had sex we would no longer be friends, either." It sucked, but that’s the way it was. Derek sighed. "There’s something wrong with that logic. One of these days I’m going to figure out a way to prove it to you."

"Go right ahead," I told him, feeling somewhat pouty. There was only one way for either of us to prove our position, and that was to try it and see. That was so not gonna happen. Scorpios make great friends and horrible enemies. They hold everyone they know to the same impossible standards they hold for themselves. Derek and Bobby used to be real close, but as soon as Derek found out he’d been cheating on me, he cut Bobby loose.

I did not want to be cut loose too.

They’ll tell you Pisces are chameleons, wishy-washy, overly amenable. But you have to have a pretty sturdy backbone to live your whole life like...well, like a fish out of water. I can be as determined as a Taurus when I have to be.

"What now?" I snapped, suddenly aware of the way Derek was watching me. It was...weird.

He shook his head. "That drink of yours. I’m surprised they haven’t had to shut this place down yet."

I popped the straw out of my mouth. "What are you talking about? What’s wrong with my drink?"

That sexy half-smile was back as he said, "Wrong? Not a thing. It’s the way you’re toying with it. It’s obscene."

Toying? "Oh."

Now, for a Scorpio, obscene is always a good thing. Of course, for a Scorpio, butterflies can be obscene. They taste with their feet, you know. Butterflies, that is. But don’t let me get started on feet...

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