Thursday, March 4, 2021

It's #PitMad! Who's participating?

Posted by: Angela Campbell
As many writers know, March 4 is #PitMad on Twitter. In case you're not a writer, #PitMad is a social media "party" that allows unsigned writers a chance to get the attention of agents. PitMad takes place four times a year, and on those days between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m. ET., you have a chance to tweet a short pitch of your book in the hopes of getting the attention of an agent. 

I have never participated in PitMad before because I am fortunate enough to have found a publisher who I trust and that supports me in my fiction writing career. However, I will be participating in PitMad this year because I have a nonfiction book proposal. Nonfiction is very different from fiction in many ways. For the most part, getting a nonfiction book proposal seen by a publisher requires an agent. There are exceptions to this rule, but it's much easier to query a publisher directly for a fiction book than a nonfiction book. 

I've queried agents already and, while they've all passed, they've all responded with lengthy replies that have offered advice. I've had three tell me, "I would love to take on this project, but you don't have a large enough social media following." But then they've added something to the effect of, "This is a strong proposal and idea, so keep trying. You may find someone willing to take a chance on it."

I understand that nonfiction is a hard sell, even during PitMad. I guess I'm stubborn and, quite honestly, desperate, so I'm going to give it another try. I'm scared near to death, to be honest, but I'm going to take a deep breath and go for it. 

If you're on the fence about participating in PitMad, why not join me? Here are the tips I've found online:

• Pitch one manuscript up to three times in a day
• Don't pitch in a thread
• Don't use links, images, or gifs
• Use the hashtag #PitMad with your relevant genre

You will find more information on the Pitch Wars website for PitMad.

Good luck to everyone who is participating! May the force be with you, and all that.

***

Angela Campbell is the author of the psychic detective series, a paranormal romantic suspense series featuring ghosts, sexy psychics, haunted houses, serial killers ... and cats and dogs. Learn more about her books at www.angelacampbellonline.com. She also tweets way more than she should about her foster cats. Follow her on Twitter at @angelacampbel.


Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Available Now! Never Have I Ever by PG Forte

Posted by: PG Forte

 

This book was previously published. 


Never Have I Ever

Games We Play, Book Two
by PG Forte
Paranormal/Erotic Romance
30K
Release price: .99!


Kristy loves Luke but if anything was clear to her back when they were kids it was that gawky, awkward, tomboys didn't stand a chance with the king of the schoolyard. She watched her older brothers set their caps for Luke's glamorous cousins and get shot down. So she did what she had to in order to salvage her friendship with Luke. She hid her true feelings and her need for him to take control.

Luke wants Kristy in the worst way -- actually, in all the worst ways: tied up, held down, beaten, bitten, whipped. But he knows he has no chance of ever having her. They'd been childhood friends and sweethearts, until she friend-zoned him in the fifth grade. He knows he can either keep her as a friend or take her to bed and lose her forever. His biggest mistake--so far--was in hiring her to work alongside him in the bar he and his cousins inherited from their grandmother. He knows Kristy needs the money and the job, but Luke's self-control can't take the constant contact with the girl he wants to dominate -- both in and out of the bedroom. Something has to give -- and soon!

Excerpt 
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Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Five Things

Posted by: Nicole Luiken

 

 

There’s a meme going around twitter: post five things about your novel. My current Work In Progress is By Glamour Deceived, a paranormal romance. So here goes. It has:

--a faerie princess, who didn’t know she was a princess, who is also

--a video game designer, who can twist story elements with her magic

--a spell to find True Love

--a Troll and an Elf, who were born one half-blood being, but were split in two as a child

--and an Evil Queen (did it even have to be said?)

 

Just for fun, I’m going to do Five Things from my latest release as well. Feral is a YA paranormal.

 


--Teen werewolves and Pack dynamics

--A girl Alpha and a boy Beta

--a mysterious plane crash

--a character from Slavic folklore

--a small town near a large forest in northern Canada

 

AMAZON LINK

 

Anyone else want to play? Post your five things in the comments.

Monday, March 1, 2021

HERE BE NEWS for Monday March 1, 2021

Posted by: PG Forte

                            


Monday, March 1, 2021 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:


Tuesday February 23, 2021Author Linda Mooney "unveils" an additional scene from her completed sci-fi trilogy, VEILS!

Wednesday February 24, 2021: PG Forte offers a glimpse of life in the afterlife with a cover reveal and excerpt from WIP Angel Mine

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

WiP-It Wednesday for February 24, 2021

Posted by: PG Forte

 PG Forte: I don't know if I shared this cover yet. This is Angel Mine, a freebie story I'm working on for my Angels in the Afterlife series. I hope to be finished with this story very soon. Meanwhile, here's a small excerpt. 

I don’t believe in destiny or meant-to-be. I don’t even understand the appeal of it, to be honest. The idea that there’s one special someone out there for each of us—seriously, how does anyone not find that depressing as fuck?

Think about it. The universe is so vast, and so timeless; even if your perfect soulmate did exist, how would you even go about finding each other? You could miss each other by centuries, by galaxies, by signing up for the wrong dating app. It’s all such an incredible crapshoot.

Or maybe I’m wrong. I didn’t used to be such a cynic. There was a time, not so long ago, when I was a pretty upbeat guy. But now…could be I just don’t want to believe that something like that is possible. Because now that I’m dead, now that I’ve missed my shot at hooking up with my other half... Okay, wait. I’m telling this badly, aren’t I? Let’s start over.

Hi. My name is Mattie. I’m an angel. And this is my story.
To read more about my angsty angels, and find out what they're up to there in limbo (where men are men and the angels are fallen!) check out their series page here: https://www.pgforte.com/angels-in-the-afterlife

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Additional Scene from VEILS, a Completed Sci-Fi/Time Travel Romance Trilogy by Linda Mooney

Posted by: Linda Mooney

This month, I'm offering up this additional scene from VEILS, a completed sci-fi/time travel trilogy.
~ ~ ~
Forty years after the last veil swept over the planet, Griffin and Natalia have managed to live a prosperous and happy life. Their only true regret is never knowing the fate of all the people they’d met and come to care about during that horrific time.

            Taking a spontaneous vacation to a site they’d once dropped in, they never expected to find the final answer to their prayers.

Link

Monday, February 22, 2021

HERE BE NEWS for Monday, February 22, 2021

Posted by: PG Forte


                            


Monday, February 22, 2021 

Welcome to HERE BE NEWS, where each monday we bring you all the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic:



Tuesday February 16, 2021: Deborah A Bailey wants to know What Author inspires you?

Thursday February 18, 2021: Maureen Bonatch invites you to Stop by The Last Call for National Drink Wine Day!


           

On Sale Now for $0.99 cents: (click here to grab your copies)



Destiny Calling (Book 1)


Hope only wants to find out if her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with her touch makes her the devil's spawn, or his exterminator. But when the woman who raised her is murdered by something not human, she loses the only family she knew and discovers one she might wish she hadn’t.



Not a Chance (Book 2)


The last thing Hope Hallows wants is to become the latest headline. Living in a town that likes secrets, she prefers to keep hers hidden. Avoiding a nosy reporter’s questions about her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with a single touch, and those who crave this bliss, is nothing new. But having her brother’s annoying girlfriend, Berta, go missing is—especially when it makes Hope suspect number one.



Sound of a Voice That is Still by PG Forte

 I saw a photo online recently of a hallway strewn with red rose petals, and a caption that said something like, "Just once I wish someone would do something this romantic for me." To which someone else had replied, "I thought those were bloodstains." And someone else had quipped, "There are two types of people."

I don't know...maybe you had to be there?  I thought it was hilarious. But, even funnier, is the fact that everyone I know of who's seen the picture also thought they were viewing a crime scene. And that got me thinking that I'd like to write a scene like that. And THAT reminded me that I already had ! Or, at least, I'd written a scattered rose petal scene. 

Sound of a Voice That is Still is book three in my Oberon series--which is not currently available. I'm hoping to bring it back this year. Fingers crossed. I do have an Oberon /LA Love Lessons crossover novella available (and possibly another one coming before the end of the year--more crossed fingers!). But you're curious about Lucy and Danan, you can read more about them right now, simply by joining my FB Reader's Group, The Crone's Nest. 

  https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheCronesNest  

Members have access to the Oberon prequel, Such Fleeting Pleasures, which tells the story of how Lucy and Dan first met--and includes the famous indoor picnic scene that Lucy is attempting to replicate in the excerpt below:



Lucy took a long last look around the bedroom. It was perfect. Rose scented candles stood ready on each of the nightstands, and in their bathroom a bottle of vanilla flavored massage oil steamed peacefully in the bottle warmer. A picnic basket containing most of the ingredients for the meal she’d planned sat ready on the bed. Olives and oysters and double cream Brie. And cherry tomatoes—out of season, of course, and not nearly as good as the ones they’d get later in the year, but that could not be helped. She’d fared better with the avocados and the artichokes. Two weeks of searching had turned up several bottles of a nice Cabernet that was a near match for the wine they had shared all those years ago. She’d struck out when it came to the fresh strawberries, however. To compensate she’d bought a box of marzipan fruit and two cans of whipped cream. She was ready. 

 Closing the door behind her, she headed down the hallway toward her kitchen to check on the rest of the meal. She glanced at her smartwatch to see how much time she had, and felt a momentary tightness in her chest when she saw how late it was. Where was he? Surely he wouldn’t be late tonight? Not that there was any hurry, of course. They had all night to eat and talk, and to love each other. To remember the way things used to be. Could still be. Were

 She could hear Mandy and Kate giggling in the family room as they watched one of the videos that she’d rented for them. She thought of Scout and her cousin, probably already checked in at the spa—already in bed, perhaps. And Marsha, out to dinner with Sam. She tried to rein in the jealousy which for weeks had threatened to overwhelm her. 

 She’d had a whole lifetime of loving and being loved, after all. It was petty of her to begrudge her two best friends a little of the same happiness she had, wasn’t it? But she did, all the same. 

 As she checked on the artichokes, wiggling a couple of the outer leaves to see how loose they were, she imagined how it would feel to slide one of them into his mouth, to feel the touch of his lips as they brushed against the tips of her fingers. The faint tug as she pulled the leaf out again, and his teeth clamped down on it, resisting her. She imagined the taste of and the feel of melted butter as it dripped down her chin. The sweet aftertaste in both their mouths as he licked the butter away and then kissed her. The artichokes were ready she decided, turning off the heat beneath the pot. And so am I

She was ready to break down the wall that had sprung up between her and Dan. Ready to break through the silence that threatened to suffocate them both. Ready to reclaim her marriage. And reclaim her husband, too, from whatever it was that had stolen so much of his attention recently. She had everything she needed to accomplish her task, except for one little thin: Dan still wasn’t home. 

 She resisted the urge to check the time again and uncorked one of the bottles of wine. It was just as well that he was late. It was a fairly young vintage, after all. It could use a few minutes to breathe. She poured herself a glass of it, anyway, admiring the deep, clear color of the wine. Three drops, red as heart’s blood fell on the white tile counter. She wiped them up and licked her finger, and then turned at the sound of the door opening, her chest tight again. 

 “Hey babe. Sorry I’m late,” Dan said, smiling as he came toward her. He was carrying a bouquet of roses and a small, insulated paper bag. 

 Lucy could hear her heart thudding in her ears. “Hey, yourself,” she murmured, putting her glass down, and leaning back against the counter. She cocked her head to the side. “What’s in the bag?” 

 He put the roses on the counter and leaned in close. “Your Valentine’s present.” He pushed her hair back behind her ear and nuzzled her neck. His voice was a warm whisper. “Part of it, anyway. I thought maybe we could take this back to our bedroom with us later, maybe have our dessert in there tonight?” 

 He brushed a brief kiss against her lips and then pulled away and handed her the bag. “Here. Take a look.” He rested his hands on the counter, one on either side of her, and watched as she opened the bag. 

 “Lavender ice cream?” Her favorite. She stared at him in wonder. There was only one place in town that made it, and then only during the summer. “How’d you get it?” 

 He flashed her his most mischievous grin. “It was easy. I just called and asked if they’d make up a batch of it special for me. Told them I’d give them a real good deal on the lavender this year, if they did. That’s why I’m late tonight, I had to stop downtown and pick it up.” 

 Lucy clutched the pint container against her chest, mindless of the chill, as she thought about the velvety smoothness of the ice cream, the sweet taste of lavender, the way it would feel later tonight, as it melted on her skin. 

 Dan’s eyes gleamed as he watched her. “Well? Don’t you have anything for me?” 

 She nodded and reached for his hand. “Come on. I’ll show you. Bring the roses,” she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. She’d been foolish to be so worried, she thought, as she led him down the hallway towards their bedroom. 

 Nothing had changed between them. They were still on the same wavelength, still in sync. Still in love. 

 She dropped his hand as they entered the bedroom. Crossing to the bed, she pulled down a corner of the bedspread, so he could see the rose petals she’d layered between the sheets: red and white, just like the ones he’d brought her. 

 He smiled at her from across their bed. “The red rose is a falcon and the white rose is a dove,” he recited softly. “The red rose whispers passion and the white rose breathes of love. Looks like we might have been thinking along similar lines today.” 

 “Hmmm.” She returned his smile. “Looks like.” 

 He frowned suddenly. “Except...I think I may have reversed the order of those verses.” 

 She shrugged and rested one knee on the bed. “Does it really matter?” 

 “No.” His glance sizzled as it wandered slowly over her. “Not at all. So, what are you tonight? A falcon, or a dove?” 

 “I don’t know.” She shrugged again. “I haven’t decided, yet. Maybe neither.” 

 “Neither, huh?” He looked amused. “Why don’t you come over here and let me change your mind about that.” 

 She peered up at him teasingly, “What’s your hurry, Cavanaugh? You got places to go?” 

 “Just one,” he said. His glance went briefly to the basket on the bed between them. “Are we having a picnic?” 

 She nodded. “Take a look.” She held her breath and watched as he lifted the lid and looked inside; watched the smile that slowly crept across his face, watched his throat work as he swallowed. He remembers. Her heart soared at the look in his eyes when he looked at her again; at the heat and the passion that blazed within them. 

 “C’mere,” he said and his voice, husky with emotion, warm and dark, set all her nerves aflame.


Such Fleeting Pleasures 
An Oberon Prequel Novella 0.5 

 Love wasn't always strawberries and cream for Lucy and Dan Cavanaugh...or was it? 

In this Oberon prequel, we travel back in time to see how it all began. Most of the material in this prequel novella (set some eighteen years before the series begins) also appears as flashback scenes in A Taste of Honey

 Although the series as a whole is not currently available, you can access a FREE DOWNLOAD of this novella when you join my Facebook group: The Crone's Nest:   

                                         https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheCronesNest 



Going To The Chapel 
Crossover Book 1.0 

In Waiting For The Big One, Gabby and Derek went from being friends to being lovers. Now, they're waiting for their Big Day. But will it be the wedding of their dreams? Or a bride's worst nightmare? 

 A quick trip to Gabby's hometown turns into the wedding from hell when Gabby and Derek are plagued by hailstorms, lost reservations, voracious goats, angry bees and enough family drama to fill a barn. 

 Guess it's true what they say, "The course of true love never did run smooth." But can the happy couple hold it all together, or will their Big Day turn into a Big Mess?

 ***A different version of this book was previously released as part of the Sapphire Falls Kindle World program.*** 

 Available now, only at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07SF7MD54/

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Bring It Back(List) Sound of a Voice That is Still by PG Forte

Posted by: PG Forte

 I saw a photo online recently of a hallway strewn with red rose petals, and a caption that said something like, "Just once I wish someone would do something this romantic for me." To which someone else had replied, "I thought those were bloodstains." And someone else had quipped, "There are two types of people."

I don't know...maybe you had to be there?  I thought it was hilarious. But, even funnier, is the fact that everyone I know of who's seen the picture also thought they were viewing a crime scene. And that got me thinking that I'd like to write a scene like that. And THAT reminded me that I already had ! Or, at least, I'd written a scattered rose petal scene. 

Sound of a Voice That is Still is book three in my Oberon series--which is not currently available. I'm hoping to bring it back this year. Fingers crossed. I do have an Oberon /LA Love Lessons crossover novella available (and possibly another one coming before the end of the year--more crossed fingers!). But you're curious about Lucy and Danan, you can read more about them right now, simply by joining my FB Reader's Group, The Crone's Nest. 

  https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheCronesNest  

Members have access to the Oberon prequel, Such Fleeting Pleasures, which tells the story of how Lucy and Dan first met--and includes the famous indoor picnic scene that Lucy is attempting to replicate in the excerpt below:



Lucy took a long last look around the bedroom. It was perfect. Rose scented candles stood ready on each of the nightstands, and in their bathroom a bottle of vanilla flavored massage oil steamed peacefully in the bottle warmer. A picnic basket containing most of the ingredients for the meal she’d planned sat ready on the bed. Olives and oysters and double cream Brie. And cherry tomatoes—out of season, of course, and not nearly as good as the ones they’d get later in the year, but that could not be helped. She’d fared better with the avocados and the artichokes. Two weeks of searching had turned up several bottles of a nice Cabernet that was a near match for the wine they had shared all those years ago. She’d struck out when it came to the fresh strawberries, however. To compensate she’d bought a box of marzipan fruit and two cans of whipped cream. She was ready. 

 Closing the door behind her, she headed down the hallway toward her kitchen to check on the rest of the meal. She glanced at her smartwatch to see how much time she had, and felt a momentary tightness in her chest when she saw how late it was. Where was he? Surely he wouldn’t be late tonight? Not that there was any hurry, of course. They had all night to eat and talk, and to love each other. To remember the way things used to be. Could still be. Were

 She could hear Mandy and Kate giggling in the family room as they watched one of the videos that she’d rented for them. She thought of Scout and her cousin, probably already checked in at the spa—already in bed, perhaps. And Marsha, out to dinner with Sam. She tried to rein in the jealousy which for weeks had threatened to overwhelm her. 

 She’d had a whole lifetime of loving and being loved, after all. It was petty of her to begrudge her two best friends a little of the same happiness she had, wasn’t it? But she did, all the same. 

 As she checked on the artichokes, wiggling a couple of the outer leaves to see how loose they were, she imagined how it would feel to slide one of them into his mouth, to feel the touch of his lips as they brushed against the tips of her fingers. The faint tug as she pulled the leaf out again, and his teeth clamped down on it, resisting her. She imagined the taste of and the feel of melted butter as it dripped down her chin. The sweet aftertaste in both their mouths as he licked the butter away and then kissed her. The artichokes were ready she decided, turning off the heat beneath the pot. And so am I

She was ready to break down the wall that had sprung up between her and Dan. Ready to break through the silence that threatened to suffocate them both. Ready to reclaim her marriage. And reclaim her husband, too, from whatever it was that had stolen so much of his attention recently. She had everything she needed to accomplish her task, except for one little thin: Dan still wasn’t home. 

 She resisted the urge to check the time again and uncorked one of the bottles of wine. It was just as well that he was late. It was a fairly young vintage, after all. It could use a few minutes to breathe. She poured herself a glass of it, anyway, admiring the deep, clear color of the wine. Three drops, red as heart’s blood fell on the white tile counter. She wiped them up and licked her finger, and then turned at the sound of the door opening, her chest tight again. 

 “Hey babe. Sorry I’m late,” Dan said, smiling as he came toward her. He was carrying a bouquet of roses and a small, insulated paper bag. 

 Lucy could hear her heart thudding in her ears. “Hey, yourself,” she murmured, putting her glass down, and leaning back against the counter. She cocked her head to the side. “What’s in the bag?” 

 He put the roses on the counter and leaned in close. “Your Valentine’s present.” He pushed her hair back behind her ear and nuzzled her neck. His voice was a warm whisper. “Part of it, anyway. I thought maybe we could take this back to our bedroom with us later, maybe have our dessert in there tonight?” 

 He brushed a brief kiss against her lips and then pulled away and handed her the bag. “Here. Take a look.” He rested his hands on the counter, one on either side of her, and watched as she opened the bag. 

 “Lavender ice cream?” Her favorite. She stared at him in wonder. There was only one place in town that made it, and then only during the summer. “How’d you get it?” 

 He flashed her his most mischievous grin. “It was easy. I just called and asked if they’d make up a batch of it special for me. Told them I’d give them a real good deal on the lavender this year, if they did. That’s why I’m late tonight, I had to stop downtown and pick it up.” 

 Lucy clutched the pint container against her chest, mindless of the chill, as she thought about the velvety smoothness of the ice cream, the sweet taste of lavender, the way it would feel later tonight, as it melted on her skin. 

 Dan’s eyes gleamed as he watched her. “Well? Don’t you have anything for me?” 

 She nodded and reached for his hand. “Come on. I’ll show you. Bring the roses,” she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. She’d been foolish to be so worried, she thought, as she led him down the hallway towards their bedroom. 

 Nothing had changed between them. They were still on the same wavelength, still in sync. Still in love. 

 She dropped his hand as they entered the bedroom. Crossing to the bed, she pulled down a corner of the bedspread, so he could see the rose petals she’d layered between the sheets: red and white, just like the ones he’d brought her. 

 He smiled at her from across their bed. “The red rose is a falcon and the white rose is a dove,” he recited softly. “The red rose whispers passion and the white rose breathes of love. Looks like we might have been thinking along similar lines today.” 

 “Hmmm.” She returned his smile. “Looks like.” 

 He frowned suddenly. “Except...I think I may have reversed the order of those verses.” 

 She shrugged and rested one knee on the bed. “Does it really matter?” 

 “No.” His glance sizzled as it wandered slowly over her. “Not at all. So, what are you tonight? A falcon, or a dove?” 

 “I don’t know.” She shrugged again. “I haven’t decided, yet. Maybe neither.” 

 “Neither, huh?” He looked amused. “Why don’t you come over here and let me change your mind about that.” 

 She peered up at him teasingly, “What’s your hurry, Cavanaugh? You got places to go?” 

 “Just one,” he said. His glance went briefly to the basket on the bed between them. “Are we having a picnic?” 

 She nodded. “Take a look.” She held her breath and watched as he lifted the lid and looked inside; watched the smile that slowly crept across his face, watched his throat work as he swallowed. He remembers. Her heart soared at the look in his eyes when he looked at her again; at the heat and the passion that blazed within them. 

 “C’mere,” he said and his voice, husky with emotion, warm and dark, set all her nerves aflame.


Such Fleeting Pleasures 
An Oberon Prequel Novella 0.5 

 Love wasn't always strawberries and cream for Lucy and Dan Cavanaugh...or was it? 

In this Oberon prequel, we travel back in time to see how it all began. Most of the material in this prequel novella (set some eighteen years before the series begins) also appears as flashback scenes in A Taste of Honey

 Although the series as a whole is not currently available, you can access a FREE DOWNLOAD of this novella when you join my Facebook group: The Crone's Nest:   

                                         https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheCronesNest 



Going To The Chapel 
Crossover Book 1.0 

In Waiting For The Big One, Gabby and Derek went from being friends to being lovers. Now, they're waiting for their Big Day. But will it be the wedding of their dreams? Or a bride's worst nightmare? 

 A quick trip to Gabby's hometown turns into the wedding from hell when Gabby and Derek are plagued by hailstorms, lost reservations, voracious goats, angry bees and enough family drama to fill a barn. 

 Guess it's true what they say, "The course of true love never did run smooth." But can the happy couple hold it all together, or will their Big Day turn into a Big Mess?

 ***A different version of this book was previously released as part of the Sapphire Falls Kindle World program.*** 

 Available now, only at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07SF7MD54/

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Stop by The Last Call

Posted by: Maureen

 

   Disclaimer: Scruff did not consume any actual wine ...he's more of a tequila man

By Maureen Bonatch

I hadn't realized there was a National Drink Wine Day, or that it was on February 18th each year. There is a day for almost everything anymore, so I suppose choosing a day in the dead of winter would be appropriate for curling up with a book and a glass of wine (or coffee—I won't tell since everyday is drink coffee day for me). 

Drinking is often done socially. Whether it's meeting friends for a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, or other beverage. I do enjoy a glass of red wine, although most of the places in my area don't offer much of a selection, and with COVID precautions, it's not something I've gone out to do much of lately. 

If you're missing hanging out and having your beverage of choice, you can virtually visit the Last Call bar featured in my books Destiny Calling and Not a Chance—which both happen to be on sale now for $0.99 cents. (click here to grab your copies) So grab a stool and slide up to the bar. 

Hope will get your drink—although she'll probably recommend the tequila. The Last Call doesn't have that great of a wine selection, but luckily you can visit this bar from the comfort of your home with your favorite drink.

On Sale Now for $0.99 cents




Destiny Calling (Book 1)


Hope only wants to find out if her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with her touch makes her the devil's spawn, or his exterminator. But when the woman who raised her is murdered by something not human, she loses the only family she knew and discovers one she might wish she hadn’t.



Not a Chance (Book 2)


The last thing Hope Hallows wants is to become the latest headline. Living in a town that likes secrets, she prefers to keep hers hidden. Avoiding a nosy reporter’s questions about her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with a single touch, and those who crave this bliss, is nothing new. But having her brother’s annoying girlfriend, Berta, go missing is—especially when it makes Hope suspect number one.

Cheers! Whatcha Drinking?


Author Bio: Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. 


Find Maureen on her website, Facebook & Twitter Be the first to know about Maureen’s book sales and new releases by following her on BookBubAmazon and/or signing up for her newsletter

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Available Now! Truth or Dare by PG Forte

Posted by: PG Forte
This book was previously published. 

Truth or Dare 
Games We Play, Book One
by PG Forte
Paranormal/Erotic Romance
35K 
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Gwyn has her hands full these days trying to help save the family business -- a quirky hotel on the Jersey Shore. She has no time for romance. But when the two men with whom she once spent a drunken menage weekend show up with a sexy proposition, how can she resist? Berke and Cam might have broken her heart once, but Gwyn is older now and wiser. She's not looking for forever. She just wants a good time. And, after all, it is Valentine's Day. 

 For Berke and Cam, the weekend isn't just about fun, or adding some spice to their marriage; it's about winning back the woman who got away, and convincing her to give a committed three-way relationship a shot. They each have skills that could help make the hotel a success -- and they're not above bartering to get what they want. but first they have to get past the walls Gwyn's built to keep them out. But while Cam's biggest concern is making sure Gwyn doesn't break Berke's heart a second time, Berke is worried about what Cam will think if he learns about Berke's part in screwing things up the last time around.

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