Love From A to Z

by Pg Forte

[Linda]

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Love from A to Z is playful and light, with some darker undertones as well.


P. G. Forte’s Love from A to Z is a book about new beginnings and operates on insomnia. When April wakes up on Saturday morning, next to Zach, she has no idea who he or she is. The game here is sex. The reader is immediately immersed in Zach's playfulness.

There are some very visual scenes between April and Zack as they embark on their sexual journey, which set the pages on fire. And somehow the fact that they just met, even how they met, doesn’t lessen the intensity between them. It feels right – at least this reader thinks so.

The story also manages to be sweet and very romantic with the explicit-sex scenes peppering the pages. April is great both when she’s amnesic and after she recovers her memory. Zach is a gorgeous man who loves to play and doesn’t really want to grow up.

Love from A to Z has villains as well in the characters of Richie and Uncle George. Richie is a spoiled young man, who mostly does what his father, George, tells him to do. George is jealous of April after she inherits everything from her grandfather’s death. Which now means that instead of just being able to keep on spending and doing what he was used to doing, George must depend on April's generously. Dependency on April doesn’t sit well with him at all. So when George comes up with the scheme to drug April in order to get the money away from her and into their greedy hands, Richie does what he’s told without qualms.



She would have liked to take her new playmate home with her, too; to strip him out of those clothes and find out how much of that bulge was for real, to dig her nails into those broad shoulders, to test her teeth against those taut pecs.

He shook his head. “Hold on, I can’t hear you. Wait ‘til we get outside.” Cool, night air, fresh and slightly misty, wafted over April as they stepped through the door. She sighed blissfully as she breathed it in.

“Uh…hi,” I murmured, feeling breathless as I stared into an absolutely gorgeous set of smoldering, sea green eyes. How in the world could I ask his name, or any of the other dozen questions which were begging for answers, without betraying the fact that I couldn’t remember the first thing about him, about the night we’d just spent together, about… a lot of things, actually.

This review was first published at Risque Reviews.