Monday, January 24, 2022

New Release: The Name Game

 

NEW RELEASE!!! The Name Game is the fourth book in my Games We Play series. The series is set in my other favorite small, slightly-haunted, coastal town, Atlas Beach New Jersey.


The Name Game
A Games We Play Story
PG Forte

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He knows what to do to save her business. She knows what he needs to fix his life! 

Atlas Beach is experiencing a retail-renaissance—and Carly Meyer is determined to be part of it. But her sandwich shop-slash-food-truck, The Lunch Box, is struggling to stay afloat. Luckily, help is on the way thanks to the Chamber of Commerce’s innovative mentoring program—partnering successful Atlas Beach business owners with some of the newer start-ups. Too bad the mentor assigned to her is the delectable—and highly annoying—Tino DiLuca. 

Tino knows exactly what’s hurting Carly’s business and—exactly how to fix it. But his number one solution, changing the name of her signature sandwich, is the one thing she’s not prepared to do.


EXCERPT:

It was the morning after the first night they’d spent at his house rather than hers—which felt like a milestone of sorts. He’d gotten up while she was still asleep, slipped into a pair of jeans and went upstairs. His plan was to make her breakfast in bed. It was a good plan, but she derailed it a few minutes later, by tiptoeing up the stairs just as he was assembling their sandwiches.

“Hey,” she whispered from the doorway, tugging uselessly at the hem of her T-shirt, as she glanced around. “Is your brother gone?”

He smiled at the sight of her. She looked adorable with her cheeks still flushed with sleep and her hair scraped back from her face in a ponytail. But no matter how hard she tried, she was never going to get that shirt to stretch far enough to cover her lacy, red thong—which was very obviously the only other item of clothing she had on. “C’mon up. The coast is clear.”

“Something smells good,” she said inhaling deeply as she came to stand behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and peered over his arm at the food he was plating, distracting him with her closeness and her softness and her warmth. “Are those what I think they are?”

“If you think you’re looking at two of the greatest breakfast sandwiches ever invented, then yes, they absolutely are.”

Ooh, big talk,” she teased. “But can they live up to all that hype? That’s what I’m wondering.”

“True facts,” he responded. “And, yes, they can and will. Now, why don’t you pour us both some coffee from that pot over there while I finish up?” He’d fried some potatoes to accompany the sandwiches. Now he piled those on the plates as well, topping them with a dollop of sour cream and dusting of fresh-cut chives. A salad of fresh grapefruit and mint and a little bit of honey rounded out the meal and provided a balance for all the salt. 

“That looks amazing,” she said as he slid the plates on the table and took the seat around the corner from hers.

“Thank you. But it’ll taste even better.” He gestured at the condiments and said, “So help yourself to a little SPK, and eat up!”

“A little…?”

“Or a lot, if that’s what you prefer. No judgment here.”

“No. I mean, what did you say?  SP…what?”

“Salt. Pepper. Ketchup,” he replied, pointing at each of them in turn. “The traditional condiments. Some people like hot sauce, but it’s not for me.”

Carly nodded. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she said, “Yeah, I’ve heard that it’s a good idea to keep hot sauce away from your uh…meat.”

“Exactly.” He wasn’t entirely sure why that put such a big smile on her face, but since the sight of it had short-circuited his brain, he didn’t bother to try. He just dug into his own sandwich.

It was one of the better meals of his life, and one of his happiest moments ever, sitting at his mother’s kitchen table watching the woman he’d fallen in love with fall in love with some of his favorite foods. 

She wolfed down several bites of sandwich, before licking her lips and saying, “Wow. This is…”

“Good?” he suggested.

“Amazing,” she corrected, in between additional bites. “But…pork roll. I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“It’s a question for the ages, all right.”

“It’s salty and tangy, a little smoky. But all of that seems so…inadequate. It’s not like anything I’ve ever had.”

“Nope.” He grinned at her attempts to describe the indescribable. “It’s entirely its own thing. Which is why I have some sympathy for #TeamTaylorHam. I mean, they’re still wrong of course, because it’s not ham, but then again, American Cheese isn’t cheese either, so…”

She frowned at him. “That’s a horrible analogy.”

“Very true,” he agreed, then watched as she cleared her plate in record time. “So I take it you liked it?”

“I really did.”

She sounded surprised, which did not surprise him at all. “I know they’re not in the same league as your sandwiches, he told her, “But this is Jersey, you know what I mean?  It’s home.”

“It’s you,” she said—which wasn’t wrong. “And I really appreciate your wanting to share that with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Always. “Are you ready for another?”

“Not right now.”

“Well then, can I get you something else?”

She flashed him another of those thought-derailing smiles and said, “Yes, actually. Now that you mention it. Because, as far as taste goes, I think I’d only rank it as my second favorite New Jersey product. And I think it’s time I  had another taste of first place.”

“Tomatoes?” he guessed, not really surprised, because there really was no beating those—although bagels, pizza, blue crabs, and fresh corn all came pretty close—but definitely disappointed because it was only March, which was months too early for tomatoes!

“No, not tomatoes. We were talking about breakfast meat,” she said, shooting him an expectant look that left him mystified. 

Were they? “But there isn’t any—” he said, breaking off again when she started to laugh. “What?”

“Omigod, I meant you,” she said with a nod at his lap.

“Oh.” The grin on his face was probably making him look goofy as fuck, but he couldn’t care less. “Good to know?”

She shook her head. “Here I am doing my best to flirt with you and it’s all just going over your head. Obviously, one of us is really bad at this. Or maybe both of us are?”

“I don’t think either of us are bad at any of this.” He crooked a finger at her. “But forget flirting for now. Maybe you should just come over here and let me give you another little taste test.”

“Good idea,” she said getting up from her chair and rounding the table to straddle his lap. “It is an important designation, after all. I wouldn’t want to be hasty in my decision making.”


 

Monday, December 20, 2021

This is your Last Chance to get Revenge!

 

LAST TWO DAYS!!

It's the most wonderful time of the year...for revenge. 

Halloween is a time for tricks, mayhem and murder. This collection of macabre tales follows the wronged as they seek retribution for the crimes against them. By whatever means necessary. 

 Read the deliciously dark stories from S. K. Gregory, Ashley Brion, R Jaye, N. D. Testa, DJ Shaw, P. G. Forte & Kat Gracey. 

 Grab this limited collection today--before it's gone forever!



This collection contains my short story, Hungry Heart: 
 

Hungry Heart 
An Oberon Halloween Story 

Cara Matthews is trouble--with a capital T. That's one thing that pretty much everyone in Oberon can agree on--parents, teachers, other students, her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Seth Cavanaugh. ​

 Well, if you give a dog a bad name he--or she--will probably live up to it, right? ​

This Halloween, after one insult too many, Cara's hellbent on wreaking revenge--no matter who gets hurt in the process. ​

Excerpt from Hungry Heart:

Stealing things usually makes me feel better—I don’t know why, it just does. That’s why it’s such a hard habit to break. Except, right now, it’s not helping at all. 

As I push through the doors and head out into the night I still feel like shit. That’s all on account of Seth, and I’m so fucking tired of it that I want to scream. So, the hell with forgiving and forgetting. Fuck being nice. Fuck starting over. Fuck trying again. This is the last time Seth Cavanaugh is ever gonna make me cry. The. Very. Last. Time. This time, I’m gonna get even with the prick. And I know just how I’ll do it. 

Over the next couple of weeks, I work on my plan every chance I get. I even go so far as to write the steps down, using sparkly, colored ink and a notebook I swiped for just this purpose. It’s a really good notebook, by the way; one of those chunky, bespoke junk journals that are almost too pretty to write in.

Most of the pages are blank, but some have mystical designs stamped onto them, or sigils, or inspirational quotes sketched in the margins. There are pockets glued in, seemingly at random, that hold oracle cards, or odd foreign coins, or packets of incense. You can tell that someone spent literally hours handcrafting it. If I’d resold it, unused—which I totally could have done—I’ve been able to eat for about a month on the proceeds But, instead, I’m using it. Every day. So, that tells you how serious I am about this. 

 It’s Halloween-themed, too, which makes it perfect for the season. It’s all creepy and dark, with a spooky vibe that I was immediately attracted to. It quickly becomes my very favorite possession. There was a handwritten note that came with it that described how to activate its magic. But I don’t believe in that stuff, so I didn’t bother to keep it. 

I think it was probably intended to be used as a grimoire—something to write spells in, or curses, or shit like that. But, I figure revenge is kind of like a curse, so it all fits. It’s almost like it was meant to be. 

Which, oddly enough, is exactly what I thought when I first saw it—that it was meant to be mine; that I was meant to have it; that, together, we would be invincible. Ridiculous, right? But working with it makes me feel powerful.

Sunday, December 19, 2021

Do You Review?

 I have review copies available for both I'll Be Home for Christmas (currently available as part of the Holiday Kisses collection)  and Light Up the Night (releasing later this month in the Shadows and Chaos anthology). 

Descriptions below. Hit me up if you want one via the contact form on my website! PGForte.com




I'll Be Home For Christmas 
 An Oberon Christmas Story 

All Scout wants this holiday season is to get home in time for Christmas. But when your home is in quirky little Oberon, California, nothing is ever that simple. 

 It’s the night before Christmas and Scout Patterson is flying home to Oberon after a business trip to LA when a chance, mid-air meeting with an angel has her dreaming of a weird Christmas—one in which she sees what the town would have been like if she had never returned.







Light Up The Night 
A Children of Night Ugly Christmas Sweater Story 

Her love will light up his night. If they both can survive that long

 Heather is having the worst Christmas ever! Or, at least, the worst Christmas since she was forced to become a vampire. Her sire's distracted, her nest-mates have forgotten her existence, and a bunch of weirdos have taken over her lair. The only bright spot in her life right now is Drew--who didn't even used to like her! She knows he's coming around, but that's not good enough. She wants more. She wants everything. She wants him. And she's not giving up. 

 Drew Geiger gave up on love a long time ago. Such tender emotions have no place in a vampire's heart. But, somehow, the girl he once described as a "feral kitten" has got her claws in him, and she's not letting go. That would be fine, if only someone didn't want her dead--and if her sire didn't still inconveniently remember that it was Drew who'd once suggested that maybe she'd be better off that way. ​

 ***This story features characters from PG Forte's Children of Night series, characters from Kinsey Holley's Hidden Fae series, and a few from Erin Nicholas' Sapphire Falls series. It follows Going Back to Find You and Going for Brook, both previously released as part of the Sapphire Falls Kindle World***

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

New Release! Holiday Kisses!

 




HOLIDAY KISSES
A Sweet, Hot, and Christmassy Anthology

Experience the magic of romance this Christmas. Holiday Kisses is a festive collection of eight exclusive Christmas stories that will make you fall head over heels in love. Are you ready to take a journey with us? Get into the Christmas spirit with these swoon-worthy romances this holiday season.


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Holiday Kisses released today! The antho includes my short story, I'll Be Home for Christmas. This is a straight-up Christmas story. And, much like the movie whose plot it borrows (It's a Wonderful  Life) and my own personal favorite Christmas Film, 1947's The Bishop's Wife, while there are romantic elements--and a HEA--it's really not a romance. In part this was because there's only so much you can do with 15K. It really didn't allow for a romance sub-plot. I might revise it for next year and make it longer, add more scenes, catch up with a few more Oberon characters in their alternate reality, but overall I'm pretty happy with the story as-is...well, other than the typos which STILL found their way into the finished version despite multiple sets of eyes on the MS and TWO rounds of edits. Besides, I also have another Oberon Christmas story idea on the calendar for 2022, and a FUN new cover (see below). 

Meanwhile, here's an excerpt from I'll Be Home for Christmas:


Where are you? Standing inside the terminal, suitcases at my feet, I scan the crowd for a glimpse of my husband. I’m starting to worry. I’d expected to see him when I cleared the gate. Or at least by the time I’d collected my bags. But even after an unprecedented, twenty-minute wait for my luggage, Nick still isn’t here. I’ve called home, called his cell; I’ve tried texting—nada. Even his voicemail isn’t picking up. 

 He could have gotten stuck at work. When you’re a cop, disruptions are a way of life. But it’s not like him not to have called or left a message. Unless he did, and it hasn’t downloaded? It’s not impossible. There’s something about the area surrounding Oberon that plays havoc with cell signals—which is why so many of us still rely on landlines. The locals will tell you it’s the magic, but I’m sure there’s a more prosaic explanation. But, anyway, belatedly realizing that that’s probably what’s happened, I decide to go outside, where the signal is (hopefully) stronger, and check again. But as I’m reaching for my carry-on, the bag is snatched from my hand. 

“Hey!” Glancing up, I find myself face to face with Edge. 

“What’s taking so long?” he scolds as he slips the bag’s strap over his shoulder. Then he grabs the rest of my things, as well. “I got you a car. Let’s go.” 

 “You…what?” 

“We’re out here,” he says as he heads for the door. 

 “There is no ‘we,’” I mutter, hurrying after him. 

“Look, I appreciate the thought, but I don’t need a car. I have a ride coming.” 

He glances at me over his shoulder. “You’re waiting for Nick?” 

 “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.” 

 “I figured. That’s off the table now.” 

“What is?” 

 “Nick. He’s not coming.” 

 “Why not?” I ask, almost tripping in my haste. “What do you know?” 

Edge waits until we’re outside before he answers. “I realize there’s a lot here for you to process. And it’s gonna take time to adjust—no question. But it’s all part of your Christmas gift.” 

“Gift?” Ideas dance in my head like sugarplums. “What gift?” Could Nick have bought me a new car and sent this joker here to deliver it? No. Impossible. Nick would never expect me to get into a car with a stranger; in fact, he’d be furious with me, right now, for even following Edge outside. “I’m not taking another step,” I say as I glance around, hoping to catch sight of a security guard—or anyone who could come to my aid. “Not without an explanation. What gift are you talking about?” 

“My gift to you. A new life.” 

 “A new…what? Look, you’re clearly playing me, so—” 

Edge looks perplexed. “Why would I do that?” 

“How the hell should I know?” 

“Whoa,” he says with a flinch. “Could you not use the H-word?” 

 “I’ll say worse than that if you don’t give me back my bags right the fuck now.” 

“Already done,” he replies, tossing them into the back of a shiny, red Mustang convertible that has me doing a double-take. “See? You’re all set.” 

“I…don’t understand.” I’m looking at the twin of the car I was driving when I first returned to Oberon, feeling a sense of unease so strong it borders on nausea. Even by Oberon standards, this is one hell of a freakish coincidence. 

 “Remember how you said that the fear of losing everything was always there, hanging over your head, that you couldn’t be happy because of it?” 

 “That’s not exactly—" 

 “And how no one would have even noticed if you’d never come back? That everyone’s lives would’ve gone on just the same—with or without you?” 

“I did not say that.” It’s true, of course, but… 

 “But you thought it, right? And, while I don’t happen to agree, I figure it’s your life, your choice. So, I gave you what you’ve been wishing for: a do-over, a clean slate, a fresh start. You’re free to build a new life now, one that will make you happy, one you can believe in. Okay?” 

 I open my mouth, then shut it again when I can’t think of anything to say. 

“Right. So”—Edge digs a set of keys from his pocket and presses them into my hand—“here you go. Merry Christmas.” I

 frown at the familiar keychain. Even that’s identical to the one I’d used five years ago. When I glance up again, Edge is already on his way back inside. “Wait! Where are you going? I can’t take your car.” 

“Sure, you can,” he replies as the doors slide shut behind him. “And it’s not mine—it’s yours.” 

 I start after him, stopping only when I realize I’d be leaving my bags unattended. Before I can figure out what to do, the security guard I’d been praying for a moment earlier suddenly materializes at my side. 

“Move along,” he snaps impatiently, giving me no opportunity to explain. “Nope, don’t want to hear it. Just get in your car and go. If this were any other time of the year, I’d already be writing out a summons.” 

If it were any other time of the year, this probably wouldn’t be happening, but there’s no use arguing. I might as well go home, I decide, as I pull away from the curb. I can call Larry from there. Surely, he can tell me how to contact Edge and return his car.

* * * 

And coming next December (maybe): Oberon's magic strikes again. This time, Lucy's stuck in a time loop where she experiences Christmas every day. The. Exact. Same. Christmas.  And it will just keep repeating until she gets it right. It's like Groundhog Day, only in December. 

One of these days, she's really going to learn to stop wishing for the chance to do it all over again.



Friday, October 8, 2021

It's a Wonderful Life in Oberon

 


I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 

 All Scout wants this holiday season is to get home in time for Christmas. But when your home is in quirky little Oberon, California, nothing is ever that simple. 

 It’s the night before Christmas and Scout Patterson is on her way back to Oberon, until a chance meeting with a meddlesome angel has her dreaming of a weird Christmas—one in which she sees what life in the little town might have been like if she’d never returned.


EXCERPT: 


It’s your typical late December day in the City of Angels where, despite the music blasting from the car’s speakers, it is not beginning to look a lot like Christmas. As the musical marathon continues, one classic carol segueing seamlessly into the next, I feel a holiday headache coming on and ask, “Isn’t there any other music we could listen to?” 
 Larry Mitchell, my agent and friend, shifts his attention away from the traffic clogging the 405 long enough to grin at me from beneath the brim of his seizure-inducing, red and green sequined ball cap, the one with the blinking LED lights that spell out HO-HO-HO! across the front. “C’mon, Scout. Where’s your holiday spirit?” 

 “What holiday spirit?” I’d like to know. “When have you ever known me to get all holly-jolly just because the calendar’s down to a single page?” 

 Larry sighs reluctantly. “Never.” “Exactly.” 

It’s not that I’m anti-Christmas, but…well, no, actually. I guess I am. And, unlike the grinch, I do know the reason. Everyone’s expectations are too high this time of year. I was just a kid when I realized that “merry” was not a guarantee. It’s a wish, a prayer, and, far too often, a forlorn hope. The last few years have been wonderful, but I know how fast that can change. Christmas is the time of year that really hits home. 

 “I guess I hoped things would be different,” Larry says. “That moving to Oberon and finding your happily-ever-after would’ve made you…happy?” 

“I’m happy!” Of course, I am. I’m living the dream. But there’s a reason Christmas Future was the spirit Scrooge feared most; happily ever after is a long shot at the best of times. “Just because I don’t dress up in silly outfits or…” Shit. Too late, I notice the self-conscious look on Larry’s face. Does he think I mean him? “Is that the time?” I ask in a desperate bid to change the subject. “Your clock didn’t stop, did it?” 

 “I don’t think so.” Larry casts a worried glance at the display screen, then his face clears. “That would be funny, wouldn’t it?” 

“No.” I glance uneasily at the traffic crawling far too slowly toward the airport. It’s two days before Christmas. If I don’t make my flight, there’s no guarantee I can get another. I promised my son that I’d be home in time to trim the tree. I can’t let Cole down. “Unless you think missing my flight would be funny?” It’s a pretty popular trope in those holiday romcoms he’s so addicted to, so maybe he does. 

But Larry shakes his head. “No, Scout. It’s funny because it would be like George’s watch, you know?”

 “No. Who’s George?” 

“George Bailey?” 

“Ah, right.” Larry’s obsession with It’s a Wonderful Life is the stuff of legends. The movie forms the centerpiece of all his Christmas parties—like the one I was forced to attend last night. “You realize the most likely reason his watch stopped was that it got wet when he jumped into the river to save Clarence, right?” 

 “Pffft. That’s just what George wanted to think. It was working fine once Clarence returned him to his own life.” “Because it had dried out by then.” “What about Zuzu’s petals?” “What about ’em? It’s a movie, Larry. The petals were a plot device—that’s all.” 

“It’s a film,” he insists. “A great film. And film is one of the lenses through which we view reality. Every detail is fraught with meaning.” 

 I’ve heard this before, and I’m not convinced. “The story is ludicrous.” Now, there’s a movie quote, if you like, from The Big Lebowski—a really great film. “Every person in the alternate Bedford Falls was living a sad, miserable existence just because George wasn’t there to prop them up? Who has that kind of power?” 

“No man is an island, Scout. Every choice we make affects those around us.” 

“Uh-huh. And you don’t find it strange that no one in the entire town could’ve chosen to be happy?” 

“Old Man Potter was happy.” 

“Yeah, and that’s another thing. Potter steals the deposit and gets away with it because everyone else sacrifices their life savings to make up the difference. They’re covering up a crime!” 

“You’re totally missing the point of the story.” 

 “What’s the point; crime pays? I know what my husband—the cop—would have to say about that.”

 “And what do you say about it, Princess?” “The only thing any sensible person can say: Bah humbug.”

*****

I'll Be Home For Christmas releases this December as part of the Holiday Kisses anthology! Pre-Order it HERE now!


Experience the magic of romance this Christmas!

 Holiday Kisses is a festive collection of nine exclusive Christmas stories that will make you fall head over heels in love. 

Are you ready to take a journey with us? Get into the Christmas spirit with these swoon-worthy romances this holiday season. ️ 

Adina D. Grey - Special Christmas Present Emily is perfect, but I could never make her as happy as she deserves. Tyler is everything I've ever dreamed of, but I'm not enough. Will the magic of Christmas be enough to erase all doubts from their hearts? ️ 

Ann Grech - Gift Unwrapped Two men to choose from... Unwrapping her gift was never so much fun. ️ 

Maci Dillon - Candy Canes & Cocktails Stranded in a snowstorm with a swoon-worthy bartender never tasted so good. ️ 

Rosie East - Home for Christmas Coming home for Christmas isn't always as simple as it seems... ️ 

Samantha Baca - Snow Place To Go What happens when a woman looking for love gets stranded with a man who’s purposely avoiding it? ️ 

PG Forte - I'll be home for Christmas A meeting with an angel has Scout dreaming of a weird Christmas—one in which she sees what life might have been like for her friends and family if she’d never come home. ️ 

Andrea Marie - Mrs. Claus What starts as just a job, quickly opens the door to endless possibilities, including a chance at true love.  ️

Holly J. Gill- Christmas Mistake When one mistake changes everything, how can you come back?  ️

Lynn Stevens - One Wish Only We had three months together, then she was gone. I pushed her away, helped her run faster halfway around the world. Me and my big mouth, complete with the inserted foot. Now six months later, she’s standing in front of me as beautiful and stubborn as ever. And it will take a Christmas wish to win her back, or I’ll be forced to let her go forever.

Saturday, September 25, 2021

New for Halloween

 

I'm so excited to announce the release of Revenge Is Sweet: A Collection of Halloween Tales of Revenge, which includes my  own story, Hungry Heart.


It's the most wonderful time of the year...for revenge. 

Halloween is a time for tricks, mayhem and murder. This collection of Halloween tales follows the wronged as they seek retribution for the crimes against them. 

By whatever means necessary. 

Read the deliciously dark stories from S. K. Gregory, Ashley Brion, R Jaye, N. D. Testa, DJ Shaw and P.G. Forte.

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09H3643ZH


Hungry Heart is a (hopefully) creepy little tale that I pulled out of Oberon's seventh book Visions Before Midnight.  For a sneak peek at the blurb and (individual) cover, click HERE

And, now, I think it's time for an excerpt...


EXCERPT:  Over the next couple of weeks, I work on my plan every chance I get. I even go so far as to write the steps down, using sparkly, colored ink and a notebook I swiped for just this purpose. It’s a really good notebook, by the way; one of those chunky, bespoke junk journals that are almost too pretty to write in. Most of the pages are blank, but some have mystical designs stamped onto them, or sigils, or inspirational quotes sketched in the margins. There are pockets glued in, seemingly at random, that hold oracle cards, or odd foreign coins, or packets of incense. You can tell that someone spent literally hours handcrafting it. If I’d resold it, unused—which I totally could have done—I’ve been able to eat for about a month on the proceeds But, instead, I’m using it. Every day. So, that tells you how serious I am about this. 

 It’s Halloween-themed, too, which makes it perfect for the season. It’s all creepy and dark, with a spooky vibe that I was immediately attracted to. It quickly becomes my very favorite possession. There was a handwritten note that came with it that described how to activate its magic. But I don’t believe in that stuff, so I didn’t bother to keep it. I think it was probably intended to be used as a grimoire—something to write spells in, or curses, or shit like that. 

 But, I figure revenge is kind of like a curse, so it all fits. It’s almost like it was meant to be. Which, oddly enough, is exactly what I thought when I first saw it—that it was meant to be mine; that I was meant to have it; that, together, we would be invincible. Ridiculous, right? But working with it makes me feel powerful. 

Anyway, the plan itself is simple enough: 

Step one: make friends with Mandy Cavanaugh. 
Step two: lure her to the dark side. With cookies? Mmm. Maybe
Step three: betray her. Or, even better, trick her into betraying herself. Preferably, in the most public, humiliating way possible. 
Step four: tell Seth what I did—and why

 I stop writing, at that point, and take a moment to reassess. I’m not altogether certain about that last step. Yes, I want to hurt Seth—that’s the whole point. But do I want him to hate me? Maybe not. 

Maybe I should change step three into, Get Mandy into trouble—and then be the hero who saves her

 So, okay, new plan. I cross off step four, re-write step three, then revisit steps one and two. The he first one’ll be easy. That’s a real no-brainer. What freshman wouldn’t be flattered if a senior took an interest in her? The only trick will be to keep Mandy from wondering what I’m after until it’s too late. But that’s where this whole “being a mentor” thing might actually work in my favor. I’m supposed to be getting to know the underclassmen, making friends with them, helping them out, easing their way. I’ll probably earn a shitload of little gold stars for this. Or whatever dumbass award they hand out to their star pupils here. 

 Kate Greco could become a problem. She’s the girl who was with Mandy in the cafeteria. Apparently the two of them are cousins; and, by all accounts they’re inseparable. Plus, Kate’s father’s a cop. So, she’s probably super suspicious by nature. But I guess I already knew that. Look at how quickly she figured out that Olivia Kline was a problem. Mandy still doesn’t get it. But, then again, Kate’s part of Seth’s family as well. So, probably, getting either girl into trouble would work. And if I can screw with both of them? Bonus!