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Toss in a
chair that breaks at the wrong time, a werewolf having a bad hair
day and a woman who wants a puppy for Christmas. Yes, it’s vintage
Carpenter/Kelly getting their giggles on. And doing it while making
readers hot under the collar.
    Gotta love it!
     
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    Showing Off
    S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly
     
    Excerpt from
    The Bottomless Cup
     
    Del’s nipples sat up, stretched, rubbed
their eyes and stared. Her crotch went on yellow alert, cleared the
decks and prepared for action. Her hormones woke up from their long
nap, took one look at him, and tumbled over their own feet to get a
piece of him.
    What passed for Del’s inner
slut growled. Okay, so it was more like an inner bad-tempered
poodle, but hell. Attitude, baby,
attitude.
    Something that looked like a leash was
dangling from his pocket, and he wore a strange leather choker. It
looked like the letters “S-P-I-K-E” were glued to it.
    Del cleared her throat of
the large mass of arid desert that had suddenly decided to take up
residence just above her tonsils. “Lost your dog?” Can I help you find him? Maybe he’s in your
pants?
    “No.”
    Ah. The strong silent
type. Who gives a shit? I’ll do all the
screaming for both of us. “How’d you like
your coffee?”
    “Black. Spasibo .”
    How about a nice side
order of me to go with it? “ Spasibo? ” She reached for a
cup.
    “Forgive me please. It means ‘thank-you’ in
my language. My name is Mikha.”
    “Oh. Not from around here, are you?”
    An odd curl to his lips
might have passed for a smile or a snarl. Del didn’t care. Just as
long as the next time he did it those lips were against her pussy.
She shivered. Christ, girl, get a grip.
You’re panting like a goddamned bitch in heat.
    He eased himself onto the stool in front of
the counter, his gaze never leaving her as she prepared a cup of
the vicious brew that passed for coffee. The cup, fortunately,
didn’t self-combust as she filled it.
    She tingled. From head to foot, she tingled.
It was a nice tingle, too. One that said “Hot sex alert.
Pleasurable things ahead. Pay attention to areas likely to flood.”
Those areas were starting to get rather near their banks already.
She squeezed her thighs together unobtrusively.
    The expression on his face changed slightly,
and he leaned towards her and breathed in her scent. “What is your
name?”
    The words were spoken
quietly, and yet they certainly added a couple of inches to the
moisture level in her underwear. Del hesitated. She didn’t like to
get too friendly with strangers, and never wore her nametag. But
then again, not many of ‘em looked like this one. And he had asked…and
it was Christmas. Fuck it. “Del. My name is Del.”
     
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    About the Authors
     
    S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly began their
writing collaboration almost ten years ago. It was unexpected,
since they live about as far away from each other as it's possible
to get in the USA without getting your feet wet. But it worked.
    Since then, they've explored a wide and
colorful variety of subjects, and written stories that entertain,
amuse, and sometimes astound their readers. One thing will always
be a part of their writing—that touch of humor. Sometimes
unexpected, sometimes blatant, both S.L. and Sahara believe that
laughter is essential, especially when it comes to sex. Because sex
is, without a doubt, one of the funniest activities humans engage
in on a regular basis. If one excludes salmon-tossing, of course.
If you'd like to find out a bit more about these two strangely
charming and attractive people (one of whom is writing this
paragraph) then you can check the websites below and satisfy your
curiosity about their books.
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