Hired Help - Working Stiffs Book One (5 page)

“Weren’t you just…I mean aren’t you supposed
to be…” She paused with a confused frown. “Who the hell's in the
suite fucking your appointment?”

“Probably that big wall of a man that was
standing outside her room. Her bodyguard I think he said he
was.”

“Obviously he doesn’t just guard her body.
From the sound of things, I may have to see if he wants a job
here.”

Josh chuckled and settled himself in the
chair. “He won't. He was so hot for her you could damn near see his
ears light up. I doubt there's anything you could offer him that
would drag him away from her.”

“Really?” She sighed. Sitting down in a
matching chair across from Josh, she reached out a hand toward the
magazine. “Gimme that. Maybe there's something in there about men's
fantasies.”

He raised an eyebrow but obediently passed
her the colorful pages. “I doubt it. Let's face it, we're simple
creatures at heart. Our fantasy? Give us the woman of our dreams,
naked, and we're content.” He paused. “A beer, a blowjob and a
winning baseball team helps, too.”

Another muffled scream came from the suite,
loud enough that they both heard it.

The woman smiled. “Substitute a sale at
Nordstrom’s for the baseball and white wine for the beer. Other
than that, we’re more alike than I’d guessed.” She grinned. “Well
my walkthrough is done. You want to get a drink at the bar?”

Josh smiled back. “I thought you’d never
ask, Paula. Maybe after, we can…”

She looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh
no you don’t, Josh. Remember I’m your boss. I won’t fall into your
bed again. The last time I made that mistake, the other guys said I
showed favoritism to an employee.”

Another scream of passion echoed down the
hall from Rose Jackson’s room.

Josh pointed in the direction of the moans
and glanced at Paula again. “It seemed to work out for them…”

THE END

So Rose discovered passion with her hired
help who took guarding his boss’s body to new levels of enthusiasm.
Good times were had by all. Mostly. But then again, that’s life,
isn’t it? Full of ups and downs, comings and goings… And if you’d
like to catch up on some of those goings, not to mention the
comings…check out the excerpt below. It’s from another short
novella published by S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly. There are two
quick tales here, one about a couple who have to overcome a few
quirky problems before they can actually get it on, and the other
about a desolate and lonely coffee shop on Christmas Eve. 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.”

Buy this book at
Smashwords
.

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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.

Both writers suggest you
subscribe to their newsletters. They are available without charge,
and free is always good. Plus neither will pepper your inbox with
incessant political opinions, recipes or pictures of their cats.
(Sahara is presently feline-free anyway, and Scott guards his
award-winning burger secrets with all the intense security of a
Pentagon-level government agency.) Links to said newsletters are
also below. And it’s worth noting that if you enjoyed the little
fun story you just read, you’ll absolutely want to subscribe to
these newsletters, since more
Working
Stiffs
stories will be on the way soon.
You’d hate to miss out on any of ‘em, right?

Website:
S.L.
Carpenter

Where to find out more about S.L. Carpenter,
his books, his art and his off-the-wall observations on life,
baseball and rubber chickens. The fundamental components of
happiness—as we all know so well. He has quite a few single titles
available and encourages you to check them out if you haven’t
already.

You may subscribe to Scott’s
newsletter
here
and his blog
here
. He loves contests, so
don’t forget to see if there’s one going on at the
moment...

Website:
Sahara
Kelly

This is where Sahara Kelly shares none of
the intimate details of her life, but will present you with a list
of books she'd like you to buy so that she can go do research on a
beach in Aruba and be pampered with massages and drinks with
umbrellas in them. She'll send you a postcard. Thank you.

You can get on Sahara’s
newsletter list
here
and don’t forget to pop over and see what she’s
blogging about
here
. It usually has
nothing to do with her books. Refreshing, huh?

Scott and Sahara would like to mention that
they’ve recently initiated a new collaboration, blending another of
their shared passions - art. If you’re interested in seeing what
they get up to when they’re not writing something twistedly hot and
sexy, they’d like to invite you to come visit their little Art for
Authors business at the link below. They’re certainly never
bored…

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