“Some of the best things start with a friend request…” They certainly did for Seth, who finds himself entranced by Elle and her open, honest sensuality. Their online meeting led to chats where they both discovered their shared passions. What happened when they met face-to-face was inevitable—and erotically explosive! But Elle had a secret. And it would turn Seth’s world upside down… Also includes new, never-before-published short story Forty Seven Seconds, where you’ll learn how quickly a guy can find “The One”...
S.L. Carpenter is a born and raised California man. He does both writing and cover art for novels as outlets for his overactive libido and twisted mind. His inspiration is his wife, who keeps him well trained. Writing is his true joy. It gives him freedom and expression for both his sensual and humorous sides.
There are 2 short stories in here. The main one: Friend Request and second: Forty-Seven seconds Both were not to my tastes. At all.
First, Friend Request was in third person POV and kept skipping from Elle to Seth and back from one paragraph the next. The “texts” to each other were just plain text, nothing distinguishing them from regular story narrative and that kinda confused me and was a bit irritating. I also didn’t like the direction the story went and the reaction that Seth gave was pretty anti-climactic. And there was no real ending, it just ended abruptly without answers. It was obvious that was on purpose but it didn’t feel right for the story.
Second, Forty-Seven Seconds was about a creepy mommy’s boy who was sloppy with Doritos crumbs in his beard, apparently a virgin, thought a bit too highly of himself, and had an orgasm when he thought of his mother. The dude came after 47 seconds... where the title of the book came from. I mean I don’t mind taboo shit but that didn’t really belong in this story whatsoever. The ending was kinda funny but... yeah no.
This book wasn’t my thing and I didn’t really care for the writing either. Sorry.
I was sorely disappointed in this short story. I suppose it could be called a novella, but good grief, even something that short should have a marked beginning, middle, and end. It should have a story arc, and not start off with the two protagonists tearing their clothes off without so much as a hello for the reader who didn't expect it and actually thought she was borrowing a romance. I know the RWA says that you can't call anything a romance without a happy ending, but I'm sick to death of authors using that for an excuse to write crap and pass it off as romance. Romance is emotions, it can be drama, lots of angst, because we're human. This was erotica, and not even good erotica. And that isn't what I borrowed the book for.
Made me thirsty while wanting to try online dating. I wish there had been more dialogue because the small doses of banter was delicious. I really enjoyed the brief escape the story provided and may definitely wander through another tale or two by Mr. S. L. Carpenter.