Author: Mullin Garr (pseud.)

About: Another strong early effort by author Garr. First printed by Olympia in '68, it's the story of the author behind hardboiled Sam Sunday, and how our hero handles his wife--and his women--the way Sam would.

As a special bonus, we learn in this book that "Mullingar" is a little town in County Westmeath, Ireland.

Excerpt:

Her laugh was warm and intimate. “I won't, dearest—and hurry!”

She met him at the door with a drink in each hand. Her housecoat was belted loosely around her slim waist, and there was a lot of swelling creamy flesh peeping out of its deep front. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her eyes gleamed, and the climate for research appeared excellent.

When they finished the drinks he took her hands.

“Let's go to bed, baby,” he said gruffly—just the way his character Sam Sunday would have said it.

“All right,” she murmured demurely, and led the way into the bedroom. He doubted that he could have written that bit better himself, especially the part where she turned and helped him with his clothes.

Alice was a smooth chick, he reflected, starting at her neatly rounded ass as she got onto the bed. And in more ways than one. (Now he was beginning to think like Sam Sunday). He was remembering the satin feel of her, and the awkwardness he'd felt the first time he'd shared her bed—and the wise gentle way she'd handled the situation.

She lay naked on the white sheet that time—as she was lying now—and watched him while he undressed. She'd sensed his discomfort, and had never made the same mistake since. This evening, for example. She'd shrugged out of the housecoat, had borne his admiring regard for a moment with obvious enjoyment—and then she'd gone to work on his belt. Smooth.

Now her slim arms welcomed him as he joined her on the bed.

 

She sat up abruptly and pulled his hand from between her thighs. She stared down at him in outraged disbelief.

“You want me to what?”

“Ah—well, sweetheart, it's like this: I've reached an impasse in my book...”

“What's that got to do with this—this bucco-whatever-it-is?”

“Everything, Alice baby. Sam Sunday is about to have a—a bucco-lingual experience, you see, and— it's an integral part of the story...”