Eeny,
meeny, miny, mo,
Catch
a Bear by the toe,
if
he hollers,
don’t
let him go…
Goldie
Locks & The Three Brothers Bear
Heat Level: 3
In
the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of
life. When
Goldie Locks unexpectedly meets the three brothers Bear, she soon discovers
that oldest brother, Dylan, is charming, but too passive. Youngest brother,
Camden is attractive, but much too aggressive. But the middle brother, Hayden,
with his brooding eyes, delicious body and keen sense of timing, well he’s just
right.
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About
Pumpkin Spice:
Pumpkin Spice is the published author
of adult romantic fiction. Her Amāre Tale line debuted October 2015 with
"Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" through Evernight Publishing.
"Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" was selected as both an Editor’s
Pick and Readers’ Choice Finalist for 2015.
In
December 2015, "My Midnight Cowboy" was included in Red Moon
Romance's much anticipated "The Naughty List" anthology.
This
February, just in time for Valentine’s Day, her
upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” focuses on two college professors who
realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to each other will
release February 12 through Evernight Publishing.
So
turn up the heat and let it crank! There's no better time than now to add a
little spice to your life.
Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is
fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a
whole lot longer.
Visit her website: https://pumpkinspicecom.wordpress.com
Write to her at:
pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
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Excerpt:
Goldie
sat with her legs crisscrossed just like the stack of firewood, and I sat
opposite her. She handed me my wine glass, and I tilted it toward hers.
“To
mistaken homes, mismanaged meals, and mishaps at midnight,” I said.
She
threw her head back and laughed. Her beautiful, swollen lips curved into a
smile. “To better endings.” Our glasses briefly chimed against one another.
When
she drank, wine dripped down her chin. I leaned over and gently dabbed the
streak from her face. “Should I take you to the ER?”
She
shook her head. “Trauma.”
“The
trauma unit?” My voice sounded as hysterical as I suddenly felt.
She
grinned and sucked in her bottom lip. “Swollen lips are typically caused by
trauma to the mouth.”
“I
didn't mean to, you know, punch you. I was aiming for the door.”
“Well,
if you can’t share a concussion with your loved one, what can you share?”
“I
caused a concussion?” My tone had moved from hysterical to frenzied.
Goldie
erupted into laughter. She held her side and started to sway again. Her
honey-colored wine sloshed back and forth in her goblet like liquid gold.
“Are
you all right?” I said and nervously laughed, which only made her laugh harder.
“You don’t really have a concussion, do you?”
She
held her glass toward me. I quickly placed my glass on the ledge of the
fireplace and grabbed hers. As soon as she was free of her wineglass, she
leaned over and broke out into, what could only be described as a fit of
giggles.
“Yeah,
okay, I get it.” I placed her glass on the fire place beside mine. “Ha. Ha. Ha.
Very funny. Make fun of the guy who punched you. Nice.”
At
that comment, she only laughed harder. She stopped momentarily to point her
finger at me and widen her beautiful green eyes. “You did! You punched me!”
I
shook my head. “It was an accident.”
But
more laughter ensued. She barely came up for air when she looked at me with her
purple, bruised lips, and then I began laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But
those lips. Not so sexy.”
She
leaned over and looked at her reflection in the glass fireplace screen and
howled. “Oh, my gosh! I look awful!”
“I
know! You do!”
She
leaned into me, and I leaned against her until we were laughing so hard we
collapsed back on the blanket. We could barely breathe. With our hands on our
stomachs, trying to catch our breath the fire warmed my feet and Goldie’s
laughter still seemed to echo in my ears.
“Well,
this was probably the worst date
night of my life,” I said staring at the high ceiling in her house that looked
like pixie dust had been scattered across it. It sparkled and shone like stars
in the evening sky. Everything in Goldie’s house was magical.
Goldie
elbowed me. “Ah, get over it, Bear. This was a great night. How many times do you get to hit on your brother’s
date?” She elbowed me again—only harder. “I mean, literally.”
“Ah,
thanks, Locks.” I turned my head to her. “Didn’t think I could feel any worse about my night.” But she was
grinning so wildly it was devastatingly cute. I shook my head and rolled my
eyes for good measure.
She
leaned over and kissed me quickly.
I
playfully wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. “Ew, get those big lips
off me.”
She
attempted to swat my arm, but I grabbed her wrist before she made contact. I
raised an eyebrow. “Gotta be faster than that, Goldie. Us Bears are quick when
we smell honey.” I leaned toward her and started flirtatiously sniffing her
neck. Her head turned toward my nose.
“Oh,
that tickles.” She wiggled beside me.
“This?”
I said coyly panting and snorting like a big bear. She twisted and giggled, but
couldn’t get away because I still held her wrist. I continued to huff and puff
like a hungry bear, but the smell of nectar on her neck, the warmth of her skin
against mine, and the fire crackling and snapping before us was like a hot
command for passion. All the elements were in place including my desire that
drove my mouth to nibble her delicate earlobe.
She
stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”
My
tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her
collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that
awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and
champagne.
“I
don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender
nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the
blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”
I
didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my
eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.
“If
you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”
I
think I stopped breathing. Game on.
I
slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me,
and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it
could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to
unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination
with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she
shook her head.
“No,”
she said. “Rip it.”
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