Blurb
Goldilocks
is moving into the Bear house. While Bash is away at school, he’s
entrusting his brothers to satisfy all her needs.
The
townsfolk have labeled her a whore for associating with the bad boy
Bear brothers. She fears her father’s disappointment most. Her
immoral behaviour may prove too much for the man’s failing health.
Mack’s
new girlfriend has Goldilocks questioning why Bash hasn’t mentioned
her. She wonders what other secrets the brothers are keeping.
A
dominant Patch and gentle Mack ravish her body with their wild
sexuality, but what happens when the night stills and romance blooms?
Will
Bash return home to discover Goldie’s heart belongs to another?
Note:
Book 1 is part of the Torrid Tales Anthology. Book 2 follows as a
standalone title.
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Excerpt
Patch
groans as I turn to walk past Mack and into the kitchen to put the
bowls away. For such a big man, Patch moves stealthily. I see him
coming in my peripheral and spin, putting my hands up to stop him. I
try to back away, but my high-pitched laughter has me moving too
slowly. He bends forward and scoops me over his shoulder. He hangs
onto the back of my knees while he turns one way, then the other as
he dumps the bowl’s contents into the trash and sets them in the
sink.
I’m
laughing harder now. He cracks my ass with his lumberjack-sized hand.
Both ass cheeks heat instantly and my pussy twitches. I grab onto the
waistband of his denim pants and try to lift my face off his back,
but I’m laughing too hard to hold the position for more than a few
seconds. He cracks me again. I try to cover my ass with my right
hand, but somehow, he grasps my wrist and gives me two more. My ass
is on fire!
I
fucking love this!
Patch
carries me into his bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot.
Before putting me down, he steps out of his slippers, undoes his
pants and lets them fall to the floor, kicking them to the side. He
tosses me onto my back on the bed. He’s on me, between my legs
before the second bounce.
His
mouth presses to mine with passion behind it. I could disappear into
this man if I let myself. It would be as simple as closing my eyes
and pretending he’s Bash. I miss him so much.
I
whisper, “Tonight, you can pretend I am her.”
His
expression softens. It’s as if he’s suddenly lost ten years of
stress off his face. He nods slowly, brushing his thumb along my
lips. The dominant man inside him is shadowed by his kinder side.
His
voice flows with a deep whisper. “If we keep our eyes closed, we
can pretend. This isn’t wrong, is it?”
My
fingertips trail down his forehead and cheek. “We’ll keep our
eyes closed. It won’t mean anything between you and me, other than
two bodies pleasing each other while holding the image of someone
else.”
“Agreed.
Thank you,” he whispers before his lips press tenderly to mine.
He’s
passionate and romancing her
with his kisses. The otherwise rough, workingman’s hands seem
softer than silk as they brush along my skin. He cups my breast,
kissing down my neck with slow, deliberate pecks. My fingers weave
into his short, dark hair as his lips surround my areola. As his
tongue warms and teases my nipple, the full weight of his chest
presses onto my pelvis, pinning me to the bed.
He
rocks his body. Between the nipple play and the pressure on my
clitoris, I’m moaning between deep breaths. His gentle hands wrap
around both breasts, pushing them closer together so he can alternate
between them quickly, nipping and flicking until my womanhood drips
with need.
I’m
lost in his tenderness. His sensual movements are as smooth as a
ballet dancer. My hands slide along the bed, down beside my butt
until our fingers weave together. An easy moan slips from his throat.
His
tongue laps at my folds, sucking and flicking at my clitoris until
I’m on the edge of letting myself fall into the abyss of glory when
he suddenly stops. I groan my disappointment, but his mouth is on
mine quickly, suffocating my protest. His left elbow rests beside my
head while his right hand caresses my thigh.
With
one quick movement, he’s deep inside me. Both of us gasp into each
other’s mouths. His halted breath proves his pleasure. When my hips
lift to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts, he pushes against my
cervix, causing shock waves to ripple through me. The way our bodies
mesh so perfectly, anyone watching would believe us to be deeply in
love with each other.
He’s
building me slowly toward orgasm. Nobody has ever moved this expertly
with me, including him. I’m slipping away, becoming light and yet
so heavy. I’m warm, cradled, and desired. I know it’s not me he’s
dreaming of, but how lucky I would be if I were. She is a fool to
have left a man who loves her this much. I can feel his heart
breaking for her. He does not aim his compassion at me. I’ll be
wise to keep that in mind.
In
a flash, he rolls us both, our mouths never separating. I’m above
him, straddling his pelvis, his rock-hard cock buried deep into me.
His massive hands grip firmly on either side of my waist. I sit up
and try to buck but he won’t allow me to move. His eyelids are
closed, mouth open, chest heaving.
The
weather outside pelts against the window creating a song that mirrors
the moment between us; deafeningly peaceful, serene but treacherous,
absolutely flawless with the possibility of disaster. At any moment,
either of us could forget who we’re connected to and let our hearts
break wide open.
I
glance at him but only for a second. I cannot allow myself the
pleasure of falling deeper under his spell. He watches me. His teeth
are clenched, eyes seem darker, and his face has taken back those
years he had lost earlier.
His
Adam’s Apple bobs. “I’m going to fuck you hard now because I
can’t do this with you.” I nod, knowing how close we came to
bonding with more than just our bodies.
“Should
I make you work for it?” I reply with a sassy tone.
His
nostrils flare. “If you’re up for it.”
Before
he can react, I slap his face and then fling my leg over him,
attempting to escape his wrath. He growls like a madman, grasping my
ankle just as I’m about to hop off the bed. I topple forward,
catching myself before I hit the floor. I pull at the rug and kick,
trying to yank my ankle out of his hand, but his mighty grip is
inescapable. I kick with my other leg, hitting him in the chest,
forcing him to let go. We both laugh; mine brought on with a hint of
fear while the battle enthralls him.
I
run to the door while he leaps off the bed and strides toward me.
Quickly, I whip open the door and run through, slamming it behind me.
He thuds against the wood and growls like a wild beast. He gives me
time to hide while calling out to me from behind the closed door.
“Goldilocks… I’m coming to get you!”
Which
way do I go? Shit! Shit! Shit!
I
run out the front door, closing it quietly behind me. It’s damn
cold out here and dark as hell. I can’t see my hand in front of my
face unless the lightning sparks, momentarily blinding me with the
darkened shapes of the surrounding objects. I feel like someone is
taking pictures of me and I keep looking at the flash.
I’m
careful not to make any noise, but I’m unsuccessful when I bump
into the table, knocking an empty beer can onto the wooden porch. I
shuffle my feet, waiting for the lightning to light a path to the
other side of the porch. It’s too dangerous to slip into the thick
of the forest. If a tree falls, it could kill me.
I
hear a sound behind me and spin to look just as a bolt of lightning
lights up the entire porch. Patch is standing a foot away from me. My
giddy yet terrified shriek seems to fizzle out between the fat
raindrops as if it didn’t exist. I spin to run but he has my hair
in his fist.
His
voice sounds distant, drowned by the sheets of rain. “I found you,
bitch! You’re in trouble now, whore!” He’s naked, his cock
harder and thicker than I’ve ever seen it. His huge hand grabs my
throat, pulling me toward his face. “Slap me, will you? You won’t
do that again.”
A
tinge of fear trickles into my laughter when his hand tightens. Blood
rushes to my face and it’s harder to breathe. He glares fiercer
with each bolt of lightning. It’s terrifying, sexy, and holy fuck,
I want him!
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1 comment:
This sounds like fun, Pebbles!
I love the cover. Your Goldie is clearly a naughty young woman.
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