GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The Amāre Tales by Pumpkin Spice
Release Date: January 7, 2016
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,
Catch a Bear by the toe,
if he hollers,
don’t let him go…
Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear
About GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The Amāre Tales
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.
"Goldie Locks and The Three Brothers Bear" began from a headline in our local Wyoming newspaper that sparked my attention: Woman Arrives Home To Find Man Sleeping In Her Bed. Isn't that how all good fairy tales begin? In this news story, a local woman returned home from an evening away to find an unknown man literally sleeping in her bed!
Apparently the guy tied one on and wandered into her home instead of his own. Footnote: In Wyoming, people leave their keys in their cars. So an unlocked front door, isn’t that uncommon. By the time the police arrived, they found the unknown man still passed out in her bed. The guy ended up being charged with public intoxication.
Still, while it wasn’t meant to be funny, the article had me laughing from start to finish. In my mind, it had all the makings for a modern-day romantic fairy tale – with a twist. Instead of the golden one tormenting the bears, I opted for the three brothers Bear to each individually crash into Goldie's life – accidentally of course. The result? “Goldie Locks and The Three Brothers Bear” will hopefully have you laughing from start to finish. As one brother Bear upon the next stumbles into Goldie’s bed, crashes her dinner date, and tanks her girls’ night out at the tavern – each brother makes a debacle of Goldie’s life. Goldie can’t wait to rid herself of the brothers Bear – except one. Because isn’t that how fairy tales are supposed to end?
Sometimes, as writers, we search for inspiration anywhere and everywhere we can find it – in crowded coffee lines, eavesdropping on conversations, or people watching at malls. Who knew that a good story could come out of a seemingly bad news story?
So the next time I’m stuck in a writer’s slump, I’m not going to grab a coffee and hope that the person in front of me in line has some juicy gossip I can grab. And I’m also not going to head to the mall, rubber necking for someone to do something worthy of a plot. Nope. I’m going to go as far as my front door. That’s where my newspaper carrier tosses my paper each and every morning. And if he’s every late, I’ll log online. The headlines alone are worth reading. Here was one today: “Managing Imaginary Cash Pays Off For Student”, which, of course, is how the emperor should have paid for his new clothes.
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.
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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.”