The sexy tale of Goldie and the three werebears.
When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know
it belongs to three hot and hunky werebears. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover Goldie ate
their food and slept in their beds. Not wanting to go to jail, she suggests the men punish her for
her naughty misdeeds—with an arousing round of spanking.
Goldie loves getting spanked and decides that after having her bottom warmed, she needs a
little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether she’s going to sleep with one
of the men—or all of them.
The Sexy Tale of Goldie
The Three Werebears
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2014
“So, let’s have it,” he said. “What’s your name and what are you doing here?”
“Goldie,” she said, then after a moment, added, “Lockwood.”
She only thought about giving him a fake name after the words were out of her mouth. It was too late now. Then again, with the way he was
undressing her with his eyes, she was lucky she could remember her real name. She’d never met a man who could arouse her just by
looking at her.
“That answers my first question, Goldie Lockwood. Now, tell us what you’re doing here.”
She hesitated, wondering if she should try to come up with some elaborate story to gain their sympathy, but then decided it would probably
be better to just be honest. Something about the authoritative way these men were regarding her told her they would see right through
whatever lies she made up anyway.
“I was out hiking and got lost,” she explained. “I didn’t bring any food or water with me and I was starting to get scared because it was
getting dark. That was when I saw your cabin.”
“So you just decided to break in?”
She felt her face turn red. “No, of course not. I knocked. Twice, in fact.”
“And when no one answered, that’s when you broke in,” Tristen said.
Her color deepened. “Okay, okay. I did break in. But only because I thought you might have a phone.”
“A phone?” Brody’s brows drew together. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You broke in because you were looking for a phone?”
She nodded sheepishly.
The man with the incredible golden eyes fixed her with a stern look. “So when you couldn’t find one, you decided to vandalize the place
“Vandalize the place?” Goldie blinked. “What are you talking about? I didn’t vandalize the place.”
He arched a brow. “What about the woodcarving?”
“Oh. That. I picked it up to look at it and when I went to put it back on the mantel, it slipped.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and
tried her best to look chastised, which wasn’t very difficult. She did feel bad about breaking the woodcarving. She reached up to tuck her
hair behind her ear again. “Look, I’m really sorry about breaking in. It was wrong.”
“It’s also a crime,” Brody said.
Goldie’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t be serious. She wasn’t a criminal. Her gaze went from Brody to the man with the gold eyes. “You’re not
really going to call the cops are you?”
His lips quirked. “Honey, we are the cops.”
She eyed him skeptically, wondering if he was making that part up. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a badge.
Oh crap. He wasn’t making it up. They were cops. Of all the cabins in the forest, she had to pick the one that belonged to three cops.
“You're not going to arrest me, are you?”
“What do you think?”
She thought she was in big trouble. Even if by some miracle she didn’t go to jail for breaking into their cabin, she’d still very likely lose her
job if she got arrested. She gave him a pleading look, even more determined to talk her way out of this mess now. “Couldn’t you just give
me a ticket or something?”
“We don’t give out tickets for that kind of stuff.”
She formed her lips into a blatant pout. She hadn’t met a man who could resist her pout. “Even if I pay for the broken window and promise
never to do anything like this again?”
“Even then. It isn’t as simple as paying for the window you broke. What you did was a crime and you have to be punished for it.”
She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the way he said the words sent a delicious little shiver down her back. While he might be talking
about carting her off to jail, the words took her mind in a completely different and much naughtier direction, one that involved him putting
her over his knee and reddening her bottom.
Between her legs, her pussy was already purring at the thought of one of the men doing just that. But did she dare say it aloud? She didn’t
know if it was a crime, but she didn’t want to add attempted seduction of a police officer to her list of charges. On the other hand, it might be
the only thing that kept her from getting arrested.
Of course, she’d have to figure out a way to get them to agree to it. She chewed on her lower lip. “Couldn’t you just punish me yourself?”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words, but she could see the spark of interest there. He was intrigued. “What would you suggest?”
She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Well…you could always…spank me.”
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Ms Tyler has wonderful imagery in all her stories that have kept me coming back for more again and again. This is an author that is on my
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