Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
When a midnight call takes me to a mysterious house in a deep, dark wood, I find a forbidden secret behind a closed door that could be the key to unlocking my darkest desires. But the imposing, intense, handsome triplets there have bigger plans for me and an even bigger secret.
When I uncover their room of pleasure and punishment, I want to give myself over to experiences I’ve only ever imagined.
Robert Bjorn is calm, brooding, and enigmatic. With whiskey eyes and lips that never smile, his fantasies perfectly match mine, but he wants more than I’m willing to give.
Evan Bjorn is unrestrained and funny, the lightness to his brothers’ stoic reserve. He takes nothing seriously except his desire to make me theirs.
Hunter Bjorn is the eldest and fiercest. He eyes me with feral hunger and speaks in riddles that drive me insane. But his protectiveness makes me feel safe in a world suddenly filled with peril.
But when I discover they’ve been hiding their true natures, I’m faced with a choice.
Return to my life, which is now more dangerous than I could ever have imagined or make a deal with three huge bear-men who believe I’m their fated mate.
Will anything ever be just right again?
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PLAYLIST
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‘Fable’ by Paper Aeroplanes
‘Talking In Your Sleep’ by The Civil Wars
‘Helios’ by Emily and the Woods
‘Home’ by Gabrielle Aplin
‘If I Be Wrong’ by Wolf Larsen
‘Whitehorse’ by Dark Angel
‘Just Because I’m a Woman’ by Dolly Parton
‘Wild as you Are’ by Cody Johnson
‘A Forest’ by The Cure
‘Letter by the Water’ by The Japanese House
PROLOGUE
GOLDILOCKS
O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Romeo and Juliet
The past
“Why did you call me Goldilocks?”
My mom grimaces at the question I’ve asked a hundred times. She’s sick of telling me the story, but I’ll never tire of imagining myself as a little girl in my very own fairytale.
“Not now, Goldie.” She’d rather be doing anything else than sitting with me, but this is one of the few ways I can get her to dedicate any time or attention to me. For whatever reason, once she begins to tell me about her dreams before I was born, she gets lost in the magic of the story and forgets about the things she’d rather be doing.
“Please, Mom.” I make sure my voice isn’t high-pitched and annoying. It’s a straightforward request, one she’s less likely to refuse.
Mom glances at the pile of dishes waiting to be washed, then back at me. “Okay. One more time.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though I hope it won’t be.
“When you were growing in my belly,” Mom says, resting her hand over her almost flat stomach, “I started having dreams.”
“What about?” I play along.
“About a tiny golden-haired little girl.”
“Wearing a green dress,” I say brightly, excitement making my voice sparkle.
“And three furry brown baby bears.”
“Like the story,” I say.
“Exactly like the story.”
“Did the bears hurt the little girl?” I ask.
“No,” Mom says softly. “They didn’t hurt you.”
I like it when she gets so lost in the dream that she forgets the little girl wasn’t really me. She didn’t know I was a girl before I was born. I was just a mystery bump.
“What did they do?”
“They played with you.” She closes her eyes, trying to recall the images. A smile plays at the edges of her lips.
“They played?”
“Yes. They tickled you with their noses in your palms. They chased you until you were laughing so much, you fell onto the grass. Then they surrounded you like a big brown fur rug, nuzzling you from all sides.”
“Did I smile?”
“Yes. You looked very happy. The bears made you happy.”
I often wished the bears would come for me, so the loneliness I’ve felt most days could be replaced by the warmth of that happiness, so I could bury my face in their soft fur and laugh like the girl in the dream.
“And that’s why you called me Goldilocks?”
“It’s like the universe was trying to tell me something,” Mom muses; then, as though a shutter has dropped, her smile retreats like the tide, she smooths her skirt and rises from the couch.
“What were the bears’ names?” I call after her, already missing the warmth of the story.
“I told you I don’t remember.” A part of me doesn’t believe her. “And that’s the last time I’m telling that story.”
She always said the same thing, knowing the threat would panic me, but that time she stuck to it. I never heard the story again.
At night, when my bed felt cold, I imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by the warmth of three kind bears. I slipped back into my mom’s dream, picturing myself asleep with them surrounding me, keeping me safe, and filling the empty, barren corners of my soul with delight. I kept the image alive until I reached puberty, and cute boys made me forget all about bears until my real story started.
Once upon a time…
1
GOLDIE
The handcuffs are too tight on my wrists, pressing into the flesh and bone. He has fastened them exactly the way I like them. Each cuff is connected to the bedpost, spreading my arms wide. I flex my fingers in the cool air as I strain for a sound, anything that’ll let me know where he is in the room.
It’s so quiet, and without the use of my eyes which are covered with a satin scarf, I feel a shiver of powerlessness that makes my pussy squeeze. My legs are also attached to the bed frame, but not with cuffs, which is a shame. The pressing of metal is what I enjoy the most. It always adds an edge.
Out of the silence comes the subtle “whoosh” of fabric, the movement of an arm maybe, and then cool metal is dragged against the side of my breast, and I know… he’s going to clamp my nipple…
The ringing phone yanks me out of my fantasy, making my heart race. I reach for it with my one free hand, already confident it’s a work call. It’s after midnight, and no one who knows me well would disturb me at this late hour.