Goldie and the Three Behrs

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 25,703
15 Ratings (3.9)

[Siren Allure: Erotic Regency Romance, Multiple Partners]

Some men are too hard. Some men are too soft. But only one man is just right…

Choosing the perfect bed is easy, but sometimes finding the right person to share it with is an adventure!

The Marquess of Blackwood lays eyes on Goldie Locksley, and immediately falls for her. Unfortunately, his youngest brother, Joseph, decides to make her his bride. But when their father tells him no, all hell breaks loose and all three brothers will do their utmost to see that they are a part of her future. But her happily ever after lies in the arms of one man. Will he be able to prove himself in time, or is Goldie destined to a life of misery or mediocrity?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Goldie and the Three Behrs
15 Ratings (3.9)

Goldie and the Three Behrs

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 25,703
15 Ratings (3.9)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Professional Reviews

4 TEACUPS: "This story has it all love; hot sex, danger, murder and deceit. It will keep you wanting to read ahead to see what happens. When you think you have it figured out something else happens and you think, Oh Wow." -- Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

4 STARS: "Lust and treachery were two powerful forces behind this engaging story. The historical flavor was deliciously naughty and the characters were complex. There were twists and turns that kept me guessing. It was unpredictable and a pleasure to read. The tone and pace of the story is fast and entertaining. All three men in this story are unique and flawed. But there is no sexual contact between the men. The focus is always on Goldie. The cover had me expecting ménage elements. But Goldie isn’t sexually intimate with all three and never at the same time. I liked that. The sex is hot and detailed in description. The ending is so unexpected but was simply 'just right'." -- Seriously Reviewed

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William Behr stood before her, beautiful William Behr. Just the sight of him set butterflies loose and had her mouth watering for that kiss. That kiss she had dreamt of since seeing him for the first time.

“I am William, Joseph’s brother.”

 She dipped her knee and lowered her head as fresh tears stung her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, offering her a crisp linen handkerchief.

“Sir, you needn’t concern yourself with the affairs of a silly maiden’s heart.” She took the hanky and dabbed her eyes, feeling suddenly foolish.

“So, your mind is not set upon marrying my brother?” Was that a lightening of his tone? Looking at him now, with the small bits of light piercing the canopy of leaves, the man took her breath. He was aglow in fading golden rays. Why couldn’t someone like him ask after her?

“My mind? No.” She shook her head. “My father’s most definitely.”

William exhaled, the whisper of his breath tickling her skin and bringing her eyes to his. “Then don’t marry him.” His gaze caressed her face. “Don’t have anything to do with him.”

Surprise had her lower jaw agape. “Why?”

William raked his fingers through his hair, hair that shone blue in the sunlight. “You’ll have to trust his brother.”

Her curiosity piqued, she narrowed her gaze. “How can I trust a brother who won’t tell me all?” Annoyed, she handed him back the handkerchief.

For a long moment, they stared at each other, a need in her arising that she couldn’t explain. A jolt of excitement stemmed from her abdomen and shot through her entire being.

“You’re going to have to.” He pulled his hand from his glove and, reaching out, touched her cheek.

She didn’t respond, far too aroused by the warmth that radiated from his fingertips. She was enthralled, enchanted. Reflected in his gray eyes, she saw a smoldering heat.

“What are you doing?”

He cupped the side of her face. “I don’t know.” He stepped close.

Her heart beat so hard, her legs grew so weak, she felt as though she could tumble into him. Yet she needed to move back. Why was it her body refused to be moved?

“Don’t you feel it? It’s remarkable, really.” As if pulled by some unknown force, he leaned in. “So powerful.” She tilted her chin, waiting for his lips to touch hers, needing them more than wanting.

“Yes, but isn’t it wrong?”

“It’s not. It can’t be.” With that said, he set his mouth atop hers, his lips every bit as amazing as she imagined…but more. They were just the right combination of hard and soft, the pressure perfectly suited to her desire—forceful enough to show her the passion that simmered within him, yet gentle enough to bring her closer.





Goldie reached over and touched him. The night shrouded him in a dark cloak. His body was warm, and her skin chilled. The spring air that drifted in from the open window rested upon her like dew on morning grass.

“Joseph, I’m cold,” she whispered, moving closer, the feel of her husband against her a pleasure she hadn’t expected. In fact, everything about Joseph was a surprise.

He rolled over and faced her, his breath hot against her skin. “You want me to warm you up?” he asked, the seductive tone of his voice igniting desire into the lowest point of her body.

“Please?” She smiled, and he rolled atop her.

“With pleasure.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss so powerful her pussy burst with moisture. Rising on his elbows, he brushed his lips across her forehead. “But first, I want to share something with you.”

“What is it?” she asked, her body protesting his departure.

He lit a candle and, going to his valise, returned with a black silk scarf and a velvet rope. Turning to face her, his expression took her breath away. The need in him was so strong that her body reacted without a single touch.

He returned to the bed. His hard cock rested against his belly. The large head shone purple, and she flushed, readying herself for what was to come.

“What are those for?”

“A special treat,” he said, straddling her waist with his long, sinewy legs. “It will intensify our lovemaking.”

She bit her lower lip and, despite the twinge of anxiety that warmed her veins, curiosity once again got the better of her. “I don’t see how. But you’re the master, and I, simply a novice.”

He snorted. “You’re wonderful.” Taking her by the wrists, he secured her to the headboard.

“Is this necessary?” She didn’t like feeling trapped.

“It’s all part of the game,” he whispered in her ear, his steamy breath sending currents of desire rushing to her sex. Gone was the apprehension, in its stead the need to be fulfilled. He gently tied the scarf around her head, covering her eyes. With the world around her dark, she waited for what was next. Would he kiss her? Plunge his cock deep within her cunt? Fondle her breasts?

She waited. “Joseph?”

“Aye, love, I’m here.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, the cool air from the window sending a chill across her naked body.

“Admiring my wife,” he said, his voice little more than a whisper.

She yearned to feel his touch, to touch him in return.

“Joseph,” she mumbled. “I feel out of sorts.”

“Shh,” he whispered. “Just feel.”

As if he sensed her need, she felt the mattress shift, felt the warmth of his body. His mouth hovered above hers. She knew by the hot breath that fanned across her face. She parted her lips to taste him, to welcome him. Finally, he kissed her, and the intensity of the kiss had her squirming beneath him. Her fingers itched to entwine in his silky curls.

He moaned when she slid her legs apart to receive him. He pulled his lips free from hers. “Don’t stop, Joseph.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” he said, cupping her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened. Again she squirmed, and yet he continued his pursuit of pleasure. This time he took a nipple into his mouth, tantalizing the aroused peak, flicking it with his tongue. The ecstasy was so intense, she twisted in her bonds, and he chuckled.

“Am I driving you mad?” he asked, his delight audible in his wicked tone.

“Yes. Do hurry.”

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