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"Four/Five Stars! Goldilocks is Kimberly Zant’s take on the classic fairy tale Goldilocks and the Three Bears (I know, big duh! *grins*). Frankly, I will never be able to see the name Goldilocks under the same light again. Goldilocks is a purely erotic and fun ride that brings the reader instant gratification. Although it can not be considered a truly romantic short story but rather an erotic fantasy, it is a truly amusing read giving an adult twist to the classic fairy tale. If you are looking for something a bit different with no strings attached, you may want to give this title a try." Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Four Angels! Goldie Locks and the Three Bears will never be the same again. This rendition is pretty hot. It was sexy, short and surprising. Definitely a Goldilocks story that will turn you on, well if you are into three bears, I mean brothers." Fallen Angel Reviews
"Kimberly Zant's take on the familiar tale of Goldilocks is hilarious, fast-paced and very erotic. Even though I knew how the tale is supposed to unfold, I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. A most delightful erotic fairy-tale, Goldilocks shouldn't be missed." In the Library Reviews
"Kimberly Zant's GOLDILOCKS is a quick romp of wild and torrid sex between Goldi and the three golden boys Erryl, Farryl and Daryl. While there is no romance or connection developed between the characters, there is plenty of group action. This short story should come with warning labels, because the sex is graphic. If you are seeking to satisfy your baser side, you might want to consider GOLDILOCKS for your next read." Edith Morrison, Romance Reviews Today
"Four and 1/2! This is not your romantic, happily ever after fairytale, but it sure is packed with some erotic, no strings attached sex. This carnal short story is sure to set the pages on fire when these four figure out exactly what to do in baby Bayer’s bed. If you looking for a hot, steamy quickie and I mean quickie in EVERY way, then this story is just right for you." Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies
"Four Hearts! This is obviously a new spin on the fairy tale Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Only this story has a much more interesting ending. The three men each acted as the bears, all exclaiming that someone had drank their beer and been in their beds. I thought the story was incredibly funny, and had a very hot twist on Goldilocks and the Three Bears. The story is pure erotica, but even though I much prefer erotic romance to erotica, I enjoyed it a lot." The Romance Studio
GOLDILOCKS
By
Kimberly Zant
© copyright February 2004, Kimberly Zant
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright February 2004
New Concepts Publishing
5202 Humphreys Road
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
The car, hissing like a furious rattler, coughed, spluttered and died. Goldie gaped in disbelief at the hood, where a cloud of steam was rising like a demon genie escaping it’s lamp. The stench of boiling engine assailed her nostrils.
Coughing, Goldie bailed out of the car and moved away from it.
For some moments, all she could do was stare at the car blankly. Slowly, her anger began to boil like the overheated water in the radiator.
The car had been working fine until she’d stopped to gas up and ask for directions. Reaching into the car, she popped the hood latch and moved around to the front, lifting the hood. A cloud of steam rose as she lifted it, misting her with the stinking mixture of rusty radiator and coolant. She screwed her face up and fitted the brace into the slot before she moved away again, waving her hand in front of her face.
When the steam had dissipated somewhat, she approached the car again, leaning her head inside to study the engine—fat lot of good that did her! If it had been missing, she would’ve definitely noticed. Otherwise, it just looked like a twisted pile of metal, hoses and wires.
Stepping back again, she shoved her hair out of her face and looked around.
It looked like a scene from DELIVERANCE.
There wasn’t a car—or house—in sight.
Why in the world, she wondered, had she decided to take the ‘short cut’ the man had explained to her? Was there a man alive who actually knew what a damned short cut was?
The house she had been driving out to look at was supposed to be on a paved road, a minor highway, to be sure, but paved. According to the helpful gas station attendant, she should’ve found the paved road by now.
She glanced at her watch. She was going to miss the showing.
Frustrated, she moved to the front of the car again and looked the engine over. Somewhere near the bottom, she saw a dripping hose.
"Lovely!"
After standing on the side of the road for several minutes, looking in first one direction and then the other, she decided to try the car again. Her heart leap when it started. Jumping out of the car, she ran around to slam the hood shut, but even as she closed it, the engine died again. Her shoulders slumped.
She drummed her fingers on the hood, thinking. She hadn’t seen a car, or passed a house since she’d turned onto this godforsaken road. It was getting late. She was tempted to just sit in the car and hope for the best, but what if nobody passed? She didn’t want to spend the night in the car.
On the other hand, what if she started walking and still didn’t see a soul? It would be worse to be caught outside when it got dark.
Finally, she decided she couldn’t afford to waste time debating. She had to find help.
There was no point in going back in the other direction. She knew it must be twenty miles to the gas station, maybe even further. It had seemed to her that she’d been driving for an hour or more. Resolutely, she grabbed her purse from the car, set the flashers and locked the doors. It had begun to seem very unlikely that the car could possibly be a hazard to travelers, but she didn’t want anybody plowing into her and then filing a lawsuit.
She walked quickly at first, nervous, full of hope, but as she walked on and on without seeing any sign of a house, she began to get slower and slower. Finally, she stopped, looking back in the direction of her car. To her dismay, she couldn’t even see it.
She bit her lip, wondering if she should go back, but as she looked around at the darkening woods, she saw a little twinkle of light in the distance. Hope lurched in her breast. A house! Maybe even a phone!
She began walking again, hurrying, glancing at the darkening woods a little nervously, jumping every time she heard a twig break, or the sigh of the wind through the trees. Finally, she became so unnerved, she began to run, faster and faster until she was so out of breath she had to stop. When she'd caught her breath, she saw that the light was much brighter now.
She must be close!
Holding the stitch in her side, she began walking again. Finally, she came to a split rail fence. Almost there! She thought and put a little more effort into her step, peering at the fence in the darkness until she came at last to a gate. There was a sign hanging from the gate. She moved toward it, peering at it through the gloom.
Bayer Farm.
Feeling around, she found the latch and pushed the gate open cautiously, listening for dogs … not that the split rail fence would’ve kept one in, but she knew some people kept dogs near their homes in the woods, to warn them of intruders. When she heard nothing, she began to make her way toward the house she could just glimpse through the trees. "Hello!" she called loudly while she was still a good distance from the house. She stopped, listening to see if anyone would come to the door.
When nothing happened, she continued until she reached the porch. "Hello! Is anyone there?"
No answer.
"Hello! My car broke down and I’m lost! I need to use the phone!"
Unnerved when there was still no answer, she climbed the stairs and moved to the door, knocking on it loudly, in case the residents were old and hard of hearing.
Waiting impatiently, she glanced around at the dark woods beyond the porch, wondering what to do if she couldn’t get anyone to answer the door.
No way was she going to walk all the way back to her car!
She beat on the door again a little more desperately.
While she waited to see if she would get a response, she paced the porch, her arms wrapped around herself. She felt dehydrated, and as if she was going to pop at the same time. She needed a bathroom—a real one. The very moment she acknowledged the need to urinate, her urethra clenched. She was going to be doing the pee pee dance on the front porch pretty damned quick. The more she tried to divert her mind from the need, the worse it got. Finally, she paced to the door again and beat on it so hard it hurt her knuckles. "Hello! Is anybody in there?"
She put her head to the door, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn’t hear any footsteps. Finally, her need outweighed caution and good manners, and she tried the door. She was stunned when it actually opened … and more than a little unnerved.
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