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Goldfish Kiss
—Original Song by Emma Bloom. Amazon Best Selling Author of "PENALTY Kiss"

What happens when you kiss a hockey legend in a dark alley… and he forgets? 🏒🔥
I wrote this song for my upcoming steamy small-town hockey romance, Penalty Kiss.

🎶 Goldfish Kiss is fun, flirty, and a little dangerous—just like Cam Wilder himself.
It’s about memory lapses, penalty box passion, and the kind of kiss you never forget (even if he does).

If you love:
✨ Hockey romance
✨ Enemies-to-lovers banter
✨ Protectors, hidden heiresses & small-town drama
✨ Songs with attitude (and plenty of sass)

…then you’re in the right place.

🔥 Read their full story here → Penalty Kiss on Amazon

🔥https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLX1XB72

Hit play, turn it up, and let this kiss stick with you. 💋🐟

Let me know in the comments: have YOU ever had a kiss you’ll never forget?

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GOLDFISH KISS (Lyrics)
Dark alley, pressed against the brick
Yeah, you were quick, some kinda hockey trick
Played your highlight reel all over my lips
Got my fingerprints on your hips

Woke up the next day, you’re all smiles and sun
Like, “Hey, nice to meet you, where you from, hun?”
WHAT? Not Cute.

(Pre-Chorus)
I got the replay in 4K, HD, slow-mo
You got a blank space, a TV screen of static snow
I write your post-its, you drop your towel for a show
Don't know if I should kill you or just let you know…

(Chorus)
You got that goldfish memory, baby, it's a cute look
I'm the one chapter that fell right outta your book
You call it a concussion, I call it a crime
'Cos you keep forgetting me one hell of a time

Yeah, you keep forgetting me one hell of a time.

(Verse 2)
Six-foot-four of muscle, my designated shield
Walking 'round my kitchen, abs unconcealed
You’re like my houseplant, a beautiful disaster
Scribblin’ notes to remember my name a little faster

Try harder.

(Pre-Chorus)
I got the replay in 4K, HD, slow-mo
You got a blank space, a TV screen of static snow
I fix your coffee, you guard my door like a pro
Don't know if I should kiss you or just let this go...

(Chorus)
You got that goldfish memory, baby, it's a cute look
I'm the one chapter that fell right outta your book
You call it a concussion, I call it a crime
'Cos you keep forgetting me one hell of a time

Yeah, you keep forgetting me one hell of a time.

(Bridge)
They say my mind's a fortress, a steel-trap, eidetic
But you're the one detail that’s makin’ me pathetic
You write my name on your hand so you don't lose the thread
While I'm replaying our "penalty kiss" in my bed…
It’s kinda hot your head’s a mess.

(Chorus)
You got that goldfish memory, baby, what a cute look! (what a look!)
I'm the one chapter that fell right outta your book! (outta your book!)
You call it a concussion, I call it a crime
'Cos you keep forgetting me one hell of a time!

(Outro)
(Sound of a camera shutter clicks)
Got it.
(kissy sound with a camera click like taking a selfie)
Now… try to forget that.

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Listen to the official soundtrack of PENALTY Kiss.

Penalty Kiss Blurb:
Dry-hump a hockey legend in a dark alley like a shameless virgin.
I remember every second—he forgets me.

Cam “Seoul-Crusher” Wilder is six-foot-four of muscle and mischief, with thighs built to ruin a girl’s virginity.

He rescues me from a stalker, and I take my one reckless shot at gratitude—

I kiss him. Moan. Grind like it’s a penalty-box fantasy.

Unfortunately, he has the memory of a goldfish. Concussion fogs the night.

The next morning, he smiles like we’ve never met.

I seethe. I plot his murder. I also want to ride him.

When danger circles back, the town designates him as my bodyguard.

He leaves notes to remember me. Guards me like I’m his goal line.

With watchful eyes that make me feel chosen for the first time.

He also drops his towel and laughs while I pretend he’s a houseplant I can’t kill.

I should hate him. Instead, I’m falling—hard.

For the idiot who forgets details but never forgets to watch my back.

But I’m not really Tara Haynes. I’m a secret heiress on the run, with a target on my head.

Staying alive means vanishing… and leaving the only man determined to keep me—name, curves, heart—memorized.


~ Fall HARD for a scorchingly funny hockey romance where a curvy virgin with a photographic memory meets the one man who can’t remember her name but misses her curves.