Beard in Mind, an all new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Penny Reid, is available NOW!
5 Teacup CROWNS
This review is going to sound similar to all of my other Penny Reid reviews, and while I apologize for my lack of varied diction and new commentary about her books, know that it is because this woman writes impeccable novels. Whether or not I love the story or the characters, I fall in love with her craft and her story-telling, and I am constant awe of her ability to take real world issues and authentic characters we would meet in the world and weave them into a romantic story-line, expertly balancing the essence of literature with the entertainment of romance.
Beau is a more complex character than I could have imagined. In previous novels, he is the fun and charming Winston brother, the protector of his twin. In his story, Beard in Mind, readers get to witness a whole different side to him. Readers get to see person who judges first before really knowing someone, but the author shows readers how flawed this thinking is as his character develops. Penny Reid also shows a man who seems to be stuck as everyone else in his family moves on, trying his best to move forward too, yet not really seeing success. At the end of the story, readers get to see a full evolution of a character and they also glean important themes from his changes: our perceptions of people are based on our experiences and taint our judgments of them, and in order to prevent this we need to be able to learn and grow, understanding those around us.
I was so incredibly excited for Shelly’s character after a little snippet Penny Reid released a very long time ago, and I absolutely never expected to meet a character like her in romance (insert apology here). She is someone I would expect to meet in a novel taught in English class. She is complex and has flaws, just like everyone, and while her flaws stem from her diagnosis and fears, she is still a character who represents group of people in society who are just as deserving of love from friends, family, and a significant other. With this character, the author did a fantastic job showcasing how hard it is to overcome these fears, how it tears them apart, and how they struggle with feeling like a burden. Shelly is shown to be incredibly lonely at first and even cold, but the author gives readers glimpses of warmth, letting them know there is more underneath the icy persona she exemplifies. The use of Shelly’s point of view for some of the chapters also serves not only to cast a light into her mind but also serves to create understanding and acceptance of her character. Right along with Beau, readers learn, understand, and begin to love her, only solidifying the previous theme established with the evolution of Beau’s character.
This story, just like her other stories, has so many sub plots to the main romantic plot line that she weaves together into one cohesive story. Beard in Mind brings to light the struggle of mental disorders, the growing pains of a family moving on and essentially growing apart, and so much more. She does, however, also show that these changes and setbacks aren’t the end. That people grow and change and break and heal, but at the end of the day, the people who really love you don’t leave (at least emotionally). She also exemplifies how the breaking and healing is what shapes and molds a person into who they are, and that, in and of itself, is beautiful.
Penny Reid showcases once again how romance can be so much more than smut and easy reading, although I enjoy those romances just as well. Her talent and story-telling leaves me in a state of awe every single time, and the Beard in Mind is just another example of the excellence she creates every single time.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
All is fair in love and auto maintenance.
Beau Winston is the nicest, most accommodating guy in the world. Usually.
Handsome as the devil and twice as charismatic, Beau lives a charmed life as everyone’s favorite Winston Brother. But since his twin decided to leave town, and his other brother hired a stunning human-porcupine hybrid as a replacement mechanic for their auto shop, Beau Winston’s charmed life has gone to hell in a handbasket.
Shelly Sullivan is not nice and is never accommodating. Ever.
She mumbles to herself, but won’t respond when asked a question. She glares at everyone, especially babies. She won’t shake hands with or touch another person, but has no problems cuddling with a dog. And her damn parrot speaks only in curse words.
Beau wants her gone. He wants her out of his auto shop, out of Tennessee, and out of his life.
The only problem is, learning why this porcupine wears her coat of spikes opens a Pandora’s box of complexity—exquisite, tempting, heartbreaking complexity—and Beau Winston soon discovers being nice and accommodating might mean losing what matters most.
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She’d taken the sofa, in her own house, and given me the bed. That didn’t make a lick of sense.
I crouched next to her, threading my fingers into the silky hair at her temples. “Honey.”
I bent to whisper, “Shelly.”
“I’m going to carry you to your bed. I’ll take the sofa.”
I grinned at her soft noises, at the untroubled expression on her face, and how her brow—even in sleep—still looked regal and stern.
Sliding my arms under her legs and shoulder, I picked her up. And, unfortunately, that woke her up.
She jerked in my arms. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to the bed.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I don’t mind, I’ll take the sofa.” Our mouths were just inches apart, and hers was distracting.
She squirmed. “Put me down.”
Sighing unhappily, I did. I set her on her feet next to the couch. The blanket pooled at her feet and I stepped back to give her some space. It was dark, but I could see her just fine, and that meant I had to force my eyes to remain above her neck. The woman was wearing two pathetic scraps of fabric as pajamas. A thin little tank top and shorts. That’s it.
I set my jaw and turned to the side, waiting for her to walk past.
“Where are you?”
I glanced at her and realized she couldn’t see at all. She didn’t have a hand out, but the way her eyes were moving about the room gave away her blindness.
“I’m here.” I didn’t touch her, because if I did, I wouldn’t want to stop.
Shelly turned her head in my direction and took a deep breath. Still she didn’t reach for me. I didn’t know the specifics of what to expect after her Friday session, but I recalled Dr. West saying something about Shelly doing self-guided ERP exercises over this week.
“Can you see?” She licked her lips, her voice sandpapery. “Because I can’t see at all. It’s so dark.”
“I can see.” Unbidden, my eyes dropped to her body, to the swell of her breasts, the panel of bare stomach, the curve of her hips. Pinpricks of heat raised over my skin and I curled my hands into fists.
She shuffled forward and I caught her before she bumped into me, setting my hands gently at her waist.
“Let me take you to your room.” My voice was rough, for obvious reasons.
Saying nothing, she brought her hand to my forearm, her body gently colliding with mine. And then her hand on my arm slid up my bicep to my shoulder.
“Shelly.” I was running out of breath.
“I like this.”
I held still and endured her hands moving over my body, down the front of my shirt, stopping at the hem, then pushing it up.
“Take this off.”
I did. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.
We stood there, facing each other in the dark, not touching. Despite the session on Friday and the progress that had been made, I realized she wasn’t quite there yet. Dr. West was right, Friday was just a step, the first step. Shelly wasn’t able to initiate contact. Not yet.
Her hands balled into fists and she swayed forward, her breath struggling little puffs.
If anything was going to happen tonight, I had to initiate it. I had to be the one to touch first.
God, how I wanted her. How I wanted her above me, beneath me, surrounding me. But how could I?
“I know why I hesitate,” her voice was breathless, “but why do you hesitate?”
“Lots of reasons.”
“Give me one.”
“I don’t want to you use you.”
“I wish you would.”
That pulled a laugh from me, just a small relief from the mounting tension. My eyes moved over her body, an undeniable impulse to devour the sight of her, her legs, stomach, chest, then up her neck to her lips.
“You asked me on Saturday if sex was a big deal for me, or if it was you. The answer is both.”
She held very still, and I got the sense she was holding her breath, straining to listen.
“You are a big deal to me. I don’t want a fling. I don’t want a flirtation. I want promises.”
“What can I promise you?”
That you’ll love me. That I’ll be your priority.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot. A spike of anxiety that she might leave me like this had me acting without forethought. I lifted my hands to her waist again and immediately, her fingertips skimmed over skin of my lower stomach in response, making my muscles tense in hot anticipation. She grew more assertive as she caressed my sides, abdomen, ribs, chest, shoulders, and then back down.
Shelly stepped closer, a hint of thrilling contact between her breasts and my torso, and all the words and worries melted from my mind, died on my tongue, suffocated by the feel of her body, and the possibility of this moment.
Her finger hooked in the waistband of my jeans. “Take these off.” Her hand turned, her fingers and palm cupping me over my zipper.
Instinctively, I pressed myself into her touch even as I grabbed her wrist.
“Beau, I promise—”
She didn’t get to speak, because I kissed her, hard and wild, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly with one hand and bringing her palm inside my boxers with the other.
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Penny Reid is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she’s not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.
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