Book Review, Giveaway: Beard In Mind by Penny Reid 7


Beard in Mind, an all new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Penny Reid, is available NOW!


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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.



My Rating:



Favorite Quotes:


She said something about me being as sharp as a bowling ball.


It was like being stuck in all that morose poetry I’d been reading over the weekend. Lord Tennyson was a moron. It wasn’t better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. I didn’t know what he’d been smokin’, but it must’ve been strong.


“I’m here to listen and hold your tools.” I hoped that last bit was an innuendo. “Not that tool.” Damn.


I want you to love me always… How can I make sure that happens?


You’re bright as a black hole and twice as dense.


I especially liked it when you told Devron Stokes he needed to save his breath, ’cause he was going to need it to blow up his date.



My Review:


I adore Penny Reid’s unique, clever, and humorous writing style as well as her sharply honed wit. Her storylines are fresh, crisp, and cunningly crafted. Five-stars aren’t enough to reflect how much I enjoyed this skillfully executed and well-plotted tale, so I’m giving it ten!  Penny Reid struck comedy gold yet again with the indelible Winston brothers along with the addition of a profane parrot, a pithy OCD heroine, and a well-kept and shocking family secret. Ms. Reid’s enticing characters always raise the bar on endearingly quirky as well as alluringly cracked. Beau was an absolute treasure and Cletus is always a delectable treat, but it is Ms. Reid’s captivating and insightful writing that keeps me haunting her listings.   Her work on this series has been so delightfully detailed, I felt as if I had programmed and engaged the Star Trek Holodeck for Green Valley, Tennessee as I was right there with them, and feeling the double skip of Beau’s tender heart.  Penny Reid has mad skills and I am her die-hard fangirl for life, even if she started writing about dreadful zombies.




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.”


“Touching you.”

Oh fuck.

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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Meet Penny Reid:


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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7 thoughts on “Book Review, Giveaway: Beard In Mind by Penny Reid

  1. Reply Bewitched Reader Aug 22,2017 6:18 am

    Great review! I have this series on my Kindle, but haven’t read it yet. I’m bumping it to the top of my list now.

    • Reply Empress DJ Aug 22,2017 6:26 am

      You will love them – start at the beginning and binge read them, I always want to go back and reread them when a new one comes out 😉 Once you start you won’t be able to stop, so make sure you have the time so you can savor them.

  2. Reply J. Hooligan @Platypire Reviews Aug 22,2017 7:37 am

    I love Penny Reid. I’ve only read the first book in this series though. I am insolent.

  3. Reply Alisha Webster Aug 22,2017 7:39 am

    Soon, I’m going to start this. I even own them -_-

  4. Reply Katie @ Book Ink Reviews Aug 22,2017 9:24 am

    TEN STARS?! Oh my.. I’m going to have to read this one now. You’re review is fantastic!

  5. Reply theabominablebookgirl Aug 22,2017 4:34 pm

    I waannttt it! I have been seeing a bunch of you guys with the cover as your profile picture and I want the book. I read bears…and cursing parrots! Gimme!

  6. Reply Evey Aug 22,2017 8:14 pm

    ooohh my gosshhh! I NEED to read the book after reading this great review and that excerpt! Great job!

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