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Review & #giveaway – Beard in Mind by Penny Reid @Reidromance @jennw23

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.


I think that I have said this before – when Penny Reid says that she thinks that her book will appeal only to 1 person in a gazillion (I may be taking liberties here, but I’m sure that’s what she meant), that’s when I sit up and pay attention, because invariably, I have come to realise that this means that I can expect to read some of her best work.

And yes, dear reader, this book does not buck that trend.

Now. I’m not going to lie. This book is not without its frustrations. In this case, it is the dance that our protagonists do around each other. And, because the timeline overlaps with Cletus’ book, there is that sense of knowing that adds to that disquiet; that puts a subtle layer of tension into the interactions.

But this love story? It is not loud and garish. It is subtle. It is gentle. It is a beautiful, if unconventional choreography of two people learning how to gravitate towards each other.

Although I don’t think that they are quite my favourite couple (albeit by a narrow margin), nevertheless, there is such a lot to love about this story, that its not a hardship to give this a 5* rating.

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.




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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About the author

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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Review – Jane of Manchester by J G Dow @jamestingle14

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Jane of Manchester by J G Dow
Publication date: January 9th 2017
Genres: Chick-Lit; Romantic Comedy

Jane of ManchJane’s life on the face of it isn’t really too bad…she has great friends like party girl Natasha who’s always up for a laugh and her close pal Polly, always there for her and of course her loving parents, but things could still be better…

Most people she knows are either married or have kids and she has been single a while now and wonders if a good man is ever to be encountered again. The single life is far from a quiet one for Jane however, as she is constantly getting dragged to night clubs and bars by Natasha and the crew as well as enduring a particularly boozy weekend away at the seaside!

Jane loves a lot about her life, disregarding rude plumbers in her flat and dealing with annoying superiors and a smug sister, but as a certain someone takes her eye, is everything about to change and get a whole lot more serious or is the single life determined to keep her captive a while longer yet…


This is a debut novel from a British author.  When I was asked to review, I checked the blurb, which was sufficient to pique my interest.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid that that in some ways, with its short, to the point nature, the blurb contains a lot that the book itself is missing.

This novel reads pretty much in the style of Jane’s diary.  It is rambling, the pacing is slow and the narrative full of details which simply don’t (for me at least) do anything to drive the story forwards.

I didn’t make any connection with Jane or any of the other characters, and frankly didn’t laugh out loud or at all at any point during my reading.

I did try to persevere with the story.  But I was really just going through the motions and not deriving any enjoyment from it at all.  I’m afraid that I took the decision to put the book away without finishing it.

I should point out that others have read this story and given it glowing reviews. My review is simply my opinion and if the blurb intrigues, you should make up your own mind.  It was simply not for me.

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.



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About the author

I lived for a few years in the North of England and spent a while living in Manchester and so am fairly comfortable writing about the city.

I went to University in Manchester many years ago and still miss the place sometimes now but have good memories!

I enjoy walks in the country and indulging in a spot of cooking now and then and write the odd story and pen the occasional poem but this is my debut novel…if anyone enjoys it, I may do another!

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New Release & Review – The Proposing Kind by Bria Quinlan @briaquinlan

Book & Author Details:

The Proposing Kind by Bria Quinlan
Publication date: 11th July 2017
Genres: Romance, Humour

Proposing Kind.jpgHailey Tate is living the good life: A new book contract, great friends, the man of her—oh, who is she kidding, she never would have dreamed up pro-ball player, Connor Ryan. But somehow, they work.

So when Connor may or may not have proposed, it’s left up to Hailey and her Brew Crew girls figure it all out. Ridiculousness, shenanigans, arguments, and reconciliations ensue…because, Quirky Girl Power!

But at the end of it all, is Hailey ready to marry America’s Most Eligible Athlete or is time to call a delay on that particular play?


OK.  P.S.A.  If you haven’t read The Catching Kind yet (and why on earth not!!) then you need to get to that first.  Then come to this.  Quickly.  Because I think you’re going to need it.

I have missed the Brew Ha Ha crowd.  Even Abby.  (Or maybe especially Abby).  Anyhow, when you have a love for a series, and there has been a bit of a gap since the last one was released, you might wonder if the author will meet your expectations; if the writing is as strong as you recall; if the humour is as subtle, yet on point.

Well, I’m here to tell you, dear reader, that in my opinion, this addition to the Brew Ha Ha menu hits all the right notes.  Yes I know I mixed my metaphors, but I’m giddy for this couple.

You might feel, as you’re reading this, that you know what’s coming.  I, for one, didn’t care, because I wanted what was coming for these two.  I mean, come on! The clue is in the title!

Unfortunately, this simply didn’t quench my thirst for this couple.  I need more.  I respectfully suggest “The Marrying Kind” might just do it…

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.



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About the author

It didn’t surprise anyone when Bria Quinlan started writing YA Rom Coms… after all, her life is a walking sitcom (minus the commercials). Plus, secretly she’s still 16 (although her license says something different). Finally putting those English Literature and Creative Writing degrees and Copy Editing cert to work, Bria’s excited to get her quirky stories on the page to share with the world (or at least a segment of it).

She’s represented by the awesomely amazing Lauren Macleod of the Clan…. Oh, wait. Of Strothman Agency.

Bria writes Romantic Comedies for teens that take hard topics and make you laugh through your tears. You can contact her at briaquinlan.com OR twitter @briaquinlan

A proud Golden Heart Finalist, she’s focusing on writing stories that make you laugh, make you cry and remind you that life is an adventure not to be ignored.

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