Title: Beard in Mind
Series: Winston Brothers #4
Author: Penny Reid
Publication Date: August 1, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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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.
‘Beard in Mind’ can be read as a standalone, and is book #4 in the Winston Brothers Series.
I think many of us have experienced this before – you make an assumption, a judgment, based on one interaction, or even by looks alone, of someone. It is usually an unfair assumption based on falsities. I’ve done this in real life, and now I’ve done this with fictional characters. Going into this book, I knew there was going to be more to both these characters than what met the eye. I wasn’t worried about two dimensions characters, Reid doesn’t write 2D characters, but I did assume wrongly about these characters.
Beau has always felt the responsibility to take care of his family. To be accommodating to others; to not be an inconvenience. He has a twin brother who doesn’t have any problem being short, surly, blunt, a lot of times to the point of being rude. Beau felt like they couldn’t both be surly, so he took it upon himself to be the friendly, easy going, easy-to-please twin.
Throughout the book, Beau’s relationship with Shelly, as well as his changing relationship with his twin brother Duane, teach him that he doesn’t have to hide the ‘not friendly’ part of himself. He is allowed to have a spectrum of emotions, and express those emotions openly. This is a lesson I think many of us could learn from. If you believe you have to be a certain way, you are not only trying to conform to (usually) unrealistic expectations, but you are doing yourself and others a disservice by not being completely yourself. Those who truly care about you, want to know all of you – not just the friendly, happy, easy going part. That is something Beau had to learn. He put pressure on himself to be a certain way when his close friends and family would love him even if he lost his cool once in a while. I do think Beau is just naturally friendly anyway, and that won’t change. But perhaps he has learned that those who care about him, will do so no matter what.
Shelly is probably one of the most complex characters I’ve read. She is dealing with a lot more than one person should have to, and sadly she feels as though she deserves it. In my opinion, you should go in as blindly as possible regarding her, so all I am going to say is that there is definitely more to her than meets the eye. Don’t let first impressions fool you.
I loved this book for so many reasons. Perhaps most of all, the example it gave of what a supportive, loving relationship looks like when one or both people involved are dealing with very difficult things. Beau loves Shelly so unconditionally. He doesn’t love her in spite of her struggles, but, in a way, because of them. Shelly is the way she is because of what she’s gone through and had to deal with her whole life. Without those struggles, she wouldn’t be who she is today. I know that sounds a bit cliché, but it’s true. The same goes for Shelly towards Beau. As someone who has witnessed a relationship fall apart due to one person trying to force the other person to change into something they weren’t, as opposed to supporting them through each struggle, this book gave me hope that there are people out there who will support me through my battles and not leave me stranded on the battlefield if I have a setback.
This book deals really well with the topic of battling assumptions and preconceived ideas one has of other people, and those that other people may have of you. And maybe most importantly, those you have of yourself.
If you are looking for a funny and touching story, that breaks your heart one minute, then puts it back together even better the next, while making you laugh along the way, give this one a try.
EXCERPT FROM BEARD IN MIND
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 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 the 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 the Author: 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.