Dr. Strange Beard, an all-new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Penny Reid, is available NOW!
Dr. Strange Beard (Winston Brothers Book 5)
by Penny Reid
Hunches, horse races, and heartbreak
Ten years after Simone Payton broke his heart, all Roscoe
Winston wants is a doughnut. He’d also like to forget her entirely, but that’s
never going to happen. Roscoe Winston remembers everything—every look, every
word, every single unrequited second—and the last thing he needs is another
memory of Simone.
Unfortunately, after one chance encounter, Simone keeps
popping up everywhere he happens to be . . .
Ten years after Roscoe Winston dropped out of her life,
all Simone Payton wants is to exploit him. She’d also like some answers from
her former best friend about why he ghosted her, but if she never gets those
answers, that’s a-okay. Simone let go of the past a long time ago. Seriously,
she has. She totally, totally has. She is definitely not still thinking about
Roscoe. Nope. She’s more than happy to forget he exists.
But first, she needs just one teeny-tiny favor . . .
Dr. Strange Beard is a full-length romantic comedy novel,
can be read as a stand-alone, and is the fifth book in the USA TODAY bestselling
Winston Brothers series.
My review: 4.5 stars!
Well, Roscoe just surpassed Cletus as my favorite Winston brother! I love Penny Reid's unique style and her characters are simply amazingly developed and so charming.
I'm not a big highlighter when I read, but I couldn't resist when Simone said this:
I mean, ladies. Holy how. Get thee a Winston, stat!
I agree with Simone- the Winstons make me absolutely swoon, making Dr. Strange Beard is a must- read!
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Excerpt:
“Simone, this is not one of our adventures from when we
were kids. This is not finding Blithe Tanner’s cat. These men are murderers, drug dealers, thieves.”
“I know.” Boy oh boy, did I know. I didn’t want to be here
anymore than he did. I was frightened. Yet allowing Roscoe to be taken on his
own hadn’t been an option. “I can handle myself, and I can provide backup for
you, if you need it.”
Roscoe gripped my shoulders. “Nothing can happen to you,
do you understand?” His words were emphatic, his gaze disoriented, desolate,
frantic. “If anything happens to you, I’ll . . .” He swallowed, apparently
unable to finish the sentence.
My heart twisted to see him like this. I wished there were
some way to show him what I could do, what I was capable of, so he would stop
seeing me as a liability.
Well, why
can’t you?
“Huh.”
Now there was a thought.
Stepping out of his grip, I walked backward to the other
side of the room and took a deep breath. “Okay. Come at me.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I want you to come at me.”
“Simone,” he seethed.
“Come at me, bro.” I did that little movement with my
fingers, my palm turned upwards. “Come at me or I’ll start singing again.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“Fine.”Frustrating.
“I’ll come at you.”
He stood there, features set, looking raw.
Moving quickly forward, staying light on my feet, I faked
right and then went left, hooking him behind the back of his leg, catching his
arm to twist behind his back, and sending him to the ground—face-first—with a
thud.
I winced as he grunted, my knee at the base of his spine,
his arm restrained behind his back. “Sorry! But you wouldn’t listen to me.”
Leaning forward, I whispered in his ear, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Roscoe’s back and shoulders rose and fell with an
expansive breath, like he was about to respond, but in the next moment he’d
spun his legs to the right, leveraged my knee on his back to throw me
off-balance, and slipped his wrist from my hold.
In my defense, my grip had been lax as I was purposefully
trying not to injure him.
The next thing I knew, Roscoe had me pinned to the ground,
air knocked out of me, him hovering above, and my gun digging into my ribs
beneath my shirt. He’d been careful to subdue my legs, likely so he wouldn’t
end up with a bruised ballsack.
His stare more probing than angry—which I took as a good
sign—he said, “I didn’t teach you that. Where’d you learn that?”
Even though I was still coughing, I smiled and rasped,
“Since college, take judo.”
He nodded faintly, his eyes moving between mine, looking
concerned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Endeavoring to catch my breath, I said, “I took it
easy on you because I didn’t want to hurt you either, but I’m an asset, not a
liability.”
“You’re definitely an asset.” Roscoe frowned, his gaze
dropping to my mouth. “And a distraction,” he said, his voice rough.
“I’m a distraction?” I asked, my words still breathy.
I bucked, but he held me fast.
“Yes. . .” His stare turned inward. “You are most
definitely a distraction.”
Even though I’d had plenty of time to recover and we’d
been holding still for close to a minute, I was still breathing hard. This
might have been because of my lingering irritation. Or, maybe it was because
the length of Roscoe’s lean body was lying on mine. He held my hands on either
side of my head, our faces even, his mouth just inches away.
Was it insane that I hoped he kissed me?
Yes?
No?
Let’s go
with no.
He gave me his eyes again and I saw something there, a
battle. He looked undecided, at war with himself, straining against something I
couldn’t see.
“Roscoe?” I whispered.
Roscoe closed his eyes, and I thought he was going to let
me go, but in the next second his lips descended, capturing my mouth in a
tender kiss.
I moaned.
I kissed him back.
That’s what one does when Roscoe Winston kisses one. Moan
and kiss. Repeat. Because not doing so would be a travesty.
His hold on my hands slacked, his fingers seeking and
threading with mine. He settled his hips between my legs, his form relaxing.
The weight of him was different now, warmer somehow. At least I felt warm. I
also felt cherished as his tongue sought mine, again tenderly, stroking,
causing my abdomen to twist and tighten into delicious knots.
He broke the kiss and a protest died on my lips as his
mouth trailed down my jaw to the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking, licking,
savoring me. What had felt warm and cherishing heated, and my hips tilted
reflexively as he nibbled on my ear, cradling his rapidly growing erection.
We both gasped as his hips rocked in an answering yet
inelegant movement. It felt perfect and essential in the moment.
“Oh God.” His hot breath spilled against my jaw, a ragged
sigh. “What are we doing?”
“I
don’t know, but don’t stop.”
Enter the Giveaway!
Meet Penny Reid:
Penny Reid is the Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she just writes books. 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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