Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt: Beard in Mind (Winston Brothers #4) by Penny Reid

Posted August 15, 2017 by Kim in 5 Stars, Blog Tour, In Review / 0 Comments

I’m so happy to be part of the blog tour for Penny Reid’s latest, Beard in Mind, today! I loved this book so very much. It’s actually hard to put my feelings about it into words… but I’m going to try.

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt: Beard in Mind (Winston Brothers #4) by Penny ReidBeard in Mind by Penny Reid
Series: Winston Brothers #4
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: August 1, 2017
Publisher: Self-Published
Format: eARC, 538 pages
How I got it: From the author
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Buy it: Amazon
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All's 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 missing out on what matters most.

I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

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.

In Review My Thoughts

I’ve gotta be honest, I’m still totally at a loss when it comes to how to review this book. I loved it, that much is clear. It was a bit heavier of a read than most of Penny’s other books, but I don’t mean that in a negative way. Beard in Mind had Penny’s trademark humor, heart and even awkwardness, but it did all that while giving some pretty straight talk about Shelly’s obsessive compulsive tendencies. I loved the raw honesty of this one.

While the book was about more than just a romance, the love story was obviously fantastic, too. I’ve been waiting for Beau to get a book for ages and I couldn’t wait to see who he’d be paired with. Shelly was perfect for him. They balanced each other out in a way I wasn’t expecting. Before we got to all that goodness, we had to get through the initial animosity… and I loved all of it. But, I am a sucker for a hate-to-love story so that’s unsurprising. I loved their banter and the way they picked at each other. They had such wicked chemistry and there was so much sexual tension I just couldn’t wait until it exploded. When it did? It was hot… and sweet. Beau had a surprisingly soft side that I truly wasn’t expecting.

I’m not going to delve too deeply into the storyline here. I think you’re far better off if you just experience it for yourself. What I will say is that you should be prepared for some feels. Oh, there were laughs and sexy times… but there were some emotional moments as well. Beau and Shelly’s pairing was so perfect, it just left my heart happy. It’s also worth noting this book takes place at the same time as Beard Science, so it was fun to get another perspective of what was going on at that time. Beard in Mind was perfection. It’s definitely going in my reread pile.


“I’m not counting your girlfriends in high school, because you were just a kid and were never serious about those girls. Then why, as a man, are you settling for someone who is merely fine? You should be with someone amazing.” 

“Stop trying to peer into my mind.”
“I would never do that, Beau. Your mind is a depraved and dissolute place. I would fear for my eternal soul should I manage a glimpse inside.”

“People need to be polished, to be stroked, touched, and when they’re not polished, their colors fade. They fade, they change, warp, become something different.”

“I love you, Shelly. I’ll love you when you break. And I’ll love you when you put yourself back together.”

About Penny Reid

Penny Reid is a part time author of romantic fiction. When she's not immersed in penning smart romances she works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She's also a full time mom to two diminutive adults (boy-8 and girl-5), wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.

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