Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Penny Reid’s latest, Dr. Strange Beard. Y’all, I am totally in love with Roscoe and Simone. Could this be my favorite Winston Brothers book to date? Quite possibly…
Dr. Strange Beard by Penny Reid
Series: Winston Brothers #5
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: July 30, 2018
Format: eARC, 350 pages
How I got it: From the author
Add it: Goodreads
Buy it: Amazon
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 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...
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.
If I’m being totally honest, I’m not even sure what to say about Dr. Strange Beard. Holy crap did I love that book. Roscoe and Simone gave me all the freaking feels and I couldn’t stop reading once I started. I’m not sure how it’s possible for the Winston Brothers series to get better and better with each new book, but that’s exactly what’s happening. This one just might be my favorite so far, even if I don’t want to play favorites between my beautiful Winston boys. (And, naturally, their amazing ladies.)
I’m convinced no one writes multi-faceted and unique, yet still totally relatable, characters quite the way Penny does. I absolutely loved both Roscoe and Simone. The hot, bearded vet who just happened to be a virgin and his childhood best friend — who rejected him all those years ago, thus ending their friendship — face-to-face again? Oh, and did I mention she’s an FBI agent who is trying to take down his POS father and he has no idea? That’s a whole lot of Kim catnip right there. I was all over it. Simone and Roscoe were so evenly matched and it was obvious to me — and anyone who was paying attention — they belonged together. History be damned.
Not only does Penny deliver an amazing friends-to-enemies-to-lovers-slash-second-chance-ish romance with Dr. Strange Beard, she give us a book that is relevant to our times. I’m not going to dig too far down into things, but there’s one scene that absolutely stood out to me. That’s when Simone, an FBI agent herself, is dealing with a (*cough* racist *cough*) local cop and Ashley intervenes. It was a very thought-provoking scene. I love reading romance for, well the romance, but I like when I take a little more away from it, too. She definitely gave me something to think about here.
I can emphatically say I love the Winstons. I’ve enjoyed watching these guys pair off so very much. I love how each book gives us a look at the previous couples and works towards the overall story with Darrell, Razor and the rest of the MC. It’s heading towards a huge climax and I can’t wait for the rest of the pieces to fall together. Of course, all that’s just a bonus to the wonderful, swoony and sexy as hell romances. I can always count on Penny to deliver the feels and Dr. Strange Beard was no exception.
Fierce wasn’t my thing. I preferred my guys quiet, thoughtful, and reflective, slow to anger and quick to theorizing.
“And if you fall for the wrong person, what can you do? You’re already in love, and your heart wants what it wants, and everything is a mess.”
Stars, flowers, hearts, puppies, fireworks, Roscoe. I was drunk, liquid heat in his arms, his embrace, his strong hands reforming me, twisting my insides until I was sure I would dissolve, an amorphous puddle of feeling.
“Relax. It’s just me.”
“You’ll never be just anything.”
I’d learned that—in love— nothing makes sense. I didn’t make sense. I didn’t understand myself. Down is up and up is purple. The sky is drawer. The moon is goat. In love, everything was nonsense.
How much do you love the Winston Brothers?