Dr. Strange Beard by Penny Reid

July 30, 2018 Blitz, Book Review 0 ★★★★½

Dr. Strange Beard by Penny Reid

Dr. Strange Beard by Penny Reid four-half-stars
Dr. Strange Beard by Penny Reid
Series: Winston Brothers #5
Also in this series: Truth or Beard, Grin and Beard It, Beard Science
Published by Cipher-Naught on July 30, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 350
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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 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.

This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.

I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.

 

By SparklesWould it sound super fangirly if I started this review by saying Penny Reid is a genius? Well, not much I can do about how that sounds, but it doesn’t make it any less true. She is, in my humble reader opinion, a total genius.

Dr. Strange Beard is another weird, beardilicious and freakishly hilarious addition to the Winston clan’s stories. In this fifth installment, we get to witness Roscoe, the youngest Winston Bearded Brother, on his bumpy journey to true love and happiness. As an aside, every time I even think about the word happiness all I see is that sweet toddler saying “happy penis”… but I digress.

Roscoe and Simone were inseparable all through childhood. Until one day Roscoe simply disappeared from Simone’s life. Fast forward a decade and Simone is still mystified as to what happened with him. Only now she’s under orders to get close to him, and with no other choice, get close she does… real close. But as I don’t want to spoil the fun for anyone… there’s not much else I can say about that.

I absolutely and heartily loved Roscoe. He was sweet, considerate, kind, funny and knew what he wanted. And as he believed he couldn’t get it, he settled for getting as close to what he wanted as he thought he could and cherished the memories.

Simone was the shit. She was a bossy pants, no-nonsense, hilarious and dedicated woman. She kinda made me lose my patience when she went overly analytical and refused to acknowledge her feelings, but her and Roscoe’s interactions were so cute, she ended up making it up to me. She also was a crazy good shot.

“Well, it seems you–uh–you shot him in the balls. Blew his bits clear off.”

“Did I do that? I finally spoke, lying easily for the first time in my life. “My gun must’ve misfired.”  

Roscoe and Simone, once they finally take their heads out of their respective butts, were insanely hot together. Their chemistry, their banter, the ease with which they connected was beyond fabulous. I do have to mention that their separatedness and lack of communication meant it took me a bit to get into the flow of the story, but once I did I was glued to my kindle.

Besides all the sexiness, the hilariousness and the cuteness (especially all the little 2.0 Winstons we get to see) what I especially loved was the way Ms. Reid manages to have totally weird and unconventional stuff in her stories. This always works because her writing style is so different than the norm and the thoroughness of her research on said topics is outstanding. And also, she is a genius. But we already covered that.

As usual, she succeeds as well in exposing social realities that suck and positive ways to handle them, or at least I feel she suggests ways in which every and any person could affect change regarding these topics. In Dr. Strange Beard I think Ms. Reid takes a quiet but firm stand on the issue highlighted, and I hope other people who read this will feel inspired and motivated to be more aware of this sad reality. Maybe this will be a controversial topic, I don’t know, and as I’m not from the US maybe my opinion has no weight, but I still wanted to say this in the off-chance Ms. Reid ever reads this.

Anyways! With action, a bit of intrigue, weird stuff galore and the sexiest and most soulful bearded veterinarian you could imagine, Dr. Strange Beard was another beardtastic addition to the yumminess that are these Winston Bearded Brothers. And if you haven’t read about them, it’s a damn good time to start!

Rating: 4.5 “I have never been more on board with facial hair” Stars

 

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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.”

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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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