Truth or Beard by Penny Reid releases in just hours on July 21st! We ADORED this hilarious, sweet & unique love story! Plus, it has a bearded book boyfriend who will steal your heart in a big way. Trust us, Duane Winston is 100% swoon-worthy. Penny's writing and wit is as sharp as ever and her storytelling is impeccable. In celebration of this newest release, read a fun sneak peek and enter a giveaway to win a $50 gift card and signed paperback!
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Series Description
Everyone in Green Valley, Tennessee knows that the six bearded Winston brothers have been imbued with an unfair share of charm and charisma… and are prone to mischief.
Truth or Beard is book #1 in the Winston Brother’s series. Each book is a standalone, full length (110k words), contemporary romantic comedy novel, and follows the romantic exploits and adventures of one of the six Winston Brothers.
And click-here to buy it now! Stand-alone!
Series Description
Everyone in Green Valley, Tennessee knows that the six bearded Winston brothers have been imbued with an unfair share of charm and charisma… and are prone to mischief.
Truth or Beard is book #1 in the Winston Brother’s series. Each book is a standalone, full length (110k words), contemporary romantic comedy novel, and follows the romantic exploits and adventures of one of the six Winston Brothers.
"Don't change a single thing. Be wild with me, be reckless. I love your kind of wild."
- Truth or Beard by Penny Reid
Excerpt: Meet Duane and Jessica
“The problem is this car is a classic. It is far too valuable for me to use as a loaner.”
“Then it’s not a loaner. I’m giving it to you. It’s yours.”
My mouth fell open again and a small sound of confused protest escaped. “Duane.”
“Jess.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am serious.” He looked serious.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you need a car and I have four.” He shrugged.
“You could sell it. I’m sure it’s worth a bundle.”
“I can’t sell it because I just gave it to you.”
I gritted my teeth before hollering, “You can’t give me a car!”
He lifted his voice to match the volume of mine. “I just did!”
I stared at him, the stubborn set of his square jaw, the way his left eyebrow was slightly raised in challenge. He was so stubborn and irritating… and cute. And sweet. And thoughtful. And presumptuous.
“I’m not taking it,” I said finally, shaking my head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Quit being so stubborn.”
“Being rational isn’t being stubborn. You can’t just go around giving people cars. You’re not Oprah.”
Duane’s lips flattened in a way that made me think he was trying not to laugh because his eyes were shining. “What gave me away? Was it the red hair?”
Without thinking, and in a way reminiscent of our bickering childhood, I responded flatly, “No. It was the feel of your circumcised penis last week.”
Duane lost his battle with laughter and threw his head back, eliciting an unbidden smile from me. I exhaled a chuckle and rolled my eyes, feeling remarkably pleased I’d made him laugh. I think I was even blushing, which was strange. Making Duane Winston laugh flushed me with pleasure, or maybe it was the intoxicating sight of how much he seemed to enjoy it, enjoy being with me.
Still grinning widely—which in and of itself looked foreign and therefore dazzling on his face—he said, “But before last week, you still doubts as to my identity?”
“Well, I’ve never seen you and Oprah in the same room together. Plus you both have your favorite things lists.” I was making reference to his statement last Friday, that arguing with me was one of his favorite things.
“Do you have a favorite things list?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” My neck was abruptly hot.
He lifted an eyebrow. “You’ve been thinking on my trouser department, haven’t you?”
Flustered, I shook my head. “Getting back to the topic at hand—”
“Is it? At hand? I wasn’t aware.”
“Duane Winston!” I tried to sound shocked and foreboding, but my involuntary answering smile was ruining the effect. “I’m attempting to be serious. Stop trying to muddle me.”
“If I were trying to muddle you, then you’d know it.”
“Then it’s not a loaner. I’m giving it to you. It’s yours.”
My mouth fell open again and a small sound of confused protest escaped. “Duane.”
“Jess.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am serious.” He looked serious.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you need a car and I have four.” He shrugged.
“You could sell it. I’m sure it’s worth a bundle.”
“I can’t sell it because I just gave it to you.”
I gritted my teeth before hollering, “You can’t give me a car!”
He lifted his voice to match the volume of mine. “I just did!”
I stared at him, the stubborn set of his square jaw, the way his left eyebrow was slightly raised in challenge. He was so stubborn and irritating… and cute. And sweet. And thoughtful. And presumptuous.
“I’m not taking it,” I said finally, shaking my head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Quit being so stubborn.”
“Being rational isn’t being stubborn. You can’t just go around giving people cars. You’re not Oprah.”
Duane’s lips flattened in a way that made me think he was trying not to laugh because his eyes were shining. “What gave me away? Was it the red hair?”
Without thinking, and in a way reminiscent of our bickering childhood, I responded flatly, “No. It was the feel of your circumcised penis last week.”
Duane lost his battle with laughter and threw his head back, eliciting an unbidden smile from me. I exhaled a chuckle and rolled my eyes, feeling remarkably pleased I’d made him laugh. I think I was even blushing, which was strange. Making Duane Winston laugh flushed me with pleasure, or maybe it was the intoxicating sight of how much he seemed to enjoy it, enjoy being with me.
Still grinning widely—which in and of itself looked foreign and therefore dazzling on his face—he said, “But before last week, you still doubts as to my identity?”
“Well, I’ve never seen you and Oprah in the same room together. Plus you both have your favorite things lists.” I was making reference to his statement last Friday, that arguing with me was one of his favorite things.
“Do you have a favorite things list?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” My neck was abruptly hot.
He lifted an eyebrow. “You’ve been thinking on my trouser department, haven’t you?”
Flustered, I shook my head. “Getting back to the topic at hand—”
“Is it? At hand? I wasn’t aware.”
“Duane Winston!” I tried to sound shocked and foreboding, but my involuntary answering smile was ruining the effect. “I’m attempting to be serious. Stop trying to muddle me.”
“If I were trying to muddle you, then you’d know it.”
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Beards, brothers, and bikers! Oh my!
Identical twins Beau and Duane Winston might share the same devastatingly handsome face, but where Beau is outgoing and sociable, Duane is broody and reserved. This is why Jessica James, recent college graduate and perpetual level-headed good girl, has been in naïve and unhealthy infatuation with Beau Winston for most of her life. His friendly smiles make her tongue-tied and weak-kneed, and she’s never been able to move beyond her childhood crush. Whereas Duane and Jessica have always been adversaries. She can’t stand him, and she’s pretty sure he can’t stand the sight of her…
But after a case of mistaken identity, Jessica finds herself in a massive confusion kerfuffle. Jessica James has spent her whole life paralyzed by the fantasy of Beau and her assumptions of Duane’s disdain; therefore she’s unprepared for the reality that is Duane’s insatiable interest, as well as his hot hands and hot mouth and hotter looks. Not helping Jessica’s muddled mind and good girl sensibilities, Duane seems to have gotten himself in trouble with the local biker gang, the Iron Order.
Certainly, Beau’s magic spell is broken. Yet when Jessica finds herself drawn to the man who was always her adversary, now more dangerous than ever, how much of her level-head heart is she willing to risk?
Identical twins Beau and Duane Winston might share the same devastatingly handsome face, but where Beau is outgoing and sociable, Duane is broody and reserved. This is why Jessica James, recent college graduate and perpetual level-headed good girl, has been in naïve and unhealthy infatuation with Beau Winston for most of her life. His friendly smiles make her tongue-tied and weak-kneed, and she’s never been able to move beyond her childhood crush. Whereas Duane and Jessica have always been adversaries. She can’t stand him, and she’s pretty sure he can’t stand the sight of her…
But after a case of mistaken identity, Jessica finds herself in a massive confusion kerfuffle. Jessica James has spent her whole life paralyzed by the fantasy of Beau and her assumptions of Duane’s disdain; therefore she’s unprepared for the reality that is Duane’s insatiable interest, as well as his hot hands and hot mouth and hotter looks. Not helping Jessica’s muddled mind and good girl sensibilities, Duane seems to have gotten himself in trouble with the local biker gang, the Iron Order.
Certainly, Beau’s magic spell is broken. Yet when Jessica finds herself drawn to the man who was always her adversary, now more dangerous than ever, how much of her level-head heart is she willing to risk?
