Author: Penny Reid
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
Publication Date: May 31st 2016
Plot: Sienna Diaz is everyone’s favorite “fat” funny lady. The movie studio executives can’t explain it, but her films are out-grossing all the fit and trim headliners and Hollywood’s most beautiful elite. The simple truth is, everyone loves plus-sized Sienna.
But she has a problem, she can’t read maps and her sense of direction is almost as bad as her comedic timing is stellar. Therefore, when Sienna’s latest starring role takes her to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park she finds herself continually lost while trying to navigate the backroads of Green Valley, Tennessee. Much to her consternation, Sienna’s most frequent savior is a ridiculously handsome, charming, and cheeky Park Ranger by the name of Jethro Winston.
Sienna is accustomed to high levels of man-handsome, so it’s not Jethro’s chiseled features or his perfect physique that make Sienna stutter. It’s his southern charm. And gentlemanly manners. And habit of looking at her too long and too often.
Sienna has successfully navigated the labyrinth of Hollywood heart-throbs. But can she traverse the tenuous trails of Tennessee without losing her head? Or worse, her heart?
But she has a problem, she can’t read maps and her sense of direction is almost as bad as her comedic timing is stellar. Therefore, when Sienna’s latest starring role takes her to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park she finds herself continually lost while trying to navigate the backroads of Green Valley, Tennessee. Much to her consternation, Sienna’s most frequent savior is a ridiculously handsome, charming, and cheeky Park Ranger by the name of Jethro Winston.
Sienna is accustomed to high levels of man-handsome, so it’s not Jethro’s chiseled features or his perfect physique that make Sienna stutter. It’s his southern charm. And gentlemanly manners. And habit of looking at her too long and too often.
Sienna has successfully navigated the labyrinth of Hollywood heart-throbs. But can she traverse the tenuous trails of Tennessee without losing her head? Or worse, her heart?
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
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I'm still new to Penny Reid's books and quite honestly am in love with her new and witty approach on romance novels.
Grin and Beard It is the second in the Winston Brothers series and is my favorite installment thus far.
Jethro and Sienna were a perfect match and complimented each other effortlessly. They were so natural.
Sienna, man, I adored her. She doesn't allow stereotypes or quotas define her and is a prime example of a strong and confident individual out to be. She made me feel more insecure in my own shoes, as I myself, am not a model thin type of gal, and made me own up to my own flaws and insecurities and re-evaluate them in a positive and laugh out loud point of view.
And Jethro. A man with his own set of dilemmas, he isn't your overly melodramatic character that would grate on your nerves. I HATE those drama lama male and female leads.
And Jethro. A man with his own set of dilemmas, he isn't your overly melodramatic character that would grate on your nerves. I HATE those drama lama male and female leads.
What worked for Jethro was his uncanny frankness and honesty about things. He knows he hasn't had a squeaky clean past but his trying his best to turn over a new leaf.
I highly recommend anyone pondering to take a chance on this series to do so. You will not be disappointed!! I mean, how can you pass up a novel that will not only will have you grinning and chuckling to yourself? But also, utterly captivating and continuously intriguing?
Gals, take my word for this. One click this baby now.
My Rating:
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☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
And then he was going to lick it off.
And then we were going to kiss.
And then . . . good things after that. Hopefully including but not limited to rolling around and making out on the carpet. And then sex!
Holding Jethro’s eyes with mine, which were heavily lidded and hot with interest, I took a small bite, careful to dab the side of my mouth with the frosting.
But then something unexpected happened and it startled me out of my sexy thoughts.
The doughnut was insanely delicious.
Insanely. Delicious.
It was still warm from the oven, and it melted on my tongue. It was sweet, but tempered by a center filled with rich, smooth, bitter high-quality chocolate crème.
Unable to help myself, I moaned, “Oh my God.”
Jethro’s lips quirked to the side, his eyes on my mouth, and—right on cue—he leaned forward. “You have something just there.”
I ignored him, swatting his hand away, and took another bite, speaking around a mouth full of heaven on earth. “Holy shit, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Jethro rolled his lips between his teeth, his eyes bright with laughter, and watched me devour the doughnut.
I continued to moan with each bite, licking and sucking my fingers until it was gone. Completely preoccupied, I didn’t notice the shift in his mood. I was just about to lick off the last of the crème when he caught my wrist, forcing my attention to him. My protest died on my lips as the weight and intensity of his gaze hit me. He looked hungry.
To be more precise, he looked ravenous.
Jethro brought my finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the junction between my index and middle finger. The light, slick touch sent unexpected trembles to my low belly and pulled a soft whimper from the back of my throat.
“As I was saying,” his darkened gaze drifted hotly from my eyes to my lips, and he used my hand as leverage to tug me forward, “you have something . . .”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead he licked the corner of my mouth and then delved his tongue ardently between my lips, caressing mine hungrily. Jethro’s grip on me shifted. His arm came around my waist, supporting me, while my hands cupped his jaw.
In a controlled and graceful movement, he rolled me onto my back, held himself above my body, and claimed my mouth. I felt his fingers on my thigh, sliding the hem of my skirt higher, skimming fingertips between my legs. Instinctively, I arched and strained, wanting to be touched, needing him to touch me.
“Undo your shirt,” he ordered, pulling his mouth from mine and fastening it to my neck.
“Why don’t you—”
“Because I’ll rip it off.”
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