Monday, June 13, 2016
Grin and Beard It (Winston Brothers #2) by Penny Reid
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?
Can be read as a standalone
"A hot guy who was also capable? Does not compute."
Absolutely adorable! I had so many good laughs!
Sienna Diaz is funny, confident, and sassy. Her attitude in life is one of a kind. She doesn't care that she's considered plus size in Hollywood, and she knows that beauty is only skin deep.
Wildlife Park Ranger, Jethro Winston, had a troubling past. But he changed his ways and made a promise to treat his family right. He also promised himself that the next woman that he'll share a bed with will be his wife. No flings.
Sienna and Jethro's relationship is so refreshing. Grin and Beard It is a story that will make you feel good. I can't wait to read about the other brothers in the Winston family!
Finally releasing her hand, Cletus noted conversationally, “If you come next Wednesday, I’ll let you
try my sausage.”
I gathered a breath for patience and squeezed Sienna’s waist.
“Here we go,” Drew said as he swapped a knowing look with my sister.
Meanwhile, Beau rolled his eyes and released a disgusted snort. “Not this again.”
“Cletus’s famous sausage is famous,” Jess added helpfully, her eyebrows bouncing. She was already
Not missing a beat, Sienna asked, “How do you make it? Do you bake it?”
“No way. The heat isn’t right. In order for the sausage to mature, it needs the right type and application
of heat. It needs heat on all sides, and wet heat is best.”
“You are the worst,” Billy said, though his mouth hitched on one side.
“This joke never gets old.” Jess was now laughing so hard she’d gripped her stomach, tears leaking
from her eyes.
“It does when you have to hear it every month for ten years,” Duane complained, but couldn’t quite
manage a scowl.
“My sausage is no joke.” Cletus frowned, wagging his finger through the air like we were all juveniles.
“So you grill it,” Sienna supplied, moving the conversation back on track.
“Good.” She nodded once, sounding thoughtful. “In that case, I insist you taste my thighs and breasts.”
These words, so calmly and earnestly spoken, rendered us all speechless.
I do believe we stared at Sienna in a collective state of paralyzed suspension, no one quite knowing
how to react to her offer.
I felt her shoulders shake, so I shifted to the side, wanting to catch her expression. Her irresistible
dimples flashed in full force and she giggled as she explained, “I have a great mojo chicken recipe. We
can grill the chicken and sausage together.” Then to Cletus she said, “It’ll help with the wet heat.”
I looked to the heavens, hidden by the porch ceiling. “God, thank you for sending me this woman.”
Meanwhile, Cletus blinked once as though startled, but then a slow grin spread over his typically
Beau, holding his hand over his heart, took the bait. “Sienna, I would be honored to taste your thighs
I shot him a warning glare. “Don’t you say that to her.” But I couldn’t keep my face straight either.
“What? What did I say?” Beau tried to sound and look affronted. “I was talking about her chicken.
Cletus’s grin had grown into an immense smile as his gaze moved over my woman with plain
appreciation. “Well played, Ms. Diaz. Well played.”