Dr. Strange Beard, an all-new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Penny Reid, is available NOW!


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 Winston 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.


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“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?


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?



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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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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by Penny Reid

The Winston brothers are special. Each one in his own quirky way. It’s a feat to give them matching partners, ladies who complement and enhance their multi-dimensional characters and aren’t only accessories but as multi-layered, quirky and strong. Penny Reid does it every single time.

Roscoe is the most sensitive of the lot. Gifted or cursed, depending on the point of view, with a mind that doesn’t let him forget memories – good or bad. One memory in particular has been causing him pain like no other and it’s the reason why he has been avoiding his ex-best friend for ten years. A chance encounter pulls Simone back into his orbit though.

Simone doesn’t have the foggiest idea why her former best friend ghosted her. One day they were friends, next day he didn’t want anything to do with her any longer. So when this beautiful, grown-up version of Roscoe crashes back into her life she wants to know why. She can’t let him in, not now – she missed him too much when he ditched her the first time. And anyway, feelings, emotions aren’t her thing.

I mean, loving someone is a big fucking responsibility. How could I love someone if I couldn’t even decide between Chinese or Thai food when ordering takeout?

What starts between the vet and the FBI undercover agent is a dance around each other, both of them guarding their hearts. It has a bit of everything, the sting of rejection and pain of unrequited love, the grief about a friendship lost, the joy when they rekindle their connection and the sizzle of Roscoe’s and Simone’s physical attraction that becomes a blaze very fast.

Remember Penny Reid when she wrote fade to black bedroom scenes? Yeah, forget it. That Penny is gone and wow can she write steam. Her sex scenes are not just some of the most erotic I’ve read but also some of the most emotional ones.

Both Roscoe and Simone are beautiful characters. Roscoe is tender-hearted when it comes to his childhood friend, considerate and has such a pure soul. He is better than good, you want to keep him safe so that nothing can hurt him. He’s also perfectly happy with the person he is. Roscoe loved to make people feel good and I utterly adored that about him.

But what captured my notice was the way her profile was painted in a silvery outline. I could distinguish each of her eyelashes, the graceful slope of her cheekbone, the line of her jaw, the shape of her lips. The sight stole my breath. She was beauty.

From the beginning to the end there was never a doubt that his childhood friend was IT for him. It was so refreshing to get a hero with an unshakable love for the heroine.

Simone is vivacious, a lively young woman who is more forgiving than I would be. She had every reason to be angry at Roscoe yet she got over it fairly fast. I loved that she didn’t hold on to the grudge for long once she knew his reasons for avoiding her.

But I’d also 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.

One thing I always find amazing in Penny Reid’s books is that she touches on interesting, current topics or sometimes controversial issues that give you food for thought. She always provides more than one point of view and I often find myself nodding and thinking “Wow, I’ve never seen it THAT way” giving me new perspectives through her characters. This time she introduces the very difficult and sensitive topic of racism which shouldn’t be difficult at all. Her approach is tastefully done – I really loved her tact and that she chose a POC as her heroine.

The secret about Jennifer Silvester’s (now Winston) brother is finally lifted and I hope we see a little bit more of that in Billy’s book. Speaking of, Billy is breaking my heart already. The guy needs to get laid and somebody who takes care of his battered soul. I think Claire will do a great job in that department.

Being reunited with the Winstons is always a treat. I wish this family had more brothers, I would read all of their stories. Penny’s words always have a way of settling in my heart and making me want to be the like her characters. Her quirky and smart humor and sweet nature shine through in her stories. When I close one book I start craving the next one, like Scheherazade. That’s the magic of Penny Reid.

He didn’t wait for me to finish before pulling it over his head, his undershirt following, leaving him bare-chested, somehow taller than before, and so fucking magnificent. I mean, ladies. Holy cow. Get thee a Winston, stat!

AMEN to that!


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