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Beauty and the Mustache by Penny Reid
Series: Knitting in the City #4 (full reading order below)
Release Date: August 28th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Humor, Romance
There are three things you need to know about Ashley Winston: 1) She has six brothers and they all have beards, 2) She is a reader, and 3) She knows how to knit.
Former beauty queen, Ashley Winston’s preferred coping strategy is escapism. She escaped her Tennessee small town, loathsome father, and six brothers eight years ago. Now she escapes life daily via her Amazon kindle one-click addiction. However, when a family tragedy forces her to return home, Ashley can’t escape the notice of Drew Runous— local Game Warden, bear wrestler, philosopher, and everyone’s favorite guy. Drew’s irksome philosophizing in particular makes Ashley want to run for the skyscrapers, especially since he can’t seem to keep his exasperating opinions— or his soulful poetry, steadfast support, and delightful hands— to himself. Pretty soon the girl who wanted nothing more than the escape of the big city finds she’s lost her heart in small town Tennessee.
This is a full-length novel, can be read as a standalone, and is the fourth book in the ‘Knitting in the City’ series.
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Now here’s an excerpt from Beauty and the Mustache! ❤
“Fine. You want to know my type?”
He half nodded, half shrugged, but his eyes were bright and betrayed his interest. “Sure.”
“Okay.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “My type has a romantic soul. He’ll make my brain and my heart fight over who gets him first. He does what’s right, even when it’s not easy—actually, especially when it’s not easy. He knows the value of discipline, education, honor, and restraint. And his strength of character is the only thing that outweighs the strength of his love for me.”
Drew’s eyes flickered across my face as I spoke. The earlier sobriety in his gaze sharpened; otherwise, he held perfectly still.
I readied myself to be mocked. But it didn’t come.
Several seconds passed during which we regarded each other like two wary statues. The air grew thick and my neck itched; it felt like a pressing weight on my shoulders. But the heaviness was weighted with a meaning I was likely too tired and aggravated to process.
When I could take no more of his steady silent stare, I added, “That’s my type. You know, fictional.”
I didn’t miss his wince or the way his shoulders bunched at my use of the word fictional, which he found so offensive. I surmised fictional was his least favorite f-word. In response, I gave him a rueful smile.
“Fictional,” he said in a flat, emotionless tone.
I nodded. “That’s right. Fictional.”
“You think no man exists who has honor?”
“You tell me, Nietzsche.”
He wrinkled his nose as though my words gave him a bad taste in his mouth. “Nietzsche wasn’t opposed to honor. He wanted people to challenge established societal norms that suffocate individuality and freedom.”
I shook my head, annoyed that I was now forced to quote Nietzsche. “Okay, you give me no option, Drew. Here’s Nietzsche, and I quote: ‘To strive for honor means to make oneself superior and wish that that also be publicly evident. If the first is lacking and the second nevertheless desired, one speaks of vanity. If the latter is lacking and not missed, one speaks of pride.’ Nietzsche equated honor with pride and vanity.”
Drew stared at me, his eyes filled with wonder. “How did you…?”
“Of course you’re surprised. You think women are cows.” While he was distracted, I picked up my fork and nabbed a large bite of his pecan pie. It was good pie, and if he wasn’t going to eat it then I would.
Just for fun, I said, “Moo.”
At length Drew released a long-suffering sigh that ended with a laugh. He shook his head, staring at me like I was a fascinating new species. I liked how his white teeth were framed by his lips and beard when he grinned. I hated that I noticed.
“Your ability to quote Nietzsche verbatim is incredibly annoying,” he finally admitted.
“Is it?” I lifted my eyebrow and stole another bite of his pie, pausing before I stuffed my face to say, “Or is it fantastic?”
“It’s fantastic…” he mumbled, his eyes lowering to my mouth, “…and sexy.”
Reading Order: Knitting in the City series
#1 ~ Neanderthal Seeks Human: Ebook • Paperback • Goodreads
#1.5 ~ Neanderthal Marries Human: Ebook • Paperback • Goodreads
#2 ~ Friends Without Benefits: Ebook • Paperback • Goodreads
#3 ~ Love Hacked: Ebook • Paperback • Goodreads
#4 ~ Beauty and the Mustache: Ebook • Goodreads
SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).
By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.
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