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No one is better at surviving than Scarlet St. Claire and making the best out of circumstances beyond her control is Scarlet\u2019s specialty. In an apocalyptic situation, she\u2019d be the last person on earth, hermitting like a pro, singing along to her CD Walkman, and dancing like no one is watching. <\/span><\/p>\n

Scarlet is clever, Scarlet is careful, and Scarlet is smart . . . except when it comes to Billy Winston.<\/span><\/p>\n

No one is better at fighting than Billy Winston and raging against his circumstances\u2014because nothing is beyond his control\u2014is Billy\u2019s specialty. In an apocalyptic situation, he\u2019d be the first person on earth to lead others to safety, overcome catastrophe, or die trying. <\/span><\/p>\n

Billy is fearless, Billy is disciplined, and Billy is honorable . . . except when it comes to Scarlet St. Claire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018Beard With Me\u2019 is the origin story of Billy Winston and Scarlet St. Claire (aka Claire McClure) and is just the beginning of their epic love story.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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<\/td>\nOh, this book. Penny said time and time again that she would break our hearts with this story. That it was not a romance, but a love story. I went in this book knowing all of this, knowing all that I already knew reading all of her books before this one. This being a prequel, we already know the characters, we think we already know their past. How wrong I was. This book was heartbreaking from the first page to the last one. But at the same time, this book is hope. Hope that good people in the world can make a difference. Hope that we can see a different end after all. It’s also the proof that Penny is a master of her world and you can see all the clues she left in all her books and how everything comes together. If you have read the other Winston books, please read this one, even tough we know it’s not the end of Scarlet and Billy’s story, but it’s a necessary path to the end. Is it already November so I can devour the next book?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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*Scarlet*<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to leave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. That would be best, a wise voice said between my ears.<\/span><\/p>\n

So of course I inhaled deeply and said as calmly as I could manage, \u201cI thought we were going to go get firewood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Good.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut then,\u201d I blurted, flustered and irritated with myself for not speaking wisdom, \u201cYou should go. You can\u2019t tell me carting firewood back and forth between your house and here is how you want to spend the last of your Thanksgiving weekend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say it was.\u201d He began making his way up the incline.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you just said\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow about we make a deal.\u201d Billy dropped the kindling next to my little woodpile, dusting his hands off on his pants. \u201cI\u2019ll cart the firewood, and you sing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to serenade you while we carry firewood?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He smiled, slow and easy as he walked to me and reached out his hand. On autopilot, I accepted it and allowed him to help me up.<\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as I was standing, his gaze moved from my hairline down to my nose, lips, and then chin, saying quietly, \u201cI\u2019ll take a serenade from you anytime.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Thunk ka-thunk. That was my heart. It had been doing the thunk ka-thunk quite a lot around him. I ignored it, because what else could I do?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re not carrying the wood.\u201d He tugged on my hand, pulling me out of my daze and past my tent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI will too carry wood.\u201d Struggling to find my bearings, I stumbled after him. \u201cI can carry logs just fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll carry a log.\u201d Billy fit his fingers between mine, pressing our palms together and grinning at me like he was waiting for me to argue and he couldn\u2019t wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

Snapping my mouth shut, I glared at him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing to say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Maintaining my glare, I walked next to him. I wasn\u2019t being led anywhere I didn\u2019t wish to go. Not anymore. He wasn\u2019t talking me into anything else.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s an awfully mean look, Scarlet.\u201d His grin grew, his brutally attractive eyes glowing happily as he peered down at me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you deserve it. Always trying to tell me what I can and can\u2019t do. I\u2019m not arguing with you about this. I\u2019m carrying as much wood as I want and you can take your stupid, chauvinistic opinions and shove them up your pretty-boy ass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Goodness. Where had that come from?<\/span><\/p>\n

Billy\u2019s steps faltered and his mouth fell open, his eyebrows rising high on his forehead. He stared at me, looking shocked as hell. And then in the next moment, he threw his head back and laughed. But he did not let go of me, instead bringing my knuckles to his chest as his deep, rumbly laughter filled the empty spaces between the trees, surrounding us.<\/span><\/p>\n

Crushing me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. I was well and truly crushed as I could only watch Billy Winston laugh, desperately basking in the image of him so delighted and relaxed. I had the odd sense that his laughter also filled the empty spaces inside of me, the neglected, vacant rooms, and even a few places that felt brand-new, like he\u2019d created them.<\/span><\/p>\n

All that noble honesty he carried around like a boulder abruptly lifted, revealing him. Just him. Carefree and young and happy. Someone he might\u2019ve been if his burdens hadn\u2019t been so heavy, his responsibilities so broad.<\/span><\/p>\n

It lasted only a minute, maybe two, maybe less, but I had the sense of being caught afterward. Billy\u2019s laughter had receded, but he\u2019d spun a web while I\u2019d been staring at him, holding his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

His grin became smaller and he bit his bottom lip, his gaze dropped to my mouth. \u201cYou think I\u2019m pretty?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know you\u2019re pretty,\u201d I said, bizarrely out of breath, rattled, needing to anchor my focus to a tree beyond him and waging war against the heat climbing up my neck to my cheeks. Oddly, my eyes stung. I blinked.<\/span><\/p>\n

His attention was still on me. I felt it, but I didn\u2019t dare look at him. I couldn\u2019t handle one of Billy Winston\u2019s intense stares right now. He\u2019d probably use my scattered wits to his advantage, talk me into something I shouldn\u2019t want to do, and then I\u2019d be kicking myself later.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d he asked, his voice deep with concern, all trace of his earlier humor gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

I huffed, trying half-heartedly to steal my hand back from him. He didn\u2019t let it go, instead taking my tugging as a signal to step closer, filling my vision.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cScarlet\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you ever going to teach me how to play the guitar?\u201d I closed my eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer right away, and I felt him hesitate, his mind work before he muttered, \u201cIt\u2019s only been a week.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A quality to his voice made me think he wasn\u2019t answering the question I\u2019d asked, but rather he was reminding himself that it had only been a week since we\u2019d struck the deal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was that only last week? Why does it feel like so much has changed?<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he said, \u201cDon\u2019t be angry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not angry.\u201d I was muddled, my head and heart hurt, I was incredibly confused, but I wasn\u2019t angry.<\/span><\/p>\n

The air shifted and I felt him move closer. A second later, the fingers of his free hand were at my ear, tucking my hair behind it, his fingertips lingering at my neck, sending wave after wave of goose bumps every which way. I couldn\u2019t breathe. I couldn\u2019t swallow. I couldn\u2019t think. Every nerve in my body strained toward him and I didn\u2019t understand it. What is happening?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever been kissed, Scarlet?\u201d<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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