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Date read: July 9, 2020
Solving for Pie: Cletus and Jenn Mysteries
1. Engagement and Espionage - Paperback | Kindle
2. Marriage and Murder
3. Home and Heist
4. Baby and Ballistics
Penny Reid
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Synopsis (Goodreads):
So. We have Cletus and Jenn, which is always a treat, but we also have the two of them trying to unravel the mystery of the dead chickens. And by "trying" I mean they're turning their considerable brainpower (and cunning!) toward bringing the wrong-doer to light. It's a wee bit messy and every time they turn around something new seems to be springing up to befuddle them. (Not to mention how often the poor couple get, err, rooster blocked when it comes to canoodling. Seriously. They have phenomenally bad luck at finding uninterrupted time together.)
A town full of familiar faces, a dastardly plot, Cletus donning his buffoon act, Jenn finding her backbone again, and some seriously steamy kisses (not to mention Cletus's attempts to pop the question, which, as you might imagine given it's Cletus doing it, ends up being gloriously odd). I love spending time in Green Valley and I'm positively giddy we get more adventures with the meddlesome Cletus and sweet, brilliant Jenn.
“Don’t stop.” She reached for my belt again, this time completely undoing it, the button of my pants, and my zipper at world-record speed.
Her phone buzzed. Then it chimed. Then it buzzed and chimed two more times. Then it rang again. Reba.
Cursing, Jenn pulled the phone from her pocket, once again her face illuminated, murderous rage in her eyes. Her finger moved to the power off button. She blinked, hesitating. Her eyes widened, her body stiffened, and she gasped.
“Cletus!”
Something about her tone, like she was horrified, and maybe a little afraid, cut through the heavy haze of lust inertia, and my hands stilled. Shaking myself, it took me a few moments to realize she was showing me the phone screen, and another few to bring the content of the text messages into focus.
Momma: Jennifer Anne Sylvester, pick up your phone. If you’re with Cletus, I need his help. Please.
Momma: ALL THE CHICKENS AND ROOSTERS ARE DEAD! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!
Momma: I’m calling you in a second, pick up the phone. Mr. Badcock’s chickens are dead. All of them. I got here and he’s running around, deranged, yelling about his dead chickens! I called the police and they’re on their way. Please, please, please pick up the phone!
At some point, I must’ve taken the phone from Jenn and stepped away, because I glanced up upon reading the messages for the third time, finding the phone in my hand and Jenn fixing her skirt.
“This is nuts.” Her big eyes searched mine imploringly. “Who could have done this?”
I shook my head, having not yet managed to fully shift head gears—you know, from that head to the one on my neck—and my gaze dropped to the wet patch on the front of her dress just visible in the swath of light. My erection throbbed.
So we’re . . . not having sex?
“Why? Why would they do it? And WHO?” She snatched her phone back, her tone bewildered, distracted, and distraught. She was distraught because of the dead chickens, like any normal person would be.
I was distraught also, but my distress had nothing to do with farm animals.
“We have to go.” Jenn grabbed my hand and began walking toward the direction of the hall. Meanwhile, it took me until her hand found the door handle to realize my zipper and belt were still undone.
“This is crazy.” She paused as I zipped up, her tone halting and distracted. “Poor Mr. Badcock. And those poor chickens.” A sound of distress escaped her throat. “This is terrible.”
It was terrible.
And I was going to hell.
Because all I could think was, Talk about a cock block.
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Date read: July 9, 2020
Solving for Pie: Cletus and Jenn Mysteries
1. Engagement and Espionage - Paperback | Kindle
2. Marriage and Murder
3. Home and Heist
4. Baby and Ballistics
Penny Reid
| Website | Twitter | Facebook | Amazon |
Synopsis (Goodreads):
Jennifer Sylvester made her deal with the devil . . . and now they’re engaged!Thoughts on Engagement and Espionage: You know when your favorite characters put in guest appearances in other books and you get kinda giddy about it? And then they you get another chance to spend time with them when they get their own spin-off series? Yep, my favorite devilish, sneaky, vengeance-minded genius is back and I couldn't be happier. (And while I totally love Cletus and his sometimes underhanded ways, I also love how he's trying to be better for Jenn and how Jenn totally accepts that Cletus will be Cletus with all his plans and machinations and plots. In fact, she kinda loves those things about him and I AM SO EXCITED TO GET MORE TIME WITH THESE TWO!)
But all is not well in Green Valley. A chicken choker is on the loose, 61 dead birds most "fowl" need plucking, and no time remains for Jennifer and her devilish fiancé. Desperate to find a spare moment together, Jenn and Cletus’s attempts to reconnect are thwarted by one seemingly coincidental disaster after another. It’s not long before Cletus and Jenn see a pattern emerge and the truth becomes clear.
Sabotage!
Will an undercover mission unmask the culprit? Or are these love-birds totally plucked?
So. We have Cletus and Jenn, which is always a treat, but we also have the two of them trying to unravel the mystery of the dead chickens. And by "trying" I mean they're turning their considerable brainpower (and cunning!) toward bringing the wrong-doer to light. It's a wee bit messy and every time they turn around something new seems to be springing up to befuddle them. (Not to mention how often the poor couple get, err, rooster blocked when it comes to canoodling. Seriously. They have phenomenally bad luck at finding uninterrupted time together.)
A town full of familiar faces, a dastardly plot, Cletus donning his buffoon act, Jenn finding her backbone again, and some seriously steamy kisses (not to mention Cletus's attempts to pop the question, which, as you might imagine given it's Cletus doing it, ends up being gloriously odd). I love spending time in Green Valley and I'm positively giddy we get more adventures with the meddlesome Cletus and sweet, brilliant Jenn.
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Excerpt
“Don’t stop.” She reached for my belt again, this time completely undoing it, the button of my pants, and my zipper at world-record speed.
Her phone buzzed. Then it chimed. Then it buzzed and chimed two more times. Then it rang again. Reba.
Cursing, Jenn pulled the phone from her pocket, once again her face illuminated, murderous rage in her eyes. Her finger moved to the power off button. She blinked, hesitating. Her eyes widened, her body stiffened, and she gasped.
“Cletus!”
Something about her tone, like she was horrified, and maybe a little afraid, cut through the heavy haze of lust inertia, and my hands stilled. Shaking myself, it took me a few moments to realize she was showing me the phone screen, and another few to bring the content of the text messages into focus.
Momma: Jennifer Anne Sylvester, pick up your phone. If you’re with Cletus, I need his help. Please.
Momma: ALL THE CHICKENS AND ROOSTERS ARE DEAD! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!
Momma: I’m calling you in a second, pick up the phone. Mr. Badcock’s chickens are dead. All of them. I got here and he’s running around, deranged, yelling about his dead chickens! I called the police and they’re on their way. Please, please, please pick up the phone!
At some point, I must’ve taken the phone from Jenn and stepped away, because I glanced up upon reading the messages for the third time, finding the phone in my hand and Jenn fixing her skirt.
“This is nuts.” Her big eyes searched mine imploringly. “Who could have done this?”
I shook my head, having not yet managed to fully shift head gears—you know, from that head to the one on my neck—and my gaze dropped to the wet patch on the front of her dress just visible in the swath of light. My erection throbbed.
So we’re . . . not having sex?
“Why? Why would they do it? And WHO?” She snatched her phone back, her tone bewildered, distracted, and distraught. She was distraught because of the dead chickens, like any normal person would be.
I was distraught also, but my distress had nothing to do with farm animals.
“We have to go.” Jenn grabbed my hand and began walking toward the direction of the hall. Meanwhile, it took me until her hand found the door handle to realize my zipper and belt were still undone.
“This is crazy.” She paused as I zipped up, her tone halting and distracted. “Poor Mr. Badcock. And those poor chickens.” A sound of distress escaped her throat. “This is terrible.”
It was terrible.
And I was going to hell.
Because all I could think was, Talk about a cock block.
Meet Penny Reid
Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers, Knitting in the City, Rugby, and Hypothesis 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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