Monday 2 August 2021

๐Ÿ’œ BUSY BEAN #5 ⭐️ Steamy Small-Town Series - Standalones ⭐️ #Excerpt ๐Ÿ’œ

 ©  Bianca ✰ Janeane 

The New Busy Bean Cafรฉ Series is a complete standalone series, but it is part of the new World of True North Series and slightly connected aka a spin-off to Sarina Bowen's True North Series!
So if you're weird like us - read Sarina's #Bittersweet first ☺

• Book #5 in the Busy Bean Series
 • 2 August 2021
• Standalone (mature) Sexy Small-Town Romance

4.233 Stars

Who does that sexy silver fox think he is, sitting in her spot in the Busy Bean Cafe?


Over forty, with zero filter, Rita Kaplan loves her coffee, her hiking boots, and her law practice. Life hasn’t always been carefree, though, and Rita’s past holds the scars of poor decisions after deep loss. She survived, though, and no smirky silver fox is going to get in the way of her happiness. Even if he knows how to use his drill, screwdriver, and every other tool in his box to tempt her . . .


Former arson investigator Jake Drummond could add ex-con to his resume if he had one. Instead, he’s serving the final year of his sentence on probation. This involves mandatory AA meetings, hosted by a feisty local attorney, and working on a renovation project, supervised by the same annoyingly attractive whirlwind, who also believes she owns the exclusive rights to a comfy couch in his new favorite coffee shop. Soon she’s everywhere, including the few places she shouldn’t be--like in his bed and in his heart.


Can opposites lower their walls and construct something everlasting . . . or will their connected past lead to demolition for two hearts in need of a rebuild.

ARC received for an honest review
Yes! A book that has characters closer to my age than younguns who I could have birthed! 

And I loved that we get mature problems and issues, and mature reactions - thank god there was none of this stupid miscommunciation crap we get in so many books.
I want a silver fox like Jake in my life.
And go Rita - pulled in so many directions, but goes after what she wants.
She and Jake are both fighting their pasts whilst trying to forge a future.
They are cute and adorable and I just loved them so much.
Another great addition to the World of True North / Busy Bean collection

Rita + Jake

Both are in their early forties. Rita is a lawyer and works for a not-for-profit house-building company on the side. A few years ago she lost her fiancรฉ and since then she hasn't been tempted by any guy.
Enter Jake. He's just freshly out of jail - seven years for a fire he didn't cause!
And now he needs to work for this construction charity for a year as part of his probation.
Insta hatey attraction between those two ... 


Well .. that was adorable.
Just like the first LB Dunbar book in the True North World, I loved that this was a mature romance. I long ago out-aged all those young romance stories -  with people in their twenties or even thirties. Even though I still love to read them! ๐Ÿคฃ

This book was really cute and funny and sparky. But also a bit too sad and heartbreaking! I don't like when my lovelies are sick - in this case Rita is a recovered alcoholic. I don't want people in books to have more issues than the usual book-romance-world-drama.

But still - I really liked reading this ... 
but also... just like the only other Dunbar book I've read.... I didn't love LB's overuse of the word AS. In this weird British use of it. Like: I couldn't come to the meeting, AS I was having to go the bathroom all morning. Know which AS I mean? No idea why this bothers me so much, but I just hate it - it makes me mad! I highlighted so many of those again.
But don't worry - that's just me and my weird book fetishes! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Like I always say when it comes to books in the True North World: I could read these kinds of books every day for the rest of eternity!
And I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!

Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!

STUDFINDER was an adorable mature love story! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Jake - he'll be sold out in no time!


“You,” I hiss, glaring at the most annoying man I’ve ever met, and I’ve met plenty of annoying men. Of course, not all of them were hunky, smirky, sexy silver foxes, but that was neither here nor there. I am standing here, and he is sitting there. “You are in my spot.”

This is the third time this week he’s encroached on my couch in the Busy Bean Cafรฉ, and three strikes mean you’re out, handsome.

Taking a moment, the offender blinks before narrowing his bluest-of-blue-eyes and glares back at me. For a second, I wonder if I have something on my face. Maybe chocolate in the corner crease of my lips or lettuce in my teeth from lunch.

What the frick is he staring at?

Then he blinks again and slowly leans forward. His arm-porn-worthy forearms rest on his wide-spread thighs as he glances up at me. Since I think he’s about to stand from the place where he’s perched, I speak.

“Thank you.” My mother taught me manners, even if I sometimes lack the use of them. Especially on this occasion, where a hunky, smirky, sexy silver fox who is the most annoying man I’ve ever met is sitting in my spot on the plush peach couch in my favorite coffee shop.

He stops moving at my gratitude and turns his head slowly left to right. Then he swivels at the waist right to left, exaggerating his motions as if he’s searching for something over his shoulders. Did he forget something? Did he drop his phone? His hand moves to his side and smooths over the velvety cushion, stroking it like the soft texture is a pleasure fabric or a preferred pet. My mouth waters for some reason because his movements might match that of him caressing a woman, taking his time to sculpt along her thighs. Maybe glide over her backside. Stroke the inside of her legs and . . .

“Just what are you doing?” He’s taking too long to move it.

“I’m looking for a sign that says this seat is taken.” Turning that edgy face upward, beaming those blue headlights at me, he crooks the corner of his mouth in the smirkiest of smirks. “But as I don’t see one, nor do I see your name on this couch, I think I’ll stay.”

He falls back against the couch as if he’s dropping onto a mattress, tossing himself down into the fluffiest of pillows to catch his hard body in a cushion of heaven. His arms stretch wide to encompass the length of the couch back. He even sighs. A long, lush, deep groan of pleasure emits from him while his eyes close for a second. Then he inhales. When his lids flip open, he spears me in place. That does not stop my mouth.

“Look, handsome, this is my spot. Everyone knows it’s my spot. Think Norm in Cheers, where everybody knows his name. This is where I sit.” I shouldn’t have called him handsome. He probably already knows he is. In fact, I’m certain he knows he’s good-looking. I don’t know how he even faces himself in the mirror every morning. He’s that good-looking.

“I’m curious if everyone is always glad you came . . .” His eyes narrow at me, and I ignore the emphasis he’s put on a certain term. I will not fall for these kinds of wordplay games, nor will I falter under the curl of his sassy mouth. Even the crinkle of his nose as he annunciated that word was hot.

“Of course, they’re always glad I’m here, occupying my spot.” My voice hardens as my fists clench at my sides. I’ve had a day, and I just want to sit in my happy place and sip some coffee. Is the Busy Bean the most convenient spot for me to haunt? No, it is not, but I’ve been to worse places—been there, done that—and I will not be going back. I live halfway between Colebury and Montpelier, where my law office is located, and coming here is out of my way most days. But today is one of those days when I need my spot and a good cup of dark roast, and I do not need this hunky, smirky, sexy silver fox glaring back at me or his fine backside taking up residency on my couch.

Get a grip, Rita.

Technically, I don’t own the couch or the right to claim this space as mine. The Busy Bean Cafรฉ is owned and operated by Audrey Shipley and Zara Rossi, both excellent businesswomen. They’ve taken this quaint location on the old gin mill property and made it into something special. With brick-red walls and chalkboard painted beams overhead, the creaking wooden floors and eclectic mixture of furniture begs a person to come in and linger, which is what I do—often. Not to mention, the coffee is divine. The dark roast is a special blend introduced to the place a while back and the addition of delicious cupcakes on the menu from Oh, For Heaven’s Cakes makes this place more than just a coffeehouse. It’s heaven in Vermont.

It’s my heaven, and the devil himself is sitting here.

Jake Drummond is his name, actually, but that’s semantics to me. He’s quickly becoming a huge thorn in my side.


Books by Sarina Bowen:

๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ True North Book #1 ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ

๐Ÿณ️‍๐ŸŒˆ Wes & Jamie ๐Ÿณ️‍๐ŸŒˆ

Good Boy

The Company Book #1

Hockey #6


YA Rockstar Romance-ish


Sarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college.

Waiting for more Ivy Years? You can read more about upcoming volumes in the four book series at

Also, the Gravity series.

Sarina enjoys skiing, espresso drinks and the occasional margarita. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

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