“Fans of swoony love stories with strong female leads putting alpha males in their place will adore this book!”- Katie Ashley, New York Times bestselling author
Prose Before Bros, an all-new opposites attract romance from Cathy Yardley, is available now!
Title: Prose Before Bros
Author: Cathy Yardley
Series: Green Valley Library #3
Genre: Adult romantic comedy
Release Date: November 5th, 2019
Publisher: SmartyPants Romance
Source: E-galley from Social Butterfly PR which did not influence my opinion
My rating: 4.5 stars
I’ll once again reiterate how much I’m loving this series and all the ways we get to go back into the Green Valley world and be a part of it. To meet all these new characters and see them interacting with the main characters from other books in the series is fun as well. As much as I say I don’t like MC romances, I did actually enjoy a bit of seeing Drill try to find his way out of the Wraiths and getting a little bit of a peek into that organization now that all the big names we know from the Winston Brothers series have made their exits. Now, hand over the next book in the series please, I’m ready for it!
“Tell me: what kind of books do the men you sleep with read?”
She blinked. Not what she expected him to say. She felt herself smile, slowly. “It’s not like I have a required reading list,” she said, then paused. “Although now that you mention it, that’s not a bad idea.”
He chuckled. “Probably classics, or ‘literature’, or whatever smart people read,” he said, and there was a note of self-deprecation that somehow broke Thuy’s heart. She quickly shook her head.
“I don’t read a lot of lit fic — nothing too snobby,” she said. “I mean, I don’t just read literature or classics, although I appreciate them. I read lots of genre fiction, too. Romance, sci-fi, fantasy, mystery, thrillers. I think it’s important to read outside of your comfort zone: different authors, different experiences. I have comfort reads, too, but I… well, if you hadn’t guessed, I read all the time,” she finally said, as she realized she was rambling.
He was staring at her like she was something brand new, something he’d never experienced before. She felt embarrassed, and quickly finished her drink.
“You know,” he said, his voice tinged with amused surprise, “I don’t think I’m as passionate about anything as you are about books.”
She let out a half-laugh. “They are my favorite thing ever. They gave me a place to go when my life was shitty, and they have continually given me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I read every single day. They’re my lifeline.”
“Now I envy you,” he said, and she got the feeling he wasn’t just bullshitting her — he sounded like he meant it. “What do you think a guy like me should read?”
She felt warmth, and it had nothing to do with the amaretto she’d consumed. This was the sort of challenge she loved. She scooted a little closer, so they could talk over the music without yelling. “What kind of movies do you like? What kind of stories?”
By the end of their talk, nearly two hours had gone by. She found out he liked adventure stories, and that he liked stories with justice and questionable heroes and things that had puzzles. She could think of several books, across several genres, and started to list them all.
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, holding up a hand. “I’m not going to be able to remember all of them. Which one of those is your favorite?”
She paused, thinking about it. “For a true book junkie,” she said slowly, “that’s like asking ‘which one is your favorite child?’ or ‘what appendage would you like to keep?’”
He laughed, and she smiled back at him.
“But, based on what you’ve told me,” she said, “I’d say The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll read it.”
She must’ve looked skeptical, because he chuckled.
“I mean it. I’ll give it a try.”
“It’s like seven hundred pages long,” she warned him.
His eyes widened, then he shrugged. “Okay, it may take a little while. But hell, I’m game.”
He was silent for a long moment, staring into her eyes. She squirmed as the heat from his gaze seemed to seep into her very bones.
“Do you really not know?” he asked, so matter-of-factly that she felt like an idiot.
He’s volunteering to read a book for you.
She felt heat suffuse her cheeks. That might be the single sexiest thing a guy had ever offered to do for her.