Audiobook Blitz: Excerpt from Beard on Tap by Willow Sanders

 

Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for. Readers who love a confident, capable older heroine, romantic tension with payoff, witty banter, and filthy dialogue will consume Beard on Tap by Willow Sanders.

◆ Finn ◆
 
Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn't take her away from me in the next two months, it'll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.
 
 Gemini
 
All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally-- wasn't run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn't decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won't ask for help, but what he doesn't know? I've never backed down from a challenge. Finn's going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we'll find our happily ever after.
 
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Excerpt
Copyright 2025, Willow Sanders
“You found it! I thought it was going to be lost forever!”
You never realize just how addicted to technology you are until you’re without it for a day. Honestly just holding it in my hand made me feel calmer than I had all morning.
“I was out on the porch bar last night, trying to enjoy the quiet of nature and a drink. Each time I’d think I finally found that place of peace when you can just sit back and let your mind unspool, from somewhere in the forest I’d hear EIGHT SIX SEVEN FIVE THREE OH NIIIIIIIIINEEEE---very faintly mind you—but you’d be surprised how far sound carries when nothing else is stirring.”
My cheeks burned. I felt the blood pulsing beneath them in a heartbeat of abject mortification. I took a long swig from my mimosa hoping he’d assume it was a booze flush and nothing more.
“Okay—so I can explain.”
Holy shit, he was completely adorable.
“Please do,” he chuckled, twisting his beard around his fingers. In the light of day, his hair and beard were more auburn than brown. It was such a unique color of red-brown, though, that I couldn’t stop staring.
“I’ve had the same phone number since I was eighteen and heading off to college. It was total happenstance that I got a famous and totally recognizable number. Granted it was the early two thousands and most teenagers didn’t have cell phones yet. But my twin sister and I were leaving for opposite coasts—her to California and me to Rhode Island, my mom wanted to have immediate access to us in an emergency.”
As a chef—especially an award-winning chef—you have to be pretty succinct with situational needs. There has been more than one social occasion that I’ve been charged with being abrupt or snappy. Not intentionally—it’s just how I was trained. However, with Finn sitting across from me, and my x rated mind thinking about all the ways he could bend me over and tell me to do dirty, dirty things—my mouth was a fountain I couldn’t shut off.
“Everyone has always called me “Gemmy” as a pet name. Since the song is Jenny and Gemmy is so sound-similar, it’s been a running joke for nearly twenty years now.”
Of course I would just vomit the fact that I’m just shy of forty. Because that’s a fact I want a stranger to know. Especially a stranger who I can’t stop thinking about in the biblical sense.

About Willow Sanders

A marketer by day, and author by night, Willow Sanders is a best-selling author of sweet with heat Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. She loves to write spunky, take no shit women, and understanding men with a strong side of sarcasm and an extra helping of BDE. When not writing you can find her torn between her loyalty to the Fighting Illini and her husband’s loyalty to Michigan State, bemoaning traffic, feeding her caffeine addiction, and trying to find the connection between her and the Gilmore Girls–because she is certain she is a long-lost family member.

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