Be it a little scruff or a full length beard, there’s nothing more attractive than a man with a well-groomed face. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy. Devoted. Lose yourself in this tantalizing collection of original short stories by your favorite romance authors in support of a great cause. Hipster CEO, bartender, best friend, baseball player—just to name a few—these men all have one thing in common: they’re bearded for your pleasure and deliver one hell of a happy ever after.
All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Movember Foundation, an organization that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate and testicular cancer as well as other men’s health initiatives.
Written by Alexis Alvarez, Faith Andrews, M. Andrews, Jeannine Colette, Hayley Faiman, Angelita Gill, Ace Gray, Ruthie Henrick, Scott Hildreth, Evie Lauren, Jerica MacMillan, R.C. Martin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Leslie McAdam, Maria Monroe, Adrienne Perry, J. Quist, Renee Rose, Kacey Shea, Martha Sweeney, and Tom Sweeney.
Cover design by Jessica Hildreth, cover model Jacob Rodney-Model and photography by Wander Aguiar.
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For only $0.99, and all proceeds going to The Movember Foundation to benefit men’s health, this charity anthology brings you twenty-one original short stories from your favorite romance authors; some hot, others sweet, and a few ultra-steamy… but all bearded for your pleasure.
She sighed with envy, then went down the back steps and roamed around the massive backyard, when she heard the buzzing of an engine in the distance. Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, she saw a boat heading to shore.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Justin.
At the helm of a cruiser boat, wearing a blue flannel shirt unbuttoned with its tails flapping behind him, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, was the ruggedly handsome owner and CEO of It’s Handled.
Not only was he smart as a whip and insanely successful, he was also hotter than a ghost pepper, and probably just as dangerous to touch…and taste.
Dios mío. He’d grown a beard.
He didn’t appear to see her while he switched off the engine, jumped onto the dock, and pulled the boat over to secure it.
She swallowed, heart beginning to pound, neck heating up, breath shortening. Justin’s two-month absence somehow made her forget that being in his general vicinity evoked physical reactions she could never control.
What the hell was she going to say to him? Why was she there, exactly? Justin had a low tolerance for people who came to him unprepared, or for those who spoke impulsively. That wasn’t him. Every word out of his mouth seemed to come out as though he thought of them five minutes before you finished speaking.
He hopped down, swiped his hands on his cargo shorts, and headed in her direction with that notable swagger. Then he looked up, and halted.
Those soulful, hazel eyes locked with hers. There was no surprise. No shock.
She raked her gaze over him, raising a brow at his...casual appearance.
At the office, he never appeared unkempt. Every day he wore his signature vests, ties, and custom-made shirts. The poster child for the hipster entrepreneur. Yet, he was just as devastating in a flannel shirt and shorts that looked like they’d been plucked from a crate at a fisherman’s market.
The outfit made him look boyish, but his expression was hard as volcanic glass. “Antonia. How the hell did you find me?”
