A quirky and buoyant romance that’ll captivate and enthrall…
First of all, can I just start by saying how much I just ADORE the covers for this series… they make me so happy. Seeing them never fails to make me feel as warm as sunshine and happy as Larry. Which actually truly reflects not just Juliette Poe’s writing style, but also the essence of romances in the series. If you haven’t read Ain’t he Precious? (book #1) you need to be doing that, but you don’t need to read it in order to enjoy the ever loving crap out of Stubborn as a Mule. Juliette Poe’s (Sawyer Bennett) Sex ad Sweet Tea series is made up of interconnected standalones that follow the Mancinkus’ siblings journeys to love.
From the moment I met Lowe Mancinkus in Ain’t he Precious? I just knew that I was going to love his story. His bullheadedness toward Melinda was not just amusing, but also promised not just sparks… but fireworks! They are like oil and water. One never gives for the other, they never blend into each other and although, solely, they may not be the prettiest of characters— together they really are stunning. Together, like oil and water, they can make rainbows. Sawyer Bennett really has created two characters that although complete opposites, they complement each other and make each other swoony. Lowe is strong willed and stubborn, but he also has a brilliantly big heart and he is the stuff that little girls’ Prince Charmings are made of. Melissa on the other hand is sassy and somewhat serious, she has a stiffness to her that although doesn’t make her unlikeable— it does make her a little unapproachable. HOWEVER, she is feisty and down to earth and gives as good as she gets. I absolutely LOVED Lowe and Melissa’s banter. It was hot and sweet and at full of wit.
I absolutely loved Stubborn as a Mule. The story development was bang on the money. It is slow burn, intense, scorching hot romance at its best! I couldn’t put this book down and when I reached the end I was truly sad that it was over. The writing style that Sawyer Bennett has adapted under her alter-ego, Juliette Poe, is refreshing and buoyant. It really puts you at ease with the story and the quirky characters. Quite frankly the whole book was nothing short of luscious. It was captivating and enthralling and it was every bit as delectable as an ice cream on hot Summer’s day! I really cannot wait for the next book in this fabulous series, and the sooner I get it in my hands the better. I am so desperate to read Laken Mancinkus’ story that I would very well consider selling my soul…
About the Book
Down in Whynot, NC, there are three things that hold true: 1) life moves just a little bit slower, 2) family means everything, and 3) you don’t mess with history.
When his family decides to sell a home that’s been part of their history for over a century, Lowe Mancinkus is madder than a hornet. To add insult to injury, the woman who purchased it is some fancy pants, city girl looking to fix it up and sell it off. Doesn’t matter that she’s sexy as hell or that just being near her gets his blood racing like never before. That home belongs to his family, or at least it did until she came to town.
Well that just won’t do, now will it?
From the moment that she laid eyes on the historical home in rural North Carolina, Melinda Rothschild knew Mainer House was something special. The perfect escape from life in New York City, Melinda signed the papers and set to work restoring the house to its natural beauty. That is until an angry Lowe showed up on her doorstep one day. With a scowl on his handsome, chiseled face. And a shotgun in his strong, muscular arms.
Is it getting hot in here?
Melinda’s about to get a lesson on life in the south, but Lowe is about to learn a lesson of his own – this city girl doesn’t back down from a fight.
“Looking good, Lowe Mancinkus,” I hear a woman call out as I stretch upward to paint the top of the frame around the window. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I see Lynette Carnes getting ready to walk into Sweet Cakes across the street. She’s our town’s very own Daisy Duke. By that, I mean she struts around in miniscule jean shorts, high heels, and a sleeveless blouse tied off just underneath her very ample chest.
She’s definitely nice to look at, although she doesn’t have much going on above the cleavage.
“Morning, Lynette,” I call back. “Lookin’ good yourself.”
She grins and blows a kiss at me before walking into Larkin’s shop.
The front door opens and Mely steps out onto the porch, carrying a cup of coffee. There’s no doubt in my mind she witnessed that exchange from the other side of the doorway. It’s obvious by the pinched expression she has on her face. Still, she brings the coffee over to me and sets it on the porch rail.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I tell her as I go back to brushing paint over the layer of primer I’d put on a few hours ago. I’d decided to work half a day here at Mainer House, not because I was anxious to get the work done, but because I wanted to be around Melinda Rothschild.
She may not be strutting around in little shorts and a low-cut blouse, but she is most definitely a prettier picture than I’ve ever seen around these parts. She’s wearing a white sundress with a halter top, and her shoulders are lightly tanned with tiny freckles. Her legs are long, bare, and perfectly adorned with nothing more than a pair of simple white sandals. Her silky blonde hair is pulled away from her face at the top of her head and she looks like a breath of fresh air.
Mely leans against the porch rail, crosses her arms low under her breasts, and watches me work for a minute. I wonder if she likes what she sees.
I think so.
There was going to be another kiss last night if Morri hadn’t managed to ruin that little moment. And while I’d never stoop to mention this to Mely, I’m pretty sure he’d been hovering at the top of the stairs, just waiting to ruin it.
“Much better than hot pink,” Mely says as I continue to apply paint to the casing. I have no clue what the hell I was thinking when I painted her house pink. It was an attention getter and since the two people whose attention it got were Mely and Judge Bowe, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out I might have been pulling on her metaphorical pigtails a bit.
“I should have this finished by tomorrow,” I tell her. “Then all will be right again.”
“Odd since it took you a single night to do the damage,” she quips. I don’t look back at her, but I hear the laughter in her voice.
“Well, neon pink isn’t all that easy to cover up,” I tell her with a laugh.
She snickers and I can’t believe she was trying to get me thrown in jail last week. My how the mighty have fallen.
“When in Rome and all that,” Mely says and I turn to look at her from my perch on the ladder. She jerks her chin over her shoulder in the direction of Sweet Cakes. “Is that the standard southern girl uniform?”
Chuckling, I cut my eyes over to Sweet Cakes where sexy Lynette just disappeared into. I’m not about to tell Mely that I have actual carnal knowledge about that southern girl, even if it was back in my younger years.
Looking back to Mely, I take in her stylishly sweet dress that doesn’t reveal much but is still sexy at the same time. Giving her a wink, I say, “There’s nothing standard about you, Melinda Rothschild, so I’m advising you to stay away from that look. I think you’re mighty fine just the way you are.”
About the Author
Juliette Poe is the sweet and swoony alter ego of New York Times Best Selling author, Sawyer Bennett.
A fun-loving southern girl, Juliette knows the allure of sweet tea, small towns, and long summer nights, that some of the best dates end sitting on the front porch swing, and that family is top priority. She brings love in the south to life in her debut series, Sex & Sweet Tea.
When Juliette isn’t delivering the sweetest kind of romance, she’s teaching her southern belle daughter the fine art of fishing, the importance of wearing Chucks, and the endless possibilities of a vivid imagination.