FEATHERBED BY ANNABETH ALBERT
Release Date: March 15, 2021
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Cover Design: Christine Coffey
When a bookworm on borrowed time meets a younger, free-spirited chicken farmer, sparks and feathers fly…
Harrison Phillip Fletcher, III isn’t supposed to be here. Not in Burlington, Vermont, not running Vino & Veritas, a quaint inclusive bookstore and wine bar, and definitely not still alive, at forty-two. Also not supposed to be here? An unexpected delivery of chickens.
Finn Barnes knows chickens. The burly organic farmer knows all about rare breed poultry, but dealing with a hot, older bookseller is an entirely different matter. City slicker types like Harrison never end up staying in Vermont for the long-term.
They should steer clear of each other. But the flare of attraction is mutual. And somehow amid book discussions and farm tours, they discover plenty in common. Now they’re stealing kisses in Finn’s barn, sneaking out like teens, and burning up the sheets.
What starts as a fling brings very real feelings for two lonely souls, but a future together seems as unlikely as chickens in a bookstore. Feathers may be flying, but learning to trust takes time neither may have. Can they take a leap of faith together before it’s too late?
Featherbed is a stand-alone novel in Sarina Bowen’s World of True North. This opposites-attract, age-gap romance features a low-angst, fluffy—and feathery—romp as a fish out of water discovers the home he never thought he’d find.
“What’s next?” Harrison was so serious that I wasn’t sure whether he
meant us or the shelf project, but I couldn’t resist messing with him a little.
“Screwing,” I deadpanned.
Predictably, Harrison made a sputtering noise. “Pardon?”
“With a drill, Harry.” I held up the trusty cordless I’d retrieved. “With a
“No one calls me Harry.” His mouth pursed. I wanted to kiss it.
Perversely, the more uptight he got, the more I wanted to unravel him.
“Not even your mom?” I found the correct drill bit for the project and
slotted it in.
“Ha.” Harrison had locked his gaze on my hands in a way that made me both self-conscious and more than a little turned-on. “I call her Mom
only because she dislikes the formality of Mother.”
“Whereas you love the formality. I get it. Harry.” I put deliberate emphasis on the nickname, so that I could categorize all the di erent shades of pink and purple he was turning. Besides, it was a good
distraction from how his shrewd eyes made me feel.
“You’re fun to harass.” I grinned at him, which earned me an eye roll in
“I try. Now give me something to do.”
“Okay, okay. Back to work. You can help by measuring to mark each
of the screw holes.”
“Why do construction terms always sound so suggestive?”
“Because you have a dirty mind, Harry.” I gave him an exaggerated
“You better stop that.” He didn’t sound particularly convincing.
“Stop teasing or stop looking at you?” Laughing, I waggled the drill in
his direction. “I’ll remind you that I’m the one holding power tools.”
“So you are.” Harrison kept holding my gaze, eyes soft and expectant behind his glasses, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. In that moment,
he was infinitely appealing and nothing at all like Astin.
Maybe I’d been mistaken in thinking he was a branch of the same tree of rich dudes who had no issues taking what they wanted. Like him, Astin had favored designer clothing, pricey-looking watches, and the same luxury brand car, and had also dropped clues about inheritances. But unlike Astin, there was a certain humility to Harrison, and he didn’t try to tell me how to do my job.
Oh, Harrison was still a city slicker, and probably not sticking around, but he wasn’t an entitled asshole either. He wanted to kiss me. That want was all over his face, but so was his restraint. As with the woodworking, he’d let me lead. He’d wait for me to make my move and didn’t have a ready arsenal of slick lines. His uncertainty was perhaps the most charming
thing about him.
And so, still meeting his eyes, I set the drill back down on the
workbench. “No power tools now. You still want to shut me up?”
I stepped closer, in case he had any doubt as to my intent. He smelled good. Expensive, like someone had married delicate herbs and leather scents in an aftershave that probably cost more than a year’s
supply of my soap.
“Yeah. I think I do.” His cultured voice had gone husky, but still
contained that vulnerability I found so damn intoxicating.
“Show me.” Touching the sleeve of his wa e-knit sweater, I turned him toward me. There. I’d made my move. The next was his.
Featherbed is a cute romance and the first book in the Vino and Veritas series.
Really loved the small town setting, with the farm and chickens and the bookstore. Finn and Harrison were such great characters! Finn is so strong and dependable and Harrison is kind, helpful and understanding. And together they are perfect.
This is a very low angst novel writtennin dual POV and I love that instead of an over the drop drama, they resolve the issues by talking! I was pleasantly surprised by they both admitted their mistakes.
It also has a friends with benefits to lovers trope and I really adored it! So if you’re looking for a light hearted, cute and sexy romance with chickens and small towns, definitely pick this up!
*ARC provided by the author via Heart Eyes Press in exchange for an honest and unbiased review