Folk Around and Find Out (Good Folk:Modern Folktales #2) by Penny Reid
Publication Date: October 17th 2022 by Cipher-Naught
Charlotte’s cousin has disappeared, and her family is panicked
so they devise a way to locate her on the downlow by getting information from the
last place she worked, The Pink Pony. Unfortunately, the club is owned by Hank
Weller, a man Charlotte used to have a mad crush on until he stood her up for
her junior prom.
Hank doesn’t want anything to do with Charlotte let alone
hire her to dance at his club. Especially since the town blames Hank for her marriage
failing after Charlotte’s husband ran off with one of the dancers from Hank’s
club. I wasn’t sure how that was his fault, but it did leave Charlotte alone
with four young children to raise.
Of course, even with all their reservations, they end up
working together and are surprised to find they actually respect and like each
other. The begrudging attraction they feel becomes hard to deny or resist.
Charlotte was a breath of fresh air, oblivious to most
things around her, especially gossip, which was no surprise considering she had
four young children to raise on her own and barely had any time for that kind
of thing to register! I appreciated her no
nonsense attitude about people and her commitment to raising her kids right at
the expense of her own happiness if necessary.
Hank was a bit of a Grumpy Gus at first, with not much
patience for anyone but his best friend, Beau Winston. I enjoyed seeing him
soften and change after spending time with Charlotte and her adorable kids. He
absolutely melted my heart with the care and help he gave to Charlotte when she
I have to say one of my all-time favorite characters in Penny
Reid’s romances is Cletus Winston! He is crafty and cutthroat and seems to hold
a secret or ten on just about everyone! He always makes me laugh and I have to
admire his deals and skills! He comes in very handy in this installment.
I love Penny Reid’s brand of romance! Her writing is clever
and hilarious! Hank and Charlotte had oodles of chemistry that made for a satisfying
slow burn, simmer-to-boil kind of romance. Folk Around and Find Out was
pure fun and a definite recommend!
My day hadn’t been great even before she walked in.
I’d just returned from the funeral of my longtime bookkeeper. He’d died from old age in his sleep surrounded by his five kids, loving wife, and eighteen grandchildren while leaving me with a reconciliation mess and this month’s payroll to finish.
My newly trained bartender had sent a manifesto via text message, blaming his decision to quit on my unwillingness to build a dedicated meditation room and give him four paid half-hour breaks per shift to use it.
Three Diamond Whiskey bottles out of the six that had shipped from the distributor were broken in the crate. If you’re keeping score, that’s seven hundred dollars in Tennessee Whiskey and a crime against humanity.
On the plus side, the suit I’d worn to my parents’ funerals fit and I still looked damn good in it.
Of course, I didn’t know the newcomer was her at first. The door opened and closed, same sound as normal no matter who was coming or going. It was a Sunday mid-morning, still early yet for any of the dancers or bouncers and way too early for any customers.
But the moment she turned the corner and came into view, I gritted my teeth. Here we go. What could she want? She better not be selling Bibles.
“Charlotte.” Standing behind the bar, I crossed my arms and sounded unfriendly. She’d caught me restocking paper products and the three surviving bottles of Diamond Whiskey. I was only half finished with my current task, but nowhere near half finished with my task list for the day. I did not have time for pious Charlotte Mitchell.
As a rule, I had time for two types of folks: people I paid, and people who paid me. A small number of exceptions to this rule existed: a few friends from college and in town, like Beau Winston or Patty Lee, and any woman I’d set my mind on seducing, but even then, I made sure the scales remained balanced—give and take, tit for tat, even-steven. Point is, Charlotte was obviously not the former exception, and there was no way she’d ever be interested in becoming the latter.
“Hank.” She didn’t look at me, but she did paste on an obligatory-looking smile that pulled her full lips tight and came nowhere close to her green eyes. Tracking Charlotte Mitchell’s slow approach, I didn’t miss how she took her time and peered around.
I wanted to snark, “Lost? I believe the wallpaper and sanctimony store is closer to downtown.”
Instead, I ground out, “What do you want?”
He needs to get her out of his system. Just once...
Weller doesn’t help people. He leaves that do-gooder nonsense to his
best friend, Beau Winston. Hank does what he wants, when he wants, with
whomever he wants—and Hank does not want to hire Charlotte Mitchell to
be an exotic dancer at his club, The Pink Pony. Sure, he can’t help
noticing the dips and curves of her, how shrewd, smart, and funny she
is, the fire in her hazel eyes. He's always noticed. She’d probably draw
a crowd and entice the regulars. But after Charlotte's messy, public
divorce made Hank’s club out to be the culprit—and made her the single
mother of four kids—he doesn’t need or want any additional bad press
courtesy of Charlotte Mitchell. Or the distraction. Unfortunately for
him, the town’s prettiest charity case doesn’t seem to understand the
meaning of the words nope, no, and never.
Mitchell doesn’t much like Hank Weller. Once upon a time, she used to.
Years ago, she liked him a whole heckofalot despite other folks in town
labeling him as “eccentric” and “nonconformist,” which were polite
southern alternatives to "filthy rich" and "self-centered douchebag."
Her opinion of him changed dramatically after he volunteered to be her
date to junior prom and then promptly stood her up. They haven't so much
as acknowledged each other in over a decade. But a sudden family
emergency means Charlotte needs access to Hank’s club ASAP.
Unfortunately for her, the narcissistic fancy-pants doesn’t seem to
understand the meaning of the words help, generosity, and compassion.
he’s about to find himself schooled. Charlotte is going to teach Hank a
lesson once and for all about basic human decency, whether he likes it
Spoiler alert. . . he likes it. ;-)
Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she writes kissing books. Penny is an obsessive knitter and manages the #OwnVoices-focused mentorship incubator / publishing imprint, Smartypants Romance. She lives in Seattle Washington with her husband, three kids, and dog named Hazel.
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