Book Talk - The Beau & The Belle by R. S. Grey

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I asked and received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest review.

Thank you, R. S. Grey, for providing the ARC.

Have you ever found an author that you have never heard of, you take a chance and read one of their books and then wonder why you had not found her earlier? Yes? So you know how I feel right now.

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Rom-Coms are my guilty pleasures and The Beau & The Belle lives up to the hype. It is everything you want in a story - sweet slow burn romance, fun, witty dialogue. The characters Lauren and Beau are strong and lovable with fantastic chemistry. You are going to fall for Beau Fortier and are going to swoon and melt. 

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The story is fast-paced, and you don’t realize how fast you go through it. Many relatable teenage moments are going to bring a smile to your face for sure. 

I just bought four of the other books by the author and cannot wait to get to them. 


If you are looking for a swoon-worthy rom-com that will leave you in a pool of mush and gooey feeling, this is the one to pick up.

My rating is five stars.



THE BEAU & THE BELLE releases February 1st – but you can pre-order your copy for .99c!



About R.S. Grey:
R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at


Book Blurb:
Beau Fortier starred in most of my cringe-worthy teenage fantasies.

I met him when I was a junior in high school, a time that revolved exclusively around bad hair, failed forays into flirting, and scientific inquiries into which brand of toilet paper worked best for stuffing bras.
That is, until Beau moved into the small guest house just beyond my bedroom window. 
A 24-year-old law student at Tulane, Beau was as mysterious to me as second base (both in baseball and in the bedroom). He was older. Intimidating. Hot. Boys my age had chicken legs and chubby cheeks. Beau had calloused hands and a jaw cut from steel. Our interactions were scarce—mostly involving slight stalking on my end—and yet deep down, I desperately hoped he saw me as more of a potential lover than a lovesick loser.

Turns out, I was fooling myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way. 

Now, ten years later, we’re both back in New Orleans, and guess who suddenly can’t take his eyes off little ol’ me.

My old friend, Mr. Fortier.

But things have changed. I’m older now—poised and confident. My ego wears a bulletproof vest. The butterflies that once filled my stomach have all perished.

When I was a teenager, Beau warned me to guard my heart.

Let’s hope he knows how to guard his.