Today I am so pleased to welcome Annabeth Albert to Joyfully Jay. Annabeth has come to share an exclusive excerpt from her latest release, Featherbed. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!



Grabbing my hand, Harrison yanked me toward the back of the apartment and into what had to be the bedroom. He flipped on the lights, and I was overjoyed to see a bed, but we didn’t make it there. We were kissing again, clutching at each other, desperate like it hadn’t been a mere twenty seconds since our last kiss. When I pulled away, panting, I caught sight of us in a full-length wooden mirror with intricate beveled edges and spindle legs.

I whistled low. “Oh, now that’s pretty.”

“Yes. It’s antique.” Harrison was halfway between kiss-drunk and ramping up for a history lesson. “I got it at an auction—”

“I meant you.” I spun him slightly so he could see the picture we made. Him all starched and proper, me a little more blue-collar, his paler skin and darker hair a nice contrast to the start of my summer tan. Our relative size difference also looked sexy, his lean frame leaning against my broader one. “Or rather us. In the mirror. See?”

“I see.” Harrison sounded both turned-on and slightly embarrassed, like he wasn’t the most comfortable admiring himself. And that wouldn’t do.

“I’m not sure you do…” I moved so I was more directly behind him, hugging him tightly against me. I dropped kisses on his ear and neck, right above his collar, before I plucked his bow tie loose. “I’ve waited all night to do that.”

“You don’t like it?” Tipping his head back against my shoulder, Harrison invited another neck kiss, which I happily provided.

“I love it. Drives me crazy when you’re all polished and perfect. Makes me want to undress you slowly, exactly like this.”

Undoing his shirt buttons, one by one, I stroked each bit of newly revealed skin.

“Playing valet?” His laugh ended on a sharp inhale as I coasted my fingers over his pebbled nipples.

“See? Who says historicals are a time waster? Maybe I’ve learned all sorts of tricks, my lord.” Opening his shirt more, I bit lightly at his shoulder. “And see how damn hot you look, exactly like this?”

“Pretty sure that’s all your doing. I’ve owned this mirror years, and I’ve never seen its merits quite like this.” He moaned softly when I tweaked one of his nipples.

“Told you. I like undressing you.” Stroking his torso, I let my hands wander lower. “I want to get you off, exactly like this, with you watching.” I cupped him through the fine fabric of his dress pants.


featherbed coverWhen 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 True North world. 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.


Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter.  In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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