The Burbs and the Bees

Score: 4/5 Bookmarks

Steam Rating: 🍆🍆🍆 /5

Thank you to Entangled Publishing for my gifted copy of The Burbs and the Bees by Cathryn Fox.

Alyson is a New York socialite, but she's just inherited an orchard and farm in Nova Scotia, and she has a point to prove with her family (and maybe with herself as well). She bet her father her trust fund that she could stick out life on the farm for at least a month. But her father isn't the only one who doesn't think she'll last the month, and there are a few people that have a lot to gain if she doesn't.

Enter Jayden Andrews (Jay to his friends). The two share a near-death experience, which is a hell of a way to meet your hot neighbor.

I didn't love Alyson at first, thinking she really was just a spoiled city brat, but I warmed up to her as the story went on. I pretty much loved Jay from the start. I do love a gruff exterior with a marshmallow center.

What's your favorite romance trope? Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, from different worlds? If so, this book has you covered. And it could hardly be life on the farm without a swarm of bees, an overly friendly llama, pigs named Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner, a guard-rooster named Cluck Norris, a lonely cow, a bar-room rescue parrot with a filthy mouth, and a skunk on the loose. What could possibly go wrong?! 😉

I can’t say much more without giving anything away, so you’re just going to have to read it for yourself. You can grab a copy via the button below.

Synopsis:

I just inherited an apple orchard in Nova Scotia.

That’s definitely a sentence I never would have imagined saying in my life.

I’ve only ever been a socialite from New York, but that orchard is my chance to prove to my family, and myself, that I can do more. Be more. I may not exactly know what I want out of life yet, but I’m determined to stick to something—and no, I’m not talking about the bee farmer next door.

Here’s what I know. If I can’t tough out one full month of a rooster waking me at sunrise, a poolhall parrot with a foul mouth, and a llama that swings both ways, not only will I lose my self respect, I’ll lose my trust fund too.

Here’s what I don’t know. Why my neighbor with the bad attitude and a whole lot of sexy seems hell bent on sending me home. Well screw him. Not literally, of course. Except I just stumbled into his apiary, and got a look at the head beekeepers…stinger.