Spotlight, Teasers, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway: The Varlet and the Voyeur (Rugby Book 4) by Penny Reid & L.H. Cosway



The Varlet and the Voyeur, an all-new standalone in the USA Today bestselling Rugby Series from Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway is available NOW!

He kept his salacious secret for years. But soon, everyone is going to be reading about it in their morning paper…

William Moore is a long way from home. A farm boy from Oklahoma, he’s now the most well-respected member of the Irish rugby team. But appearances are often deceptive, and Will isn’t the clean-cut, all-American good-guy everyone imagines him to be. He’s got a secret, one that will tarnish his reputation forever.

Josey Kavanagh is a self-proclaimed mess, but she’s finally get her shi…uh, act together. She’s set her sights on becoming a veterinarian, but there’s one teeny tiny road bump. Her living arrangements are coming to an abrupt end, leaving Josey homeless and in need of a job to pay her way through college.

What he needs is a companion to keep him on the right path.
What she needs is an apartment with free rent.
Will is convinced Josey will make the perfect companion, since she’s brutally honest and basically ‘just one of the guys.’ Josey is convinced she can ensure Will doesn’t succumb to his voyeuristic proclivities by keeping a scrupulous eye on him.
Except, what happens when the varlet is tempted by the voyeur, and vice-versa?!
Perchance something very, very volatile. And vexing.

The Varlet and the Voyeur is a full-length romantic comedy novel, can be read as a standalone, and is the 4th(and last) book in the USA TODAY bestselling Rugby Series.


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When I saw how spotless the shared living space was, I allowed my curiosity to get the better of me and peeked my head into her bathroom, Rocky dancing around my feet as I entered the space. The counters were covered in woman-products, but the marble surface and sink were free of water spots, and the glass of the shower had been wiped clean.

I glanced at Rocky. He glanced at me. Bemused, I chuckled to myself, about to turn back to the door, and that’s when I spotted it.

A dildo.

A big, Pyrex dildo.

With ridges.

In the shower.

I froze, blinked, and I stared at it, my brain sluggish. Oddly, I had to remind myself to breathe. Likely because I was . . .

I was—

I was shocked.

I shook myself, tearing my eyes from it and rubbing my chest where an odd kind of pang was spreading mild warmth up my neck.

But why was I shocked?

Why should I be surprised?

Despite my never seeing her that way, Josey was a woman and women have needs.

Don’t they?

I hadn’t grown up around women—any women. My mother died when she had my youngest brother. My grandmother died before I was born. I had no sisters. We lived on a farm, way out in BFN Oklahoma.

Girls—women—and their bodies were sacred lands of the unknown to us Moore boys.

Unbidden—completely unbidden—an image of Josey flashed through my mind’s eye. Her full lips parted, her big eyes closed, causing her thick black lashes to catch droplets of water before they dripped over her sharp cheekbones. Her head would be lolled back as shower spray melted bubbles of slippery soap, sliding down her bare skin as they dissolved. Her legs would be parted, and maybe one hand would be braced against the wall of the shower while the other moved in a steady rhythm.

Holding that huge, glass dildo.

I swallowed a sudden rush of salvia and, unable to help myself, I leaned closer to the sex toy, examining it and comparing its size against my own.

I was bigger.

But not by much.

And for some reason, this realization made me instantly hard.


Of course I knew Josey was a woman, but until this moment, I’d never really thought of her that way. Not even the tampon-mountain drove the point home. Up until this point, she was someone I liked as a person, someone who made me laugh, who was smart and compassionate, someone around whom I felt completely comfortable. A good—no, a great companion.

She was still all of those things, except—

Except now I’ve pictured her naked.

Toot's Review

Let me start by saying the predictable book lover/reviewer opener “I’m a huge fan of this series and of the authors”. And I’m a huge fan of erotic romance, contemporary romance and rom-com. When my reading passions mix, it can be an utterly magical reading experience to the point that I want to crawl into the book and visit with my new-found tribe while we ride unicorns down a rainbow into a glimmering sunset or it can be like I stepped out of my comfy car and into something stinky, yucky, squishy, icky and I can’t get it off the bottom of said shoes even with all the handwipes in the world.

Now with those images in your head, let’s talk about the book. The Varlet and the Voyeur (Rugby Book 4) by Penny Reid & L.H. Cosway is a contemporary sports romance/rom-com at its core with a bit of eroticism as the subject matter that when brought to light brings the hero and heroine together. What’s the eroticism you ask????? Voyeurism. Yep and this is where I have my druthers about the book. The book sets up the hero (William) as being publicly scandalized in a rag magazine wherein a prostitute made up a story about the hero hiring two prostitutes and then watching them be together. The shocker is that the story with the prostitutes is untrue but the voyeurism isn’t. So for most of the book, the outside world demonizes him as a pervert and as a result he needs a babysitter to keep him on the straight and narrow thus enters the heroine (Josey). As with any book in this genre, eventually the two will come to their senses, roommates to lovers and a HEA takes place, easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy…..but………

As someone with a fairly open mind, I felt that the vilification of the hero for something so minor on the scale of what is/was considered sexually taboo; that to me the story was a bit unbalanced. At times it was the hero standing alone in defense of his proclivity and explaining how it was safe, sane and consensual. I mean aren’t sex clubs set up for voyeurs *wink* but seriously, William would ad nauseum explain that it was like a live porno but unlike a porno, no one was forced or coerced into anything. In my opinion there are much more sexual extremes out there than voyeurism and to make it the “big bad” of the story just felt wrong. I’d almost rather the book be just about the rugby story than have the kink vilified the way it was in the book.

I guess what I’m saying is that even though there’s a romance in here with a very odd heroine, the fact that so much emphasis was put on a very (frankly) vanilla act to the point that the hero had to have a live-in babysitter because he couldn’t be trusted in polite society threw me out of the story. I felt so sorry for the hero that even the quirkiness of the heroine (which did get very annoying) couldn’t bring me to a satisfying conclusion to the book. I got the squishy, icky feeling rather than the warm fuzzies.

Whether it was the strange and silent hero, the quirky spoiled princess with the tiny dog that has verbal diarrhea and is the only one who understands him or the vilification of the simple act of voyeurism or simply just the story itself? I don’t know but I do know that this story just missed the mark for me. Maybe you can view it from a different angle *total pun intended*


Meet Penny Reid:


Penny Reid is the 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 just writes books. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.

Connect with Penny:
Twitter: @ReidRomance

Meet L.H. Cosway:


L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favorite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.

Connect with L.H. Cosway:
Twitter: @LHCosway


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