HEY THERE FRIENDS, I HAVE A SURPRISE COVER REVEAL FOR YOU, AND I AM SO EXCITED! YOU ASKED FOR A BOOK ABOUT SEAMUS, PATRICK FROM LEAVING FLOWERS, BROTHER, AND BOY DID THEY DELIVER! I HAVE THE BLURB, COVER, AND I MIGHT EVEN HAVE A LITTLE EXCERPT (OR TWO) OF 'WHERE THE GRASS IS GREENER', ;) SO LET'S GET TO IT:
Publication planned for September
28th 2015
THE BLURB:
Mistakes were made, that’s for sure.
But was it the night of passion? Or walking away afterward?
That’s the question Seamus Williams
must face when he gets a late night phone call from someone he never
expects to hear from again.
“I miss you, Shay.”
Chancey Bo Clearwater is a cowboy
through and through. He spends his days finding work on whatever
ranch will take him and his nights at the pool hall. He’s always
done what needed doing and never thought much about what he wanted.
‘Til that drunken night with Seamus.
A world of problems now stand between
Seamus and Chancey exploring what might have been, the least of which
being the Atlantic Ocean. On one side there’s Chancey’s daughter
who mood swings from angel to demon in two seconds flat; on the other
there’s the new lodger, hogging Shay’s telly and his cornflakes,
and making private Skype time hard to come by.
Is this relationship doomed before it
ever begins? Or can a surprise announcement from Seamus’s brother
be enough to help the two find their second chance?
Where the Grass is Greener is
book two of the Leaving Flowers Series, but can be read
independently of the first novel.
THE A-MAZING COVER:
TOLD YOU IT WAS A-MAZING, WHO IS READY FOR THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW?? I KNOW I AM, HOW ABOUT I TEASE YOU FURTHER WITH AN EXCERPT IN EACH GUYS PERSPECTIVE ;P!!
SEAMUS EXCERPT:
“Chance, I…”
Have no defence.
The words seemed to dance in the air, wispy imps laughing, jabbing
their fingers in accusation. “You knew I was planning to come back
sometime,” Seamus justified. Even to him it sounded like bullshit.
“You always said
you would,” Chancey agreed. His tone was cool and dismissive, still
a punch in the gut that sent Seamus sprawling back against the sofa,
panting for breath.
How did it come to
this? And what was this anyway? He’d thought—no—he’d assumed
Chancey didn’t want anything to do with him after what happened
between them. They were drunk, which was no excuse, but it wouldn’t
have happened if they’d been sober, knowing that the morning after
they’d both be back at work, acting as if nothing had changed, when
in reality everything had.
Where Seamus had
once accused Chancey of sullenness, now he saw deep and moody.
Wrinkles became laughter lines, the glare morphed into a glint, and
the middle-aged cattle herder with the wire-wool stubble and
unwashed, uncombed mop of greasy hair transformed into a
hard-working, weathered and hot-as-hell-itself cowboy.
There was no
mistaking those memories as a mere figment of his imagination. Seamus
didn’t even have to work at it to remember…the
smell, the taste, the all-consuming everything of Chancey’s body
against his. First the kiss, rough, hard, whiskers scratching and
burning at his chin, his neck, a scorching trail of hot breath,
shirts unbuttoned, the broad, hairy chest tickling light touch,
push-push, denim-clad cocks rutting, demanding liberty, back-stepping
up onto the porch, through the door… And then Chancey in his bed,
laughing at the tangle of legs and sheets and lips and tongues,
slipping and sliding in sweat and ecstasy, tequila and tobacco
intoxication taking them down, down, deep into each other…
Ah, the gift of
living alone, to be sitting on the sofa in nothing but underwear and
with a boner that could hold up a big top. Seamus laughed quietly at
himself, but not quietly enough.
“What’s funny?”
Chancey asked.
“Nothing really. I
was just thinking about…” Seamus paused, listening to Chancey
greet his daughter, grateful for the momentary reprieve. He had no
more than a few seconds in which to make his decision, and it was a
life-changer.
“Hold on, Dee.”
The muffled voice became clear again. “I gotta go, Shay.”
“All right, but
can I just say…I’m sorry. I should’ve said goodbye, but you and
me, well, I thought…” We meant
nothin’… “Anyway, that’s all
really.”
“Apology
accepted.”
“I’m gonna get
your Skype thing and call you, if that’s OK?”
“More than.”
“Great. You take
care now. Love to Dee.”
Seamus hit ‘end
call’ and sighed heavily in relief, a weight taken off his mind
that he hadn’t been aware was there. Now
to deal with the other matter…
OH MAN, THIS IS AWESOME SO FAR RIGHT? WELL CHECK OUT CHANCEY'S EXCERPT:
That was Kaylee
Star, always singing about some lost love that may or may not be
real. She did all right for herself, considering. She wasn’t ever
going to be a Dolly or a Reba, but sometimes her songs made it on the
radio and sometimes she opened for second-tier country acts. She made
enough of a living to keep doing what she did, at least.
“I like this one,”
Dee said, half-humming along with the impassioned chorus. “You
think she’s singing about us?”
It was a joke and
Deidra didn’t even try to hide the mischievous grin on her face.
She knew the song wasn’t about them.
Before the song had
finished, Dee pulled on the cord and the bud popped out of his ear.
It was a pretty good tune, he thought.
“I made you some M
and C.”
“I see that.”
“Can I sleep over
at Stills’s this weekend?”
“Getting an early
jump on practice?”
Stills’s mother
had been their riding and roping coach since both girls were barely
able to mount their ponies.
“Yep. We need to
practice for Emporia,” she agreed. “So is it okay?”
“If Mrs. Stills
says it’s all right.”
“You know she’s
fine with it.”
Well, there was
truth to that. If there was anyone more driven to win on God’s
green earth, Chancey wanted to meet them and then introduce them to
Mrs. Stills who would promptly win at wanting to win.
Chancey eased
himself down in the chair, feeling every bone in his body creak. He
needed a nice hot bath, scrub away three layers of the caked-on dirt,
and he might see
skin underneath. He shovelled a forkful of the macaroni into his
mouth and groaned. He wasn’t putting it on for Dee; just then, it
was absolutely heaven.
“Oh, and someone
called for you.”
“Who?” he asked,
only half listening because of the distracting love affair he was
having with the macaroni.
“Dunno,” she
said. “It was on your cell phone. I didn’t answer it. But it was
a weird ring—”
He had left that,
hadn’t he?
“—like maybe
they were using Skype or something.”
Seamus.
Well, he’d said he
would call.
“Thanks.”
He ate just a little
bit faster.
<<<
>>>
“Uh, Chance?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, it’s
weird—it said video call and
so I accepted, but I only see a black screen?”
Video call? Chancey
had tried to seem nonchalant as he took his phone back to the privacy
of his bedroom, but there was a spark of excitement building in his
chest at the thought of talking to Shay again.
Pulling the phone
back curiously, Chancey was startled—but pleased—to see Seamus’s
face, a little too close and staring hard at the bottom right corner.
Quite a bit younger than Chancey, Seamus still had faint creases
around his hazel eyes, that came from laughing loudly and unabashedly
at anything that pleased him. It made him look a bit older than he
was.
“Uh…hello
there,” he said huskily. “It’s nice to see you again, Shay.”
And God knew it was.
His face was comfortably familiar and yet, somehow new. His strong
jaw, bearded in hair much brighter red than the auburn mop on top of
his head, and a wholly different shade than his dark brows. Pale skin
with a few freckles here and there. And full…pink…lips…
Everything that
was happening was like a storm. Sirens going off, take shelter, a
tornado is coming! And it was dark and wild and passionate and
frightening as hell, but those lips were safety and so Chancey kissed
them and kissed them and kissed them, and Shay kissed him back until
they were even more drunk on each other than they were on the
alcohol. Bring it on F5, I’m not afraid of you or this moment.
AHHHH I KNOW I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT IS STOKED! I AM SO EXCITED TO EXCLUSIVELY BRING YOU THIS COVER AND BOOK INFO, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! THANKS FOR JOINING ME, AND THANKS DEBBIE AND RAINE, FOR SHARING THIS WITH US! LOOK FOR THE BOOK IN LATE SEPTEMBER 2015!
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