Title: Where The Grass is Greener (Seeds of Tyrone #2)
Author Name: Debbie McGowan and Raine O’Tierney
Publication Date & Length: September 28, 2015 – 240 pgs
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 really don’t know how I felt about this book… There were parts I liked and some I did not like so much.
I liked how Seamus and Chancey were together but they had such little time together that I am not sure I really saw them fitting together well. Seamus ran from Chance back to Ireland scared of his feelings. They would skype then they meet each other at a wedding after not seeing each other for a long time. That is when everything started moving super fast between them and I have to say honestly I needed more time spent between the two of them to believe it.
Chancey’s Ex I was so not a fan of at all.. Then his daughter she had her nice moments most of the time.. Then she acts so spoiled and her attitude really ruined a lot of the book for me to be honest. Don’t get me wrong I have two teenagers and I know how they act but to be that spoiled and really get away with everything with out any one talking to her about it, explaining why it was not okay to act like that made it really hard to enjoy this story at all. Eventually she does change her attitude but it went on for so long that I found myself just not a fan of this story as much anymore. I did really like Seamus character but I am not sure how I felt about Chancey.
So between them not having much time together and the whole attitude Dee had through the last part of this book can honestly say I just don’t think this book was for me…
This book is second in a series but could probably be read as a standalone. I read the first book and it didn’t really do much for me but I was hoping this book would be better because it seemed like the last book I enjoyed Paddy and his POV so I was thinking it would be the same with Seamus and his POV. However, just like the previous book, this book just didn’t do anything for me. I was bored at times and would end up skimming lots pages. There wasn’t really enough dialogue for me and I couldn’t connect with the characters. When there was dialogue and interaction with the characters it was good, but there just wasn’t enough of it. It was nice to seeing characters again from the first book.
There is no possible way either of these authors could write something I wouldn’t enjoy–at least, I haven’t found anything to date. This is no exception. I loved it from page one, and I couldn’t put it down.
I’m not usually one for very manly men, but Chancey and Seamus are not your typical Guy-Guy Super Manly Dudes. Both are refreshingly masculine without falling into stereotypes of how “real” men are supposed to behave. Some of that may be cultural, of course. I’m not really sure how Irish men are socially expected to behave. I loved that he was thoughtful and emotionally warm. Chancey’s heart walked around outside his body in the form of his teenage daughter, and I loved their relationship.
Speaking of…the secondary characters were wonderful. I often feel a book is only as good as the secondaries, and despite how the main focus was on Chancey and Seamus keeping up their long-distance love, the people around them were equally delightful. Dee is probably my favorite, mostly because she reminded me of a wicked combination of my own kids. I wouldn’t mind at all reading another story with her in it. And of course I was thrilled to see Patrick and Aiden (from Leaving Flowers), even if only briefly. Kaylee was wonderfully awful, though I did feel bad for Dee. I’m not usually one for the Horrible Ex Wife trope, but since there are other girls and women in the story who more than make up for Kaylee’s flaws, it’s all right.
I was tickled pink to see a relationship between two bisexual men. Having just one bi guy is a treat, but two? That was just plain fabulous. The love between them was a nice combination of slow realization while still being intense. Some of their exchanges were priceless as they both processed through a host of new feelings. Really nicely done.
What I love most is the way the story is seamlessly blended. It’s rare to find co-authors whose style completes each other so perfectly. Raine leans toward the sweet gentleness of healing and hope, while Debbie is invested in the psychology of the characters. In this story, I believe that’s what made both men so well-rounded.
While there were one or two moments that sort of had me raise my eyebrows for bordering on not-quite-believable, that’s okay–this is a story, after all, and sometimes what’s needed is a little bit of fairy tale possibility. If you’re looking for a well-written story that reads the way comfort food tastes, this is the one. It’s not necessary to read the first one beforehand, but it does help. And when you’re done, absolutely be sure to read everything else these authors have written. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
5 stars, of course.
“You’re quiet today, Seamus. What’s up?” the landlord asked.
“Just tired, is all. Got a leaky roof and the fecker was drippin’ all the damn night. And didn’t I get up this morning and kick the bucket?”
“You look alive and well to me, so you do. I say well…you look like shite.”
“Yeah, thanks very much. Think I’ll go join the lads, see if I can’t get a few more insults thrown at me.”
Seamus gave the landlord a wry grin and went over to the others, who were already well into the first of the three games they got in every lunchtime. He watched one of them take a bad shot and accidentally pot the black, the clunking of the ball as it rolled its way through the machinery of the table setting Seamus’s teeth on edge. John was right: he was dog-tired and probably did look like shite. He’d barely slept after the missed call, trying to decide whether to return it or not. His mind played tricks on him, one minute convincing him it was urgent and he should call back, the next telling him to stay strong. He’d made the move. He’d come back to Ireland. That’s what he’d wanted all along.
He had wanted it. Ever since Mam died, his sights had been set on coming home. He’d only stayed for Paddy’s sake, and now Paddy had Aidan there was nothing to keep Seamus in the States, although he was no further away from his brother now than he had been in Kansas. Never mind that he’d already made the decision before he knew Aidan even existed. No. It was a good decision. He was just—
He already knew, before he pulled his phone from his pocket: same Kansas number, same caller.
His thumb hovered over the red button. Reject the call. Reject the call.
“At last! I thought I was calling a wrong number. Man, it’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Er, yeah. Yours too. What’s up? Has something happened?”
“Nothing new. I just…”
The rapid-hard thump of Seamus’s heart filled the pause, two seconds, three, four, and more. He drew breath to speak, but there was nothing to be said. Or nothing he should say.
“I miss you, Shay.”
The first call had been a drunk dial. Thank the heavenly father that Seamus Williams hadn’t picked up. Lord, the shit that might have come tumbling out of Chancey’s mouth. Now he was dead sober, but only slightly more composed. Had he really just said he’d missed Seamus? He tried for a laugh. It sounded as fake as it felt. Well he had missed Seamus. Nothin’ wrong with that.
“You gonna say somethin’?” He knew he was putting on the accent. Drawing out his vowels, droppings his g’s. His grandmother—who was from south Texas and who had an accent so deep it was digging itself a hole to the centre of the Earth—used to yell at him when he’d get lazy with his words.
You jus’ sound ign’rant, Chancey Bo Clearwater. Full name, cue snickering cousins, and young Chancey sank down low in his chair, ashamed at the way he sounded despite the fact they all talked just alike. The accent followed him when he moved to Oklahoma, where he picked up a whole set of strange ‘O’s, and even having lived in Kansas now for the better part of his life, it was still there underneath, just waiting to crop up in stressful situations.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you, that’s all.”
“Surprise.” He was trying for friendly, for calm. Trying to keep the I wanna put my fist through the wall and did you really mean to let me find out through Lulu? out of his voice.
“Isn’t this call costing you a million dollars?”
“Skype. On my phone. I bought minutes, y’know?”
“Is that right then?”
“But I didn’t think. It’s probably charging you too.”
Is it? Seamus sure as hell wasn’t saying much. There was a long pause as Chancey considered his next move. He’d called because he’d wanted to talk. Not talk. Not like that. Nothing to say on that front. Seamus had made it all as clear as crystal dropped in the mud when he’d left his parting message with Lulu down at the pool hall, Rack ’Em. In a last-ditch effort, Chancey said the only thing he could think: “Boss Tina asked after you the other day when I went around for work.”
That got a laugh out of Seamus, which gave Chancey more relief than he cared to admit.