Prism Book Alliance would like to thank Diana Copland for taking the time to talk with us today. Don’t forget to check out our review of The Growing Season.. There is also a Giveaway, so don’t miss that.
Title: The Growing Season
Author: Diana Copland
Publisher: Carina Press
Danny Redmond is 21 years old when he receives word that Audrey Rasmussen, the woman who was more of a mother to him than his own ever was, has died. Not only that, she’s left him one third of her rundown Victorian mansion, Neverwood, in conjunction with two foster brothers he knows only by reputation. Her hope was that they would restore the home and return it to the function she’s spent more than a decade using it for: a foster home for lost boys. Like he’d been at fourteen when his father had kicked him out of their opulent home, unable to deal with his pretty gay son. Like he is again now, bruised and battered by life since he left Neverwood four years before. Betrayed by love, Danny has lived a world of hurt and abuse that has left him angry, defensive and unapproachable.
With only a skill for growing things to contribute to Neverwood’s restoration, Danny’s prepared to do just that on his own. He certainly isn’t prepared for handsome Sam Ignatious, a well known landscaper, to turn up hoping to do the same.
A long-sleeved shirt protected his arms from wicked thorns as he trimmed the dead canes from the trunk of the old climber, but it was also hot. The sun had finally made an appearance and the wind had died, and sweat slipped down his cheek. He lifted his shoulder and rubbed his face on the heavy flannel.
“Do you have any idea what the hell you’re doing?”
Assuming the question wasn’t aimed at him, Danny continued to trim the rose.
“Kid, I’m talking to you.”
Pausing with the shears near a brittle shoot, Danny turned.
A man stood behind him, feet planted and hands propped on narrow denim-clad hips. A very handsome man, Danny couldn’t help noticing. He had a fleeting first impression of sun-bleached hair and a square, firm jaw but his attention was caught by the hostile glint in dark eyes.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked bluntly, instantly defensive.
“I asked if you know what you’re doing. That’s an heirloom rose. If you cut too much out, you’ll kill it.”
Danny carefully closed and locked the shears before slipping them into his back pocket. He crossed his arms. “Do tell.”
The stranger exhaled in exasperation. “That’s a Bourbon. It was probably planted when the house was built over a hundred years ago. You can’t just go hacking away at it. If you don’t know what you’re doing you could destroy it.”
“And of course, you instantly assume I’m a dumb shit that has no idea what he’s doing.”
The man lifted his arms, mirroring Danny’s posture. “Listen, kid. No offense…”
“And yet you persist in calling me kid, which is pretty damned offensive.”
Dark eyes pinned him, brows lowered and lips tight. To his dismay, Danny couldn’t stop the flare of something other than anger that ignited in his stomach. The guy was an asshole, but he was also alarmingly hot. He had a sturdy build, and the sleeves of his gray hoodie were pushed up to reveal solid, tanned forearms lightly sprinkled with blond hair. Strong forearms were one of Danny’s weaknesses, and this set was definitely strong. Pissed off by the attraction he couldn’t control, he lifted his chin, daring the other man to speak again. Instead, he dropped his arms, metaphorically standing down.
“Look, I don’t want to fight with you,” One of the strong arms lifted, and he ran blunt fingers through the sun kissed hair.
“Oh, we’re not going to fight. You’re going to leave.”
“I just wanted—”
“I don’t care what you wanted. You come in here, shooting your mouth off, being an insulting prick. Well, you’re trespassing on private property, and you’re going to leave. Now.”
The chiseled jaw flexed. “Will Cabot is working on the renovation inside, right? I’d like to speak to him, if he’s around.”
“Well, he isn’t,” Danny lied. As far as he knew, Will and Cal were still in the kitchen.. “So piss off.”
They glared at each other, at an impasse.
The four years since Danny Redmond left Neverwood have been heartbreaking, and past mistakes continue to haunt him, even after he returns home. Together with two foster brothers he barely knows, he plans to turn the decrepit mansion into a welcoming place for runaways once again—the dying wish of their foster mother, Audrey.
Danny has nothing to contribute to the restoration, save for a gift for growing things. But his efforts to bring Audrey’s beloved gardens back to their former glory are complicated by handsome landscaper Sam Ignatius…and the feelings developing between them, despite their fiery differences of opinion. One voice gives him hope, the only one he’s always trusted—Audrey’s.
Danny comes to care deeply for Sam, but things look bleak when Sam’s city councilman father threatens to have Neverwood torn down. Why should Danny have expected the future to be different from his past? All his relationships end in disaster…
Three foster brothers are called home to Neverwood, the stately Pacific Northwest mansion of their youth. They have nothing in common but a promise to Audrey, the woman they all called mother…
About the Author:
Diana Copland began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows to produce an overwrought gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of her teacher. She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful group of supportive fanfiction writers, who encouraged her to try her hand at original gay fiction.
Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995. She lives in eastern Washington near her two wonderful adult children and her ninety year old father, with four truly obnoxious cats.
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Diana Copland has kindly offered I’ll be offering a copy of ‘The Growing Season’
Contest will end 5 days from original posting date (or as stated on the Rafflecopter) at 8pm CDT. Must be 18 or older to enter, void where prohibited.
Special thanks to Brandilyn Carpenter and Becky Condit for their thoughtful reviews, to Betsy Slehofer for helping me to separate the wheat for the chaff, to Deborah Nemeth, editor extraordinaire, and to Carina Press for their complete professionalism.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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