Monday, September 28, 2015

INTERVIEW: Debbie McGowan & Raine O'Tierney plus #Giveaway! #Cowboys #Bisexual

Hello! We’re Debbie McGowan and Raine O’Tierney, two halves of a fantastic writing whole. We started collaborating early in 2015 and we’ve been writing recklessly together ever since! Our new book is Where the Grass is Greener (book 2 of The Seeds of Tyrone)--in addition, we’re working on book three, have almost completed a new humorous intrigue book, and are about halfway into something dark and mysterious. Any time our queue gets low, we just add things to the pile!

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Do you have pictures that you use for your characters? Can you share them with us?

DM: Well, with Where the Grass is Greener, we started with finding cover models who matched our mental images, so what you see on the cover is how we seen Chancey and Seamus. For my Hiding Behind The Couch series, I came up with 3D representations using Daz3D software, with the intention of making a trailer, but they are the simulated equivalents of what the guys look like. Here is a recent image of ‘The Circle’.

RO: Debs makes a really good point about our boys being on the cover of Where the Grass is Greener, so I will share my pictures of Rell and Crowley from Bowl Full of Cherries, since it's getting an audiobook treatment right now! I *adore* these images. I'm especially fond of Crowley. Yummy!

What kind of book would you like to write that people would see as a huge departure for you?

DM: All my books end up being character-driven fiction. I see people’s hearts and minds, not their physical attributes. So, let’s say I took on hard core would end up being about the day-to-day relationships in the spaceship crew’s lives. Some kind of magic fairy folk fantasy? Power struggle between the fairies and the pixies, and a friendship that could forge the way to the future. I think I’d like to write a children’s book, but I tried once and gave up. A bicycling manual? I dunno. Ask Raine. She’s the adventurous one. :)

RO: *Blush* Thank you for the compliment, Debs! She’s nuts though, she writes things I think are adventurous all the time. Her insanely well-researched historical When Skies Have Fallen? Uh, yes please. There’s a book Debbie and I are writing now that’s very dark and very difficult and I think people will be surprised I not only wrote it, but dreamed it up. They might look at me a little different. (Or not at all!)

Have you ever killed a character? Was it traumatic for you? If you haven’t killed one, would you ever consider it?

DM: Yep. There’s one missing from The Circle (pictured above). She doesn’t die until book five, and this is a close-knit group of friends. I grieved with them and cried a lot. I don’t want any more of them to die, but I am just the narrator of their story. ;)

RO: Yes… but. It was right. And it reunited him with the person he loved most in the world. So, even though I sobbed like crazy (and do so every time I read it) I don’t regret it at all.

Favorite location you’ve ever written about?

DM: Watergate Bay, Cornwall. It’s my favourite place in the world, and I have at least two stories in Hiding Behind The Couch that are either based there, or have substantial scenes based there (Breaking Waves, In The Stars Part II). Of course, I had to visit Watergate Bay again for research purposes. :) I took a few photos while I was there, and turned one of them into a book cover.

RO: Gah! I do not have a cool photo story like Debs… But I do have a favorite location: Rainy Hill, Missouri which is so not a real place. It’s actually a combination of important places from my childhood. My father’s old neighborhood in Bryan, Texas, pieces of Edmond, Oklahoma where I grew up, and then Parkville, Missouri where I lived after getting married. It’s gorgeous in my head and I’m excited to set many more stories in this fictional town.

What’s your favorite season and favorite activity for that season?

DM: Spring. I love the bright early mornings. Where I live, we get about three hours of almost darkness in late spring (May/June) and the rest of the time it’s daylight. My favourite activity is sitting outside in the early morning peace, with a cup of coffee and a good book.

RO: Fall! It’s cool like spring, but without the tornadoes. But I LOVE summer rains.

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Author Name: Debbie McGowan & Raine O’Tierney
Book Name: Where the Grass is Greener
Release Date: September 28, 2015
Pages or Words: 75,000 words
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Western/Cowboy
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Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Debbie McGowan

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 features Seamus Williams – the older brother of Patrick from Leaving Flowers.


“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.

He answered.

“Seamus Williams.”

“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.”

“It’s fine.”

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.

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Meet the authors:
DEBBIE McGOWAN is an author and publisher based in a semi-rural corner of Lancashire, England. She writes character-driven, realist fiction, celebrating life, love and relationships. A working class girl, she ‘ran away’ to London at seventeen, was homeless, unemployed and then homeless again, interspersed with animal rights activism (all legal, honest ;)) and volunteer work as a mental health advocate. At twenty-five, she went back to college to study social science— tough with two toddlers, but they had a ‘stay at home’ dad, so it worked itself out. These days, the toddlers are young women (much to their chagrin), and Debbie teaches undergraduate students, writes novels and runs an independent publishing company, occasionally grabbing an hour of sleep where she can.

RAINE O'TIERNEY wants to change the world…one sweet story at a time.

Known as "The Queen of the Sweetness" (well, a few people have said it anyway!) Raine loves writing sweet, character-driven stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness? In addition to her solo works, she’s one half of a collaborative team with author Debbie McGowan.

When she’s not writing, Raine is either playing video games or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. She believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers.

Contact her if you’re interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or discussing which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!
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  1. Hi Raine and Debbie! I have to say, I love your collaborations! I'm looking forward to reading this one as well! Okay a question for both of you, here you go: How loud do you scream when you hear the ice cream truck coming? LOL this is the Hat Party after all, thought some randomness would be in order! :)

    1. YES!! OMG, every.single.time. I hear the ice cream truck, I perk up like a dachshund... Like ICE CREAM... And then I think, "Raine, you have NEVER bought ANYTHING from an ice cream truck and you don't have cash on you!" and then I wonder if ice cream trucks have started using Square or some other program to take credit... And if I knew they did, I might chase a truck down! (Yes, seriously a whole convo I had with myself just recently...) You've got a kiddo, Alexa--do you chase down ice cream trucks??

      (And thank you SO MUCH for your kind words! We love collaborating together <3 I think Debbie is especially "pleased" when I announce new collaborations we're doing that she had no idea about... But she always gives in because I'm persuasive! Mwahahaha!)

    2. Now I'm thinking of Eddie Murphy. "ICE CREAM!"

      Do you know, when we went to Philly, we discovered that the ice cream van! It's like 'Gimme ice cream, now, the music torture has broken my resolve. Yeah, sprinkles, whatever, just gimme the damn ice cream.'

      I once chased the ice cream van all around the streets because the man ignored my poor daughter, standing there, with the money in her hot little hand. Grr. I caught that sucker, too!

      And likewise, thank you from me, Alexa. You are wonderful. :)

    3. Did you say...did you just say "Yeah, sprinkles, whatever..."?!?!?!?!? Sprinkles are LIFE CHANGING.

  2. HAHAHA! So great! :) No wonder I like you two so much! Of course I chase down ice cream trucks, and I did even before I had a kiddo, LOL!

    You're very welcome, I wish you much success on this book and all your future collaborations! <3