Green Hills and Daffodils The Green Hills Series Book #1
Gay Fiction, Lesbian Fiction, LGBTQ Fiction
Independent
Sept 9, 2022
Kindle
429
Amazon
American Jane Dawson is in search of balance in her life—because she falls on her face—a lot.
Now, surrounded by thousands of acres of sheep-poop and social landmines, her romantic sheepdog hero, Moss, stands by her side, looking handsome and dignified while his luxurious hair is swept by unseen winds—until he eats the sheep-poop, that is.
Full of history, mythology and legend, there is more to the odd little town than its idyllic sheep-filled pastures. Amongst an unforgettable cast of characters, Jane discovers the community and companionship she hadn’t even known she’d been looking for—especially with her new neighbour.
No, not the hot widower-landlord Crabby McCrabbit-Pants (known to most as Rhys Kellan), but the sweet and painfully shy Stewart Rygby.
With Jane acting as his champion, Stewart emerges from his shell to start uncovering secrets that have defined his life thus far. Through shifts in legislation and culture, Stewart is freer to be himself than at any time in history—but who is that?
A tale for the ages, the story begins to emerge in this exciting first book of the Green Hills series!
Review By Sherry Perkins
Member of the Paranormal Romance Guild Review Team
“Jane Dawson bought the farm.”—Green Hills and Daffodils
There were several intriguing things about this book. One, read the copyright. Really. You’ll thank me. Or if I’m writing as Kendrick, “Ewe’ll thank me.” Two, the first line of the book was an instant hook and a good laugh. Because Jane Dawson does, literally, buy the farm. However, it’s more of a long-term lease than a purchase.
The lease leads to a fish out of water story about an American in Wales. Our main character Jane is not only struggling to fit into the charming countryside town and the shared tenant farm where she’s moved but with learning the language as well. Of course, this makes the story rife with cultural misunderstandings and remarkable miscommunications. The miscommunications though are hysterical, beginning with the mispronunciation of Cwm Cudd (trust me).
Jane’s adventures in Wales include her faithful travelling companion, a goofy sheep dog called Moss, her helpful neighbor Stewart, and the boor who lives next door in her shared tenancy, Rhys. But who cares if Rhys is a boor with a tragic past, he’s also hot. Then there’s the village Catholic priest who’s dealing with some unusual Lenten messages, and possibly a dragon. Except the dragon might be a metaphor and not an actual dragon—you can decide for yourself.
Once you get further settled in and are getting used to the scatological crap, no pun intended, there appears to be a serial killer in town!
Kendrick has quite the interesting story concept with Green Hills and Daffodils. It never quite goes where I hoped it would, and that was both distracting and disappointing. It certainly wasn’t as explicit or kinky as it first hinted. Nonetheless, Kendrick writes an engaging first book, but I wanted it to be more than it was. I’ll just have to read the next book to see if it is!
A Four- star book about metaphorical dragons, a possible serial killer, and the American woman who finds herself stuck in the middle of it.