About the Author
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer, cover artist, and book designer. Her debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards. She was again a finalist in 2017 with Rented Heart. In 2017 she won the EPIC award in contemporary romance with her military novel Between Ghosts and the contemporary romance category in the Bisexual Book Awards with her novel What Remains.
When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.
Garrett is also an award-winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com.
Bonus Material available for all books on Garrett’s Patreon account. Includes short stories from Misfits, Slide, Strays, What Remains, Dream, and much more. Sign up here: https://www.patreon.com/garrettleigh
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Also available from Garrett Leigh
The Edge of the World
Copyright © 2017 by Garrett Leigh
Shay Maloney is living his dream—on tour with his pirate/folk-rock band. But you can’t know where you’re going until you know where you’re from, and that’s where moody filmmaker and researcher Ollie Pietruska comes in.
The band’s management persuades Shay to let a television company film a documentary about his roots beyond his adoptive Irish family, and Ollie comes into his life knowing more about Shay than Shay’s ever known about himself.
But while Ollie holds the key to Shay’s past, he’s also hiding deep scars. Even as the hardships of the tour bring them closer, Ollie’s demons threaten the blossoming romance. They might both reach the breaking point before Ollie realises he’s been standing on the edge of the world for too long, and it’s Shay who holds the key to his future.
A friends-to-lovers, rock star, road-tripping romance, with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
To purchase and read this, and for other titles by Garrett Leigh, please visit garrettleigh.com.
Coming soon from Carina Press
and Garrett Leigh
Unforgotten
A long-ago kiss.
A lifetime since.
A love that just needs a chance.
From award-winning author Garrett Leigh comes a forced-proximity contemporary romance about the power of forgiveness, love, and second chances.
Billy Daley hasn’t been home in years, and he likes it that way. He’s just fine on his own—he has a cash-in-hand job at a scrapyard, a half-feral cat to keep him company, and many miles between him, his hometown, and all the baggage that comes with it.
Until the job goes sideways. Suddenly he’s back in Rushmere, working with none other than his brother’s best friend—a man whose kiss Billy can’t seem to forget.
Gus Amour’s memories of Billy Daley are all spiky edges, lips crushed against lips, and a reckless streak that always ended in trouble. But when Billy needs a place to stay, Gus steps in. He’d do anything for the Daley family, including living, and working, side by side with a man who makes his heart beat too fast and his blood run too hot—two things he’s been running from for years.
It doesn’t take long before their easy banter, lingering touches, and heated glances become a temptation too hard to resist. But falling into bed and falling in love are two different things, and love has never come easy to either Billy or Gus. Only when fate threatens to steal away their opportunity for a second chance will they realize they don’t need easy.
They just need each other.
Read on for a sneak preview of Unforgotten, the next book in author Garrett Leigh’s Forgiven series, available February 2021.
Chapter One
Billy
The end of summer always seemed like the end of the world. My favourite cat dashed across the yard with the wind up him, chasing the first of the fallen leaves with limited success, and I mourned the endless evenings when Grey did the same with wily butterflies.
I loved that cat. He was my only real friend. He sat outside my “office” all day and walked me home from the pub every night. On the rare nights I didn’t stay out drinking, he kipped on the stairs outside the caravan I rented at the yard, scowling at me through the windows as if I’d refused him entry when in fact he’d refused to come in.
Workdays were dull as rocks. When customers turned up to dump their junk, or raid the piles of abandoned crap stacked up around the yard, I stood around and pretended to give a shit as I passed cash back and forth and skimmed myself a cut from the top.
When customers weren’t around, I sat in the yard’s porta-cabin and entertained myself on Tinder, messaging blokes I’d never have the bottle to go and meet, and talking up the ladies with similar results. I didn’t get hook-up apps. I mean, I did, as in I understood their function in the new world order, but I couldn’t reconcile myself with a first-time meet for the sole purpose of having sex. I wanted to do it. Maybe. I just...couldn’t.
Perhaps I was shy.
The thought made me laugh out loud. In real life, I was anything but, and struggled to keep my mouth shut in circumstances where my opinion added nothing to the situation but hassle I didn’t have time for. Online, it seemed I was a creeper with blue fucking balls.
A truck pulled into the yard. I abandoned my feline observation post with a heavy sigh and painted my best attempt at an amiable expression onto my face. Though paired with my tattoos, wild hair, and natural mean mug, it probably came off as a scowl. On my way out of the cabin, I caught my reflection in a broken car mirror. Yup. Definitely a scowl. Must try harder.
Story of my life.
The truck was a Ford Ranger, souped up with giant rims and a spotless paint job—clear signs that whoever got out was going to be a prize wanker. I braced myself but, even with a lifetime behind me, was emotionally unprepared for the absolute helmet that came around the bonnet to meet me. From his gelled comb-over to his pristine Nike Air Max, the bloke was a grade-A twat and had no business rocking up in a muddy, potholed scrapyard.
I suppressed another sigh. “What can I do for you, mate?”
“I’m looking for a water pump kit.”
“For what vehicle?”