I made a pact with myself a while ago that for every full length novel I released, I would do my best to write an accompanying free short. Of course there are marketing reasons for this, but also, for me, I felt it was a way of giving back something to the folk who put their hands in their pockets to support not only me, but the characters I’ve created.
Ash is a perfect case-in-point. I’m staggered by the amount of emails and messages I get about him. Last week, I even got an email addressed TO him. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I’ve dreamed up many characters over the years, but Ash will always remain the closest to my heart. He’s not perfect, and he was never meant to be, but he IS Ash, and I love him.
An extract from Freed, which is told entirely from Ash’s point of view:
…I TRACED my fingertips over Pete’s sweat-slicked back. A lazy hum was his only response. I wasn’t surprised. We hadn’t been in bed long. A detour to the hospital to have a two-inch gash in Joe’s head stitched up had made us very late home. Still, we’d been back long enough for me to fuck his brains out. I couldn’t resist. When Charlie had shouted out to the parking lot for Pete from the club’s entrance, seeing him go from a horny, buzzed drunk to a totally sober medic in a matter of seconds had riled me up. I’d jumped him the moment we’d gotten home and fucked him all over the apartment. Now he was passed out on his stomach with that euphoric half grin I loved so much.
Long ago, before he’d truly enlightened me to the world of bottoming, I’d often stared at him after sex—at his boneless contentment and blissed-out smile—and wondered how something so intrusive could make him so happy. I understood now. I’d felt the light-headed rush of sensation for myself and despite pathetically missing his company, I wasn’t about to disturb his postcoital haze. I scooted down the bed and wrapped myself loosely around him. I was tired and sleepy, but I was wired too. I’d fucked him from behind tonight, something I’d gotten much better at. We’d practiced it a lot. Flipping him over and sliding my dick into him had become almost natural, and it felt amazing. I pressed my face into his back with a wry smirk. It still felt amazing…
Can you tell where this is going? I hope you can, and if you can’t, just know that it’s a scene I’ve had TONS of emails and messages about. A scene I honestly NEVER thought I’d write for Pete and Ash.
The title of the book is apt, and when you read it, you’ll see why. Download FREED for FREE (har har) from Dreamspinner Press and ARe now. Freed is my gift to you, and will remain free until the end of time.
PS. The artwork is the original piece Ash created when he began therapy, as documented in Rare (Roads #2), the full length novel that Freed is taken from. It was produced by my wonderful friend, Samantha Jane.
Garrett has brought along a copy of Rare for a lucky commenter to win, so check out the details below!
If you would like to win an ebook copy of Rare by Garrett Leigh, leave a comment on this BMBR post with some means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, Goodreads link, etc.). The contest will close at 10PM (Pacific time) on January 27th, and a winner will be contacted shortly thereafter. Please respond within 48 hours or else we will select another winner.
Thanks for visiting, Garrett, and good luck to the contest folks!