An Exclusive Excerpt from Heart
Dex laid his cheek on his bent knees. Mikey’s voice was far away, and he felt sleepy. He didn’t care about Mikey, or Braden, or their failed attempt to become big-time gangsters. He just wanted to sleep.
“Someone’s talking to the coppers.” Suddenly, Mikey was beside him again. “Braden thinks it’s you, but I know it’s not. You’re just a kid. You don’t know enough to stir up the shite that’s gone down. You don’t know the bloody half of it, and I’ll tell you one thing for nothing, kid. I’m not going down for no one, least of all that cunt.”
Mikey took hold of Dex’s chin. Dex flinched and confusion scattered his thoughts. Mikey was Braden’s right-hand man, stoic and loyal, and he’d never once shown a hint of dissent. And one of their own talking to the police? To the gorjers? No. It would never happen. Traveller silence was sacred. They didn’t talk to outsiders.
A vehicle rumbled into the muddy yard. Dex closed his eyes, knowing it was Braden. Mikey released him and stepped away. He called a terse greeting through the open door. Braden’s reply was gruff, and for a moment, Dex wondered if Mikey would make his move. Express his discontent and strike out. Kill Braden, or disable him. Perhaps there’d even be a moment for Dex to slip away. He wasn’t bound, and his legs still worked. He could run.
I can run.
But nothing happened. Mikey said no more and left the house, abandoning him to Braden’s ill will and deepening temper. Chains, leather belts, and iron bars. Dex bore it all in silence until his wrist bone broke with an audible snap.
Cornish pastry chef Seb Wright dreads the summer tourist season. The cash injection to his artisan fudge pantry is more than welcome, the extra work, less so. Then one summer, a shadowy Good Samaritan catches his eye. Irish Traveller Dex is bewitching, a beautiful sullen enigma who turns Seb’s world upside down until he disappears in the night, vanishing like a mystical summer rain.
Twelve months later Dex is in the midst of a dark storm. A slave to his master, ‘Uncle’ Braden, he spends his days cleaning caravans and his nights working in Braden’s other businesses. His short summer with Seb seems a lifetime ago. Lost in the savage violence of the murky underworld, he doesn’t dare dream he’ll ever find his way back, until one night, a brutal crime opens the door for a chance escape. A new life beckons, old faces emerge, and immersed in the heady vibe of London’s East End, new love begins to heal his fractured heart.
About Garrett Leigh
Garrett Leigh is a British writer and book designer, currently working for Dreamspinner Press, Loose Id, Riptide Publishing, and Black Jazz Press. Her protagonists will always be tortured, crippled, broken, and deeply flawed. Throw in a tale of enduring true love, some stubbly facial hair, and a bunch of tattoos, and you’ve got yourself a Garrett special.
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. That, and dreaming up new ways to torture her characters. Garrett believes in happy endings; she just likes to make her boys work for it.
Garrett also works as a freelance cover artist for various publishing houses and independent authors under the pseudonym G.D. Leigh. For cover art info, please visit blackjazzpress.com.
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