Happy Book Birthday to Garrett Leigh! Between Ghosts is available today on all retailers!
Welcome to the blog tour spotlight stop for Between Ghosts, the newest release from author Garrett Leigh! I’m thrilled to be hosting this tour spot today, because Between Ghosts is an amazing book that absolutely floored me!
From my five-star review: This book was incredible. The love story was slow and winding, gorgeous and emotional. The plot is riveting, the characters organic and relatable. It’s a novel set in a war zone, so it’s often brutal and unflinching, but it’s a novel that will hook itself into your mind and refuse to let go.
Today I’m bringing you an excerpt from the novel, as well as your chance to win a $20 gift card to Riptide Publishing! All you have to do is drop a comment at the end of this post. Let me know if you’ve read any other books by Garrett, and if so what your favorite is!
Between Ghosts, by Garrett Leigh
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Release Date: March 14, 2016
In 2003, journalist Connor Regan marched through London to add his voice to a million others, decrying the imminent invasion of Iraq. Eight months later, his brother, James, was killed in action in Mosul.
Three years on, Connor finds himself bound for Iraq to embed with an elite SAS team. He sets his boots on the ground looking for closure and solace—anything to ease the pain of his brother’s death. Instead he finds Sergeant Nathan Thompson.
Nat Thompson is a veteran commander, hardened by years of combat and haunted by the loss of his best friend. Being lumbered with a civilian is a hassle Nat doesn’t need, and he vows to do nothing more than keep the hapless hack from harm’s way.
But Connor proves far from hapless, and too compelling to ignore for long. He walks straight through the steel wall Nat’s built around his heart, and when their mission puts him in mortal danger, Nat must lay old ghosts to rest and fight to the death for the only man he’s ever truly loved.
Nat left it until dawn to seek out the hack. He figured he’d find him asleep in a corner somewhere, clutching a Dictaphone, a pair of geek glasses stuck to his face. So he was surprised when Dib directed him to a lone figure jogging around the perimeter fence.
At least he’s fit. He’ll bloody need to be. Nat hadn’t had much contact with the swarms of war reporters who’d flooded Iraq when the war had begun, but the few he hadn’t managed to dodge had left him little hope for this bloke’s ability to keep up with his crew.
Nat waited by the exercise yard for the hack to finish his lap. It was part of the job to scrutinise strangers, so he lit a smoke and studied the man. From a distance, with his strong shoulders, tanned skin, and a week of dark scruff on his face, he didn’t look much different to any other bloke on the base. As Nat got closer, he took in his close-cropped brown hair and keen dark eyes . . . dark eyes that were distracted enough for Nat to walk right up to the hack before he got a reaction.
The man blinked. “Jesus. You’re the third person to sneak up on me since I got here.”
“I didn’t sneak up on you,” Nat retorted. “Maybe you should pay more attention.”
“If you say so. Who are you?”
“Nathan Thompson. D Squadron. Been sent to babysit you for the next few weeks. You ready to be briefed?”
“Briefed?” The man raised an eyebrow. “Thought the OC was doing that?”
“Nope. He’s busy. Just as well, really, though, ’cause I reckon as I’m in charge of keeping you alive, my rules take priority.”
“Fair enough. I’m Connor Regan, by the way, from the Guardian.”
“I know.” Nat shook Regan’s proffered hand, though he hadn’t known his Christian name. Connor. Yeah, it suited him and his rakish half grin. Shame the bloke was a hack. He would’ve looked good with a Minimi and gun grease smeared up those strong forearms—
“Bloody hell, Natty. Stop ogling me. I know I dance like a stripper, but I gotta missus back home, ya know . . .”
Nat stifled a chuckle that made his chest ache and recalled his reply to Pogo, growled so long ago he could hardly picture where they’d been at the time. “In your fucking dreams, mate. Stop fucking prancing about and get your shit done. Besides, your only missus is your ma.”
Connor grinned that damn grin again. “Where we doing this? Out here? Or have you got an office?”
“An office?” This time Nat couldn’t suppress his amusement. “Yeah, okay. Let me show you my office. And by the way—”
“It’s Nat, not Nathan. Only my nan calls me that.”
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.
Cover art enquiries: blackjazzdesign AT gmail DOT com
Leave a comment for a chance to win $20 in Riptide credit. I’d love to know if you’ve read other books by Garrett Leigh, and what your favorite is!
Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on March 19, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!