Welcome to the final day of our celebration for our Author Of The Month
Rounding out our final day is a list of Garrett's favorite things and a super funny, true story. But first, let's talk about Gypsy Rain.
From the blurb:
Cornish fudge maker Seb Wright is anticipating and dreading the upcoming tourist season with equal measure. The cash injection is more than welcome, the long hours in the sticky, vanilla scented kitchen less so.
A few days into the first tentative sparks of summer a shadowy Good Samaritan catches his eye. Vagrant Dex is a new face in town…a beautiful, sullen enigma, and yet with each busy day that passes, Seb finds himself becoming more and more attracted to the mysterious, young man.
A young man who seems destined to become the heartbeat of a summer he'll never forget.
Have you read this novella yet? If so, what did you think? And if not, what are you waiting for? Let us know in the comments!!
These are a few of Garrett's favorite things:
In the MM genre, I’m a die-hard Voinov fan, both literary and personally. The dude is awesome. I love him. The Dark Soul series is one of my favourites ever, and Silvio Spadaro is my idol.
Mainstream wise, my favourite book ever is Junk, by Melvin Burgess. Addiction is a subject close to my heart, and this book tells a wickedly mundane tale of destruction.
Childhood favourites include Goodnight Mister Tom, The Circus of Adventure, and, to be honest, just about anything by Enid Blyton.
I have relatively vanilla tastes in movies (we call ‘em films over here). I like sweeping epics with glorious soundtracks, like Braveheart, Gladiator, and that absolute pile of cheesy wank, Pearl Harbor.
I also have a not so secret passion for The Bodyguard.
Other favourites include: Warrior, Shawshank Redemption, Road to Perdition, and Last of the Mohicans.
I don’t drink. I’ve been sober for most of the past decade, but that’s a story for another day. Or maybe you’ve already read it…
I drink a bazillion cups of African redbush tea every day.
My lovely hubbie is my favourite man, but I sure like lookin’ at Idris Elba, and on occasion, that annoying streak of idiot, Russell Brand.
I have teeny tiny feet, and I live in my scruffy UGGS. If you ever see me in heels, call the police. I’ve been kidnapped and forced against my will.
All of them, in context. I’m a bit iffy about red, though. It disturbs and annoys me in equal measure.
I cook a lot, both for work and pleasure. At home it soothes me, especially when I’m writing. I bake bread twice a week and cook a proper family meal every day, though I do have a scandalous weakness for pizza…from the worst frozen kind, to the very best wood-fired masterpiece.
Estate agents, porn, and the dog stole my knickers…
I invited an estate agent (Realtor) into my house to shatter my dreams about how much/less it was worth. The dude was old school – large, bald, smelled bad – but he seemed nice enough, even though he was over an hour late.
Now, I’m not one for tardiness. When the bald dude failed to show at his allotted time, I quickly gave up on him and got on with the rest of my day. He took me by surprise when he finally showed his face.
“Come on in,” I said. “Go through and fill your boots. I just need to put the dog away.”
I let the bald dude into my house and set about locking away my rabid miniature poodle. She’s ever so friendly, but she does like to pee on visitor’s shoes. A sign of affection? I like to think so, but after pissing off (pardon the pun) one tradesman too many, I’ve learned to put her away.
I locked the poodle in my neighbours house and trundled on back to my own. The bald dude was upstairs. I meandered on up to find him in the middle of my room, looking perplexed. It didn’t take long to deduce why, because there, on my bed, was my cat, surrounded by a mutilated feather boa (a purple one, in case you’re interested).
And the purple one wasn’t the only casualty. As I looked around I discovered that the entire top floor of my house was covered in sparkly feathers, topped off with a pair of my knickers the dog must have retrieved from the washing basket. (She likes to utilize the smaller pairs as impromptu head gear, you do see.)
The bald dude mumbled a figure at me and quickly left. An overreaction I thought, until I shut the door on him and realised what he’d seen on the screen of my laptop….
OMG!!! Tell us, Garrett - do tell us what was on the screen of your laptop!!
Where to find Garrett:
For our final raffle, 3 winners will each get to choose one e-book from Garrett's published books (Slide, Rare, Bullet or Gypsy Rain). Good luck!!
Thanks for stopping by, and for participating in our celebration. See you next time!!