Please say hello to Garrett Leigh upon the re-release of
Bullet - Bones - Bold
Roses are red, Valentines are…BLUE!
Three steamy bestselling novellas set within the Blue Boy world. All three novellas are set in and around the Los Angeles based Blue Boy Studio, an adult film company with a difference.
BOOK 1 – Bullet: Levi is a power top with an alcoholic mother, and a chip on his shoulder. Sonny’s a dancer with attitude and the biggest heart. Their scene together is just another day at work until Levi realises he’s falling hard for the twink he used to hate. Enemies to lovers is inevitable.
BOOK 2 – Bones: Skater boy Cam is a veteran actor at Blue Boy adult studio. Nursing an unrequited crush on his boss, he’s never needed anything else until kind-hearted Sasha rides into his life on his BMX. They share more than mutual attraction, and when Cam find himself in need of some healing comfort, friendship turns to love.
BOOK 3 – Bold: Go-go dancer Kai has never been the object of anyone’s desire, at least not for real, away from the adult studio where he films scene after scene from the bottom. Then quiet Matthew enters his life. A scene with a difference comes to call, if Kai can figure out how to truly own Matthew, inside and out.
All three novellas guarantee a happily-ever-after.
Cover Design: Black Jazz Design
It took a while for Levi to return to earth. He lay still, his arm hiding his face as he fought for breath. Until Sonny climbed up his body and straddled him, coaxing Levi gently to look at him. Levi opened his eyes, feeling Sonny’s cotton-covered erection digging into his belly. He reached for it, but Sonny batted his hands away.
“Next time. You okay?”
“Think so.” Levi nodded and cast his gaze around the room. Sonny’s vast array of toys was still laid out on the coffee table. He wondered when they were going to use them, and the usual flicker of apprehension was strangely absent. “I’m fuckin’ starved. Want some dinner?”
Sonny eyed him for a moment, then slid off him and reached for his jeans. “Depends. What have you got? Potpies or something?”
And like that, the spell was broken. Levi searched the room and found his discarded sweats in a heap by the door to the hall. He got up and pulled them on, feeling exhausted, exhilarated, and eerily calm all rolled into one.
He felt Sonny’s gaze on him as he walked to the kitchen area and called over his shoulder, “Stop with all this junk-food talk. Come sit yerself down and see what a real man cooks.”
Sonny didn’t follow right away. Levi heard water running and figured he was cleaning up. Levi washed his hands and set to work cooking the chicken he’d picked up at the store.
He was throwing the dish of enchiladas into the oven when Sonny reappeared a little while later. The evening had grown dark while they’d been steaming up the living room windows, and with the cabinet spotlights casting a warm glow over the kitchen, he looked tousled and beautiful.
Levi turned away and reached for some salad leaves. “You workin’ at Silver tonight?”
Sonny slid onto a kitchen stool. “Maybe. There’s a spot for me if I want it.”
Levi glanced at the clock. It was after nine, but he knew some of the dancers didn’t go onstage until after midnight. “You’ve got time to get some food in your belly, then. It won’t be long.”
Sonny chuckled. “Didn’t know you cared.”
“You don’t know everything, kid.”
Sonny made a noncommittal noise but said no more. Levi opened the fridge and passed a beer across the counter, but found he couldn’t think of anything to say either. In the end, a companionable silence settled over them.
It wasn’t as awkward as it could’ve been. Sonny usually ran his mouth like a damned chick, but he seemed tired, subdued almost—for Sonny, at least. Levi remembered his disheveled appearance when they’d crossed paths on the street. “Long day?”
Sonny glanced up, his surprise clear before he schooled his expression. “Not really. Too much to do, you know? Never seems to stop.”
“I know that feeling.” Levi retrieved the salad dressing from the cupboard and set it on the counter. “Maybe you should call it a day and hit the sack.”
“Nah. The night is young. I might go out before I hit the club.”
Levi let it go. He was familiar with the concept of working all day and partying all night, though it had been a while. Besides, if Sonny was tired, that was his problem. It wasn’t like they were friends.
“Can I ask you something?”
Levi dumped some leftover corn bread on the counter. “As long as it’s not about taking it up the ass. I’ve had enough of that shit for one night.”
Sonny grinned, and the fatigue on his face faded like it hadn’t been there at all. The effect was startling, and Levi found he had to look away.
“You’re exclusive to Blue Boy, right?”
“I am these days.” Levi swallowed a mouthful of beer. “Why do you ask?”
Sonny shrugged. “Some guy pulled me offstage a few nights ago. Said he was from Sizzler’s and offered me some work. Has that happened to you?”
“Not for a while, but I’m getting on a bit now. Think they’ve figured out I’m not worth the hassle anymore.” Levi put the last of the salad into the bowl and came to sit opposite Sonny. “You should tell Jon. He won’t like it, but he’ll be pissed if he thinks you’re considering it behind his back.”
It was true. Back in the day, Jon had been tolerant of Levi testing the waters with other studios—perhaps because he knew Levi didn’t have the stomach for the cutthroat world of real hard-core porn—but things had changed. Like every other industry, adult entertainment was losing money, and Jon liked to keep his house in order.
“I told the guy no anyway. I like working at Blue Boy. It’s hard-core, but it’s got a depth to it, you know?”
Levi snorted. “If you say so.”
“Why do you do porn?”
Levi paused. Though it was a question he’d heard before, it caught him off guard. “Same as you, I guess. I started off as a barman at Silver when Jon approached me to do some still shots. He offered me a bunch of cash to take things further, and at the time I needed the money. Still do.”
“There’s other ways to make money.”
“So why do you do it?”
Sonny stretched his arm over his shoulder and scratched his back. “I started dancing because I love it, and the rest seemed to come naturally. I like it. It’s interesting, and safer than picking up guys in clubs.”
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.
Garrett's 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.
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 Black Jazz Design, and co-owns the specialist stock site Moon Stock Photography with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.
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