How Did It Almost Get to be March?

O.o

Who stole February? Come on. Fess up.

 

Cowboys and Angels

Cowboy

Cowboy

Cowboy

Angel

Cowboy

Cowboy

Angel

Cowboys

Cowboy

Cowboy and Angel

Cowboy

Cowboy

Cowboy

Cowboy's Angel

Angel

Much love, y'all.

BA

Six Sentence Sunday: Tag Team: Fais Do Do

“Sure. Until then, you ought to rope with one of the Taggarts,” Coke said, “Those boys live for that shit.”

His mouth went a little dry. That Adam Taggart made him stupid, which Mr. Sam probably knew. There was something about the tall, tanned safety man on a horse that made his eyes cross. He didn’t figure there was anything to do about it, but there it was...

 

;-)

 

Much love, y'all.

BA

What I Did Last Week...

Wrote the damned short story with Julia that ended up being not such a short story and is now late.

Going to write more.

Bad boys.

Bad bad long-winded bitty boys.

Reading this Week

Hey y'all. 

I had to put aside my normal reading this week to beta a novel for a dear friend. Having a ball reading Ms. Kari Lynn's book and can't wait to finish it. :D

Next week I hope to finish Haunted and start back on Maya Bank's KGI series.

:D

Much love,

BA

Happy Birthday to Sara Mae

Happy birthday to Sara Mae Short, my dear friend and the best tattoo artist ever. Love you so, sweetie!

BA

My 

10 Random Facts About Me.

1. I will always have lip balm on me and there is a pot/tube in every room of my house.

2. I'm wicked good at tarot readings.

3. I am allergic to 90% of mascara.

4. I have pink glasses.

5. My favorite cowboy boots have shit-kicker toes.

6. My first dog was a black giant schnauzer named Jerome.

7. I won my first poetry contest when I was five years old.

8. I have had three 'professional' knitting teachers say I can't be taught to knit. (I am knitting a sweater right now.)

9. My favorite city in the world is Rome, but the city I've visited the most in the last 10 years is Denver.

10. I love socks. Love them. I have 3 drawers full.

:D

Now it's your turn!

Much love,

BA

Pimping the Anthology I'm Editing :D

Hey, y'all!

I'm editing an anthology to celebrate my favorite sport ever and I wanted to let y'all know that I'm looking for stories

The title of the anthology is Fever

Whether it's an eight second ride, a one night rodeo, or a championship show, June is the perfect time for rodeo season! We're looking for hot cowboys and cowgirls, old west, modern, American or not (Canada, Australia and Brazil have cowboy traditions, for instance), and we want all the Wrangler wearing glory we can get. We're looking for fully realized romantic stories with happy ending on a sports theme. Perference will be given to m/m stories, but I'm having a love affair with m/m/f cowboy stories right now and I'd love to get enough menage stories to have a volume all their own. And y'all know how I feel about the girls, right? Send 'em on!

Story length is 5000 words and up, but stories of extreme length will need to be extraordinary to obtain acceptance. Stories will be collected into a paperback volume, for which the payment is $35.00 plus one print copy of the book. Stories will be contracted individually on an ebook basis, and will receive separate royalties for single copy sales.

Send your submissions to submissions@torquerepress.com with Fever Anthology in the subject field. However, if you have questions, feel free to poke me at batortuga at g mail dot com

Deadline, April 1.

 

Feel free to repost. :D

Much love, y'all.

BA

Alpha Call cover reveal!

So, y'all know Steph and Jordan and Shaw? 

Well, I just got the cover for the next book in the series!!!

Six Sentence Sunday -- Catnip Crazy (m/m/f paranormal)

He let his mind wander, let his imagination remember the information he’d seen on the Internet. Channing, lean and blond and lovely, bound in leather, bare ass criss-crossed with blows. He’d had to fight a fit of anger and hurt the first time he’d seen it. That was supposed to be his job, after all, beating that ass rosy.

Then Bowie had decided he was grateful. Now he could find Channing and show the man what a really good beating felt like.

***

;-)

 

Much love, y'all.

BA

What I Worked on this Week

*grins* We had ink and Julia's daddy's birthday, along with Valentine's Day this week, but the writing's going well.

Active writing (this week the same as last):

Tag Team: Fais Do Do -- m/m novel. 

The Terms of Release -- m/m novel. This one is eating my brain.

Hammer and Tongs -- m/m Western. 

m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one's still on hold until J and I hit some deadlines.

Catnipped (working title) -- m/m/f shifters, bdsm.

Started a paranormal short for an anthology. :D

In edits/rewrites:

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty -- still waiting. O.o

Next up:

Same old, same old. ;-)

Much love, y'all.

BA

Valentine's Day Recap and Reading this Week

Hey y'all.

Had a wonderful day yesterday with my girl. We went to our favorite place for breakfast, drove around enjoying the beautiful spring day and listening to Tim McGraw's new album, then came home. Made lasagna for supper and knitted swatches for the new sweaters we're started.

Simple, happy, joyful. A good day. :D

I'm still working on Haunted, reading wise. I did reread Sean Michael's Solitary this week. I'm still looking for a mind-candy bathroom book. I need to go dig one out.

;-)

Any suggestions?

Much love,

BA

Flash Fiction: V-Day (Coke and Dillon)

He spent a lot time thinking about it, about their first Valentine's day together.

Coke wasn't really all that into flowers and shit, and really, Dillon'd just bitch about getting fat if he handed over chocolate and who needed that?

No. No, that wasn't his style.

Coke walked around the Harley, checking it out. Brand new, shiny, painted the color of Dillon's eyes. He liked it. He fantasized a lot about those muscled thighs spread over a leather seat, leaned forward a little over the handlebars. 

Oh.

Oh, whoa.

Okay.

Back up the truck, jack. This wasn't home.

Coke looked at the dude with the leathers and the long beard. "Okay, man. Let's talk money, and don't bullshit me, because I ain't into that. Just tell me what you can do and I'll tell you whether I want to do it." 

He had a Valentine's present to deliver.

Maybe he'd put a card in the saddlebags.

***

Much love, y'all.

BA

Six Sentence Sunday -- Hammer and Tongs (m/m, Western)

“So tight, lad.”

“I-- Asa? I’m a little scared.” It took everything in him to admit it.

“New things are frightening, especially when they’re big as this.” Asa’s hands slid over his skin, soothing him.

“Yes.”

 

***

This week's 6 Sentences are from my WIP, Hammer and Tonys. :D

 

Much love, y'all.

BA

What I Worked on this Week

Lord, it's been a crazy week, but I've been writing my fingers off.

Active writing (this week the same as last):

 

Tag Team: Fais Do Do -- m/m novel. 

 

The Terms of Release -- m/m novel. This one is eating my brain.

 

Hammer and Tongs -- m/m Western. 

 

m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one's still on hold until J and I hit some deadlines.

 

Catnipped (working title) -- m/m/f shifters, bdsm.

 

 

In edits/rewrites:

 

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty -- still waiting. O.o

 

 

Next up:

 

I need to do a short for Masks Off, Too. ;-)

 

Much love, y'all.

 

BA

What I Read This Week

It hasn't been a huge reading week for me. 

I reread Gravity by Sean Michael. Still makes me cry.

And then, Forged, because Jeremy and Simon make me happy.

Last night I started Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk, and I'm enjoying it.

 

Springtime and Texas

Oh, y'all. You should be here. It's 80 degrees, sunny. I'm planning to spend the weekend gardening and playing in the yard.

I want to make some succulent filled bird baths, need to turn over the herb beds and fertilize. New bird feeders, new wind chimes, clean the grill, replace the lightbulbs in the outside lights and redecorate the front porch.

God, most people I've met in my life love autumn best, but me? I'm like my pappy. Spring is my season.

I love the springtime. The birds, the sun, the flowers, the wind. Everything. It's like the world is coming to life and everything is waking back up (and yes, I know, I live in a place where winter goes from Christmas day to Valentine's day at the MOST, but that's a long time. That's 6-8 WHOLE WEEKS of cold.) Not only that, but hello! Rodeo season!

There's nowhere on earth as beautiful in the spring as where I live and it's here, it's time.

I'm so ready. :D

Much love, y'all.

BA

Terms of Release Playlist :D

OMG, y'all. I'm writing an ex-con and a cop and they're intense as all get out. 

O.o

Here's Sage and Win's playlist:

A Modern Day Prodigal Son by Brantley Gilbert

Landslide (Acoustic) by Fleetwood Mac

Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra

Bruises by Train and Ashley Monroe

Number 37405 by Tim McGraw

Blackbird by Sarah Darling

Whataya Want from Me (Live) by Adam Lambert

Merry Go 'Round by Kacey Musgraves

Mississippi by Mac Powell

Two Lanes of Freedom by Tim McGraw

Wild World by Collin McLoughlin

Don't Give Up on Me by Jason Aldean

Speed of the Sound of Loneliness by Nanci Griffith

Hard to Love by Lee Brice

Ships that Don't Come In by Joe Diffie

The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw

El Cerrito Place by Charlie Robison

The Cowboy Rides Away by George Strait

Til I Can Make It On My Own by Tammy Wynette

Rainy Night in Georgia by Chris Young

Aces by Suzy Bogguss

Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Til My Last Day by Justin Moore

Something That Wild by Chris Cagle

So You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore by Alan Jackson

That's When You Know It's Over by Lee Brice

Sail On by Lionel Richie

Leather and Lace by Elizabeth Cook & Aaron Watson

Homeboy by Eric Church

St. Christoper by Texas Renegade

Mr. Unlucky

Hey, y'all! Did you see that I have a new m/f book out?

No, really. :D

Bodie and Addie appeared one afternoon and then, suddenly a month later, I had them in a neat little hot package. Cowboys, kidnapping, guns, hot sex, beer, a twin, horses, and two gay daddies. 

What more could you want?

Official type blurb: Cowboy Bodie might be unlucky in love, having lost not one but two fiancées in his life. When he meets Addie, though, he knows he’s found a special girl, and he thinks he might be willing to take one more chance with his wounded heart.

Addie has been in war-torn parts of the world and is on the rebound from a bad relationship. When she comes home to East Texas, all she wants is to relax and enjoy life for a bit. Then she sees Bodie, and she thinks he’s the hottest thing she’s ever cast her eyes on. She’s willing to put in the time and effort to convince Bodie that his luck has changed.

Between Bodie's past, Addie’s ex, and the meddling of an entire small town, Bodie and Addie have a lot to work through if they want to go from just friends with benefits to something more serious. Can Mr. Unlucky and Miss Good Times find a way to make it work?

Excerpt:

“Did you know frowning that deep will give you wrinkles?”

Bodie started a little, then turned to glance behind him before looking back at her and raising one almost-black brow. “You talkin’ to me, honey?”

“I most definitely am.”

He was long and lean, with leather-tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Hoo, yeah. She was so talking to him.

His frown shifted into a smile, which gave him even better lines. “Well, then, I got to tell you, no one has cared about my lines in years.”

Those pretty blue eyes were checking her out, though, making her blood pump faster.

“Too bad. That sounds like an incredible waste of one hell of a mouth.” Why pretend to be shy? Addie knew being the retiring type was not one of her failings, so to force it now would be silly.

The smile lines got deeper, the expression reaching his eyes. Gracious. That was lethal. “Thank you, ma’am. Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Shiner,” she said, and winked. “I’m back in Texas. Might as well have the good beer.”

From Guatamala to Ghana, Moscow to Mozambique. She’d been and done it all. Now she wanted home and spring and bluebonnets and hot cowboys in her bed.

“Cool. Another Shiner for the lady, Carl.”

Carl, a skinny old cowboy with a three-inch lift in his left boot, nodded, staring at her with wide eyes. Obviously, he expected her to drop dead on the spot from talking to Bodie. When she didn’t, he grinned, the look pure shit-dipped evil. “Lord, that ain’t no lady. That’s Chris and Brandt’s youngest girl, Addison.”

Oh, she hated to be called by that name. She rolled her eyes, rubbed the bridge of her nose with her middle finger, then turned back to Bodie. “Addie. Thanks for the beer, cowboy.”

She let herself look, obvious and slow, admiring all the way along.

“Not a problem. Have a sit.” He motioned at the stool next to him, and she wasted no time plopping down.

“So, tell me something odd about yourself. Something I couldn’t guess.”

“I like cotton candy.” He grinned again before taking a swallow of his beer, his tanned throat working in an addictive way. “What about you?”

“I’m a wildcat in bed.” 

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/541-978-1-60735-621-9--mr-unlucky-one-horse-town-series-book-one-by-ba-tortuga.html

Six Sentence Sunday: Terms of Release

I think he really cares for you.” Her eyes flashed. “He hurts you, and I will cut off his balls.”

“I’m gonna be the one gets him hurt.” It would happen, like night followed day. The sheriff or Angel’s daddy would make Adam pay.

 

***

This week's 6 Sentences are from my WIP, Terms of Release. :D

 

Much love, y'all.

BA

What I Did Last Week

Been a hard week, writing-wise, with Julia's Dad being ill, etc. :P

 

Active writing:

 

Tag Team: Fais Do Do -- m/m novel. 

 

The Terms of Release -- m/m novel. OMG, the tears.

 

Hammer and Tongs -- m/m Western. 

 

m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one's still on hold until J and I hit some deadlines.

 

Catnipped (working title) -- m/m/f shifters, bdsm. The subby boy is doing a strip tease as we speak.

 

 

In edits/rewrites:

 

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty -- still waiting. 

 

 

Next up:

 

Going at it, Hammer and Tongs ;D

 

Much love, y'all.

 

BA

My Dream Concert...

I dreamed last night that Tim McGraw and Melissa Etheridge opened for the Beatles and George Strait.

It was amazing.

O.o

Also, King George sang Imagine with a non-zombie John Lennon...

Much love, y'all.

BA