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Who stole February? Come on. Fess up.
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
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Much love, y'all.
BA
“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...
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Much love, y'all.
BA
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.
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Much love,
BA
Happy birthday to Sara Mae Short, my dear friend and the best tattoo artist ever. Love you so, sweetie!
BA
My
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.
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Now it's your turn!
Much love,
BA
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
So, y'all know Steph and Jordan and Shaw?
Well, I just got the cover for the next book in the series!!!
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.
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Much love, y'all.
BA
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.
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Any suggestions?
Much love,
BA
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.
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Much love, y'all.
BA
“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.”
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This week's 6 Sentences are from my WIP, Hammer and Tonys. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
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.
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
OMG, y'all. I'm writing an ex-con and a cop and they're intense as all get out.
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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
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?
“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.”
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.
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This week's 6 Sentences are from my WIP, Terms of Release. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
I dreamed last night that Tim McGraw and Melissa Etheridge opened for the Beatles and George Strait.
It was amazing.
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Also, King George sang Imagine with a non-zombie John Lennon...
Much love, y'all.
BA