My working basket — two scarves and a shawl.
Close up of one of the scarves. :D
Finished J’s little summer scarf
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.
My working basket — two scarves and a shawl.
Close up of one of the scarves. :D
Finished J’s little summer scarf
“Hey, thank you for thinking of me.” Dixon needed to say it.
He could feel Audie’s skin heating against him, the man’s flush making its way all the way down his chest. “You’re welcome.”
God, this was a good, good man, like a dangerously decent human being. It was a little scary.
Active Writing:
Brazilian bull rider novella — discovered I have to write this one first so as not to spoil people...
Colts and Cowboys — another contemporary without a deadline
On hold/in outline:
Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel
In edits/rewrites:
Ace/Kitty in rewrites.
Games Girls Plays in editing.
Wolf Run in editing.
At beta:
Nothing!
At proofing:
Cat in a China Shop
Subbed:
Deconstructing Channing
Say Something
Next week's plan?
More of the same, again, I think.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA
Sage and Win. My beautiful baby boys.
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Much love, y’all.
BA
Katherine Halle! You won, lovely! Email your snail mail and I’ll send.
Sage and Win. My sweet boys.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4776
:D
Much love, y’all.
BA
Active Writing:
Brazilian bull rider novella — discovered I have to write this one first so as not to spoil people...
Colts and Cowboys — another contemporary without a deadline
Serial killer book has a start, but it’s sputtering
On hold/in outline:
Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel
In edits/rewrites:
Ace/Kitty in rewrites.
Games Girls Plays in editing.
At beta:
Better as a Memory
At proofing:
Cat in a China Shop
Subbed:
Deconstructing Channing :D
Waiting to contract:
Wolf Run.
Next week's plan?
More of the same, again, I think.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA
So, how do I love Ms. Amy, let me count the ways...
I love her hugs.
I love that she gets the yarn thing (DADDY’S LLAMAS)
I love the weird and unusual conversations we get into in all sorts of places that aren’t here.
I just love her because she’s her.
;-)
What? You want deep? We have a deep and abiding yarn connection. Yarn from YAKS.
Also, I’m still pouty that I missed Coastal Magic and didn’t get to see her. I will be seeing her in Portland in April, so that should fix the pouting.
Probably.
My favorite series: Green’s Hill. Teague gives me happiness. :D
http://www.greenshill.com/ — where you can find her
:D
Much love, y’all.
BA
No pinching.
Marrying an Irish/Scot/German girl gives me immunity.
Much love, y’all.
BA
Okay, y’all. Here’s the deal — one paperback copy, signed. You’ve got until Saturday, March 22 to comment, Julia will randomly pick a winner. That’s it.
Sage and Win. My sweet boys.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4776
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Much love, y’all.
BA
Active Writing:
Brazilian bull rider novella — discovered I have to write this one first so as not to spoil people...
Colts and Cowboys — another contemporary without a deadline
Serial killer book has a start O.o
On hold/in outline:
Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel
In edits/rewrites:
Ace/Kitty in rewrites.
Games Girls Plays in editing.
At beta:
Better as a Memory
At proofing:
Cat in a China Shop
Subbed:
Deconstructing Channing :D
Waiting to contract:
Wolf Run.
Next week's plan?
More of the same, I think.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA
Big time country singer Travis Reed has impulse control issues. He's known for crazy stunts and good music, but someone has been making threats on his life, which his management thinks is a bit too much. They hire Wyatt Chastain as Travis' new personal security, a man who can keep Travis safe from his stalker, and from himself.
Travis doesn't think he needs a babysitter, but the attraction between him and Wyatt is white hot from the first. He's happy enough to play, and Wyatt has a few impulses of his own, but when things start to get crazy, they have to learn to trust each other as much as they want each other. Can they get their adrenaline rush in and keep Travis alive?
Review
Vic Winter, author of Billy and Bear, writes:
Singer songwriter Travis is an adrenaline junkie. He lives life in the fast lane. At least he does until his label hires Wyatt to keep an eye on him and keep him out of trouble after threats are made against Travis' life. Good thing Travis falls hard for Wyatt.
That's the premise of BA's latest. It's a scorching hot, fun romp. The sex is hot, the characters are fun and well-drawn, and the plot will keep you reading to find out just who the bad guy is. Not to mention, every time Wyatt called Travis his "Little Bit" it melted my heart.
I really enjoyed this one.
Sample
"T." Someone nudged him from his corner on the sofa. "T, there's a party in Tahoe, man."
Oh. Travis liked Tahoe. Liked it a lot. "We could all go to Mt. Rose, huh? Snowboard?"
It was early enough, there should still be snow.
Snow rocked.
Snowboarding. Skiing. Rolling around. Hot buttered rum. Hot tubs.
Dude.
There was nothing sexier than a naked guy with a Stetson in a hot tub.
"You know it, man. Me and Harry, we got a Blazer. Harry's following. We'll just jump in at the next pit stop." Man, not only did Jeff play a mean guitar, he had a cousin who would do anything for a laugh and a case of beer, not to mention a blowjob. Harry made a good looking groupie, too. Too bad the little bastard was getting grumpy in his old age.
"I'm in. Don't tell Saul or Donnie. They'll get all tense about making that show in LA."
He'd make the show. Maybe not the rehearsal, but the show? He'd make.
"Cool. You want a guitar? You got four days. You'll want to write."
Man, Jeff knew all about him, huh? Too bad the man was seriously addicted to boobies. "You know it."
The bus finally pulled in at the diesel stop -- a Loves or something -- and he and Jeff were just about ready to jump ship when the damned door hissed open, and not to let them out to buy souvenirs and go potty.
Nope, this was to let someone on. The guy was tall, broad, and dressed in jeans so old they were almost transparent, worn long over plain brown cowboy boots. A brown leather jacket and a winter Stetson completed the look.
Well, well.
Huh. Jeff's greasy head came in close. "Who's that?"
"Dunno. Doesn't matter, really, 'less he's a reporter." That would suck. Travis didn't like when the reporters got on the fucking bus. He had enough trouble with groupies.
Travis rolled up, headed right over. "Hey, there. I'm Travis. You are?"
Friend? Foe? Psychopathic killer? Lost cowboy? Reporter?
One big, square hand poked out to grab his, shaking firmly. "Wyatt Chastain. I'm your new personal security."
"Huh?" Wyatt? Like in Earp? "You probably need to talk to the management types. We're just flunkies back here. Guitar bunnies."
Nobody important. Just guys fixin' to hop into a truck and head to the slopes. La la la.
"Oh, I talked to the management. That's why I'm here." The guy tilted his head, eyes the color of black coffee narrowing. "I thought you'd be taller, man."
Oh. Oh, no he didn't.
Available at Torquere Press, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.
What?
Dean Koontz is like reading cotton candy. Filthy, nummy, delicious cotton candy that melts on your tongue and turns into arsenic.
My first Koontz book was Dark Fall. I loved this book — demons and voodoo and...
Then there was Odd Thomas.
The Door to December.
Strangers.
The Servants of Twilight.
Uhn.
Arsenic-laced cotton candy, I tell you.
Much love, y’all.
BA
“Come in and sit. You want milk or tea, Son?” Momma had already given Daddy his water and milk, and she had a cup of coffee by her plate.
“Tea, please.” It occurred to him, a little distantly, that he’d never sat at this table and had a beer. Not once, and he was fairly sure he never would.
“Here you go.” She handed him a glass, and he wanted to scream all of a sudden, wanted to break up the normalcy of the little scene.
He sat instead.
Daddy prayed and they ate, the food good, familiar, filling. He was going to crack like a dropped pie plate, right down the middle.
When the meal was finally over, he hauled his bones up, refusing the offer to sit and watch the evening news. His soul felt brittle, and he didn’t think he could bear it a bit, Momma crocheting and Daddy napping through one pointless show after another.
“Here’s the keys to the trailer, Son. There’s plumbing, gas, lights. I set it up for you.”
“Thank you, Momma. Daddy.” He took the keys and the wrapped-up plate of leftovers. “I’ll see y’all first thing.”
“We’ll be here.” Momma smiled for him and Daddy nodded, though that could have been the Parkinson’s.
Sage walked out to the truck and grabbed his duffel, thankful the storm hadn’t found them yet. He carried the bag to the trailer, standing and staring at it for a long time. Damn. It was plumb nice, really, even had a wee baby porch on it.
He didn’t see the pit bull sitting there, not until he climbed the stair. Little and blue, the whipcord tail set to wagging, thump, thump, and he frowned. “Copper?”
It couldn’t be. She’d been an old dog when he’d gone to California. She had to be long buried. Still, the pup was her spitting image and had a collar on her with a tag. He put the bag down and the plate on the porch rail, then bent down. “Who the hell are you, pup?”
Her tag said “Penny,” and he couldn’t help but grin. Momma did have a wicked sense of humor.
She licked his face, tail just thumping. Lord, lord. Looked like he’d have some company.
“Come on in, then, but you’d best not piss on my floor.” He liked a clean house. He’d never live in filth. Never again.
She trotted in next to him, and she didn’t jump on nothin’, just settled on a dog bed in the corner of the little front room.
The place was spotless and simple, with a TV, a little DVD player, and a sofa. The kitchen had the basics, and Sage knew if he looked, the pantry would have Corn Flakes, cans of Wolf Brand Chili, and quick grits.
Hell, there was even a mason jar filled with green apple Jolly Ranchers.
Oh sweet Jesus. He was home.
His knees buckled, and if that sweet pup came and licked tears off his cheeks, well shit, there wasn’t a living soul to tell on him.
For the first time in ten years, no one was watching.
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Sage hopped down and walked to the barn, whistling loud enough that the critters and Daddy could hear him and not be surprised. He looked out over the pasture as he went; the grass was browning, proving it was just on the other end of vicious Texas summer. Late September could be deadly—hot and humid, with air that felt like syrup in your lungs.
Daddy was singing, the words stuttering a bit but sounding loud and clear. Sage joined in, singing old Bob Wills songs like he had just come home from the store a half hour ago, not damn near eleven years ago.
Daddy’s head whipped up, but Sage saw no censure, no disappointment, nothing there but a huge grin, and they rolled into the big finish together, yodeling like fools.
The Terms of Release is releasing March 24, 2014 from Dreamspinner Press and I’m proud enough to bust.
Official Blurb:
They say a man can always come home. So after doing hard time, Sage Redding heads to his family’s northeast Texas ranch to help his ailing daddy with the cutting horses.
Adam (Win) Winchester is a county deputy and the cousin of one of the men killed in the incident that sent Sage to prison for almost a decade. While Win's uncles, Jim and Teddy, are determined to make Sage and the entire Redding family pay for their loss, Win just figures Sage has paid his dues and maybe needs a friend. Maybe he needs more than a friend. In fact, Win’s counting on it.
No one’s denying Sage is an ex-con who went to prison for manslaughter. Regardless of the love he has for his father, he’s returned knowing things will likely go badly for him. Maybe a man can always come home, but he may not be able to stay.
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Ebook buy link:http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4776
Active Writing:
Brazilian bull rider novella — discovered I have to write this one first so as not to spoil people...
Colts and Cowboys — another contemporary without a deadline
Serial killer book has a start O.o
On hold/in outline:
Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel
In edits/rewrites:
Ace/Kitty in rewrites.
Games Girls Plays in editing.
At beta:
Better as a Memory
At proofing:
Nothing!
Subbed:
Cat in a China Shop — m/m paranormal
Deconstructing Channing :D
Waiting to contract:
Wolf Run.
Next week's plan?
More of the same, I think.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA
My beloved Kiernan Kelly asked my to join this here blog tour and I can’t refuse her anything at all. :D You can find her gorgeous self at http://caferisque.blogspot.com
Hannah is a tough cop with a hardcore reputation. She’s not called the Hammer for nothing. It’s a lonely life for her, but all she needs is her work. At least that’s what she thinks until she meets exotic dancer Johnny. John is sexy, even if he is a suspect, but as far as Hannah can tell, he’s also taken.
John is definitely taken with his lover, Ben, but he and Ben play sometimes, and they want Hannah. The three have fun, even when a murderer begins stalking their lives. John and Ben love Hannah to death, even if her police partner Ricky disapproves, but they hope it doesn’t become literal.
Review
Jane Davitt, author of Hourglass, writes: 'Collar and Cuffs' by BA Tortuga is a fast, exciting read with a solid plot and enough heat to melt snow. I finished it at a sitting and enjoyed every twist and turn.
Hannah MacTavish, the cop scarred physically and emotionally by a previous encounter with a serial killer is one tough lady, strong enough to be able to let her guard down around John, a suspect she's investigating in a murder related to another serial killer, when her instincts tell her he's in the clear. John and his partner Ben are equally secure enough in their relationship to be interested in adding a third to the mix, but there's no quick jump into bed, no feeling that the murder plot is secondary. The flirting turned seduction builds slowly and there's a whole lot of tenderness and comfort mixed in with the sizzle.
This is a book with nice weight given to each aspect of the story and the motivations of the leads and a host of secondary characters who give it depth and interest.
The glimpses into the tortured logic of the killer's head are well done and the action builds at a steady pace to the nail-biting climax.
There's a twist at the end that took me by surprise a little, but in a good way, and it worked well with what we'd learned about the characters during the story.
Gritty, funny, hot, exciting -- this one's got it all.
Sample
"Come on, Angie. Shake it. How do you expect Hal to get turned on when you're barely jiggling?" John tried to inject enthusiasm for his cardio strip class into his voice, but it was tough. His head pounded, he was dehydrated as hell, and he had a bruise the size of a dinner plate on his ass. One of the girls had gotten grabby last night.
"All right, ladies, wrap it up. Come on, the big finish. Pretend that chair is his lap!"
Five more minutes. Four. Three... yeah. Over.
"Thanks, girls. See you next week."
The eight women in his class grinned and nodded and started cooling down, and John went to suck down a bottle of Gatorade, hoping that and a couple of aspirin would ease the fucking headache.
The chittering and giggling eased up as the ladies all left, and he sighed, stretched, and almost jumped out of his skin as he caught sight of a woman just standing, staring at him. Brutally cropped tight red curls, freckled, short -- she could have been called pixieish, if it weren't for the fact that she looked solid as a rock and completely willing to kick a man's ass and make him like it.
It was kinda hot.
"Can I help you?"
"I certainly hope so. I'm Detective MacTavish. I understand you worked for an Andrew Parsons yesterday evening." Green eyes, too. Not bad.
John tilted his head. Police huh? Weird. "I worked, yeah. A girl named Anna Marin hired me."
"Yes, she's a... paralegal on 38th. Can you please tell me what happened last night during the party?" Short, bitten nails, dry, callused hands -- Lord, Ben would make clucking noises and drench her in moisturizers.
"What happened?" He wasn't stalling, really. Just trying to remember if anything had really been different from any other hen party.
"Yes. You do remember the party, right? Was there booze? Blow? Other men? How long were you there? You know, details." Not the most patient woman on Earth, was she?
"There was booze for sure. Most women need to get liquored up before they stuff bills in my g-string, you know?"
His first boss had told him he was almost too good looking to dance. He could be intimidating. His first boss had obviously never seen a forty year old housewife on straight tequila shots. "I don't remember drugs, but I was only there an hour, and I was kinda busy. As far as I know, the "bride" was the only guy there."
"When did you leave? Did you offer the "bride" extra services?"
John raised one brow the way that made Ben furious when he did it, knowing it had that effect on a lot of folks. "I left after an hour. I think I got there at nine. And I don't do extra services, lady. I don't have to."
"Chill out, studly. We can have this conversation here, or I can call a black and white and we can have it in a few hours at the precinct." That pencil just flew over the pad. "Where did you go after you left?"
"Home. That was an exhausting party. They all wanted to get touchy. You wouldn't believe how grabby a bunch of girls get after a few drinks." She was the studly one, total brusque hard-nose. It was oddly cool, making him stifle a smile.
"You have someone who can verify that? And did Mr. Parsons get grabby as well?" He wondered idly if she was a dyke. Most women at least gawked a little. Hell, most women blushed and got a little flustered around the edges. Not this one.
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So. Sage and Win. Y’all.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I love these boys. Sage is an ex-con, Win is a sheriff. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? ;-)
It’s a fact that I need playlists. They’re vital to my process and Sage and Win are no different. Now most of the songs on the list are just… it’s a feeling, huh? Something that makes me go, that’s for the boys. (Also, for those that are keeping score, it’s THESE versions.) A few of the songs are vitally important and those I’ve marked for you.
Here's Sage and Win's playlist:
A Modern Day Prodigal Son by Brantley Gilbert — this is the song that started everything. I mean, everything. I heard this and, although I’d heard it 100 times, it was like listening to it for the first time and… Sage was born.
Landslide (Acoustic) by Fleetwood Mac
Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra
Bruises by Train and Ashley Monroe
Number 37405 by Tim McGraw — *weeps* Oh, y’all. This is SAGE. Listen.
Blackbird by Sarah Darling
Whataya Want from Me (Live) by Adam Lambert
Merry Go 'Round by Kacey Musgraves — this is everything that is small town Texas.
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
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Much love, y’all.
BA
Just when he thought the coast was clear, little Sara piped up. “Mommy, how can you have two daddies?”
Oh, great. Just what he needed, for Randi to lose another friend.
“Well, I reckon there’s lots of ways.” Thank God Audie was the one who answered.
Active Writing:
Robber’s Roost (m/m/f paranormal with Julia) — YAY!
Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel — This one just needs to start. Coke doesn’t want drama.
Colts and Cowboys — another contemporary without a deadline
Serial killer book has a start O.o
On hold/in outline:
Nothing.
In edits/rewrites:
Ace/Kitty in rewrites.
Games Girls Plays in editing.
At beta:
Better as a Memory
At proofing:
Deconstructing Channing
Subbed:
Cat in a China Shop — m/m paranormal
Waiting to contract:
Wolf Run.
Next week's plan?
More of the same, I think. The cowboys with kids novel is delicious.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA