Say Something is here! Eee!

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday -- Deep in the Heart (W.I.P., m/m, paranormal)

“Are you a beast within?” 

“Yes, I am, sweet. I need blood to live.”

“Ah.” Again no fear. “Will it hurt?”

“Not unless you wish it to.” 

 

Much love, y’all.

BA

What I'm Working on this Week

We’re supposed to close on the house on Tuesday!

 

m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado.

Go Ask Alice YA novel (f/f) — 22K in :D

Musician. Bodyguard. Stalker. 

Articles of Release, next in the Terms of Release universe.

Cereus: Rescue (cowrite with Julia): Demons. Lots of demons.

Blind vampire Old West short. 

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

Roughstock Brazilians

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Ever the Same

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

Stealing Bases to Harmony Ink

Mr. Unlucky to TEB

 

Next week's plan?

Try to write and move

IT'S ALMOST HERE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Coming September 29 from Dreamspinner Press

Throwback Thursday -- Our first PBR Finals together 2007

Boo is out today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey y’all!

I’ve got a compilation of spooky shorts out today — werewolves, vampires, ghost riders, demons (I do like to write a demon). Two of my favorite stories of all time, Fuck Forgiveness and Free Blowjobs , are available in this collection, just in time for spooky season. ;-)

Official blurb:

Boo! Things that go bump in the night rub together in these paranormal shorts from BA Tortuga. From vampires and werewolves, to cowboys and Vikings, to the silliest Halloween costume ever, the boys of Boo are hot, complicated and oh, so ready to see what the night holds for them.

Previously published stories include Levels of Hunger, Free Blow Jobs, Interest Paid, His to Save, Finders Keepers, Come Back Home, and Fuck Forgiveness

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_85&products_id=4273

Say Something Playlist

This one’s long, y’all. Like whoa.

 

Better as a Memory by Kenny Chesney

Mine Would Be You by Blake Shelton

Say Something by A Great Big World

Used Up by Logan Mize

Every Now and Then by Trent Willmon

Already Gone by Grey

It Takes a Man by Chris Young

Here by Trent Willmon

I May Hate Myself in the Morning by Lee Ann Womack

I Just Can’t Go On Dying Like This by George Strait

Demons by Kenny Chesney

What I’d Give by Sugarland

I Might Get Over You by Kenny Chesney

As You Turn Away by Lady Antebellum

The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw

I Loved You When by Roger Creager

Break What’s Broken by Charlie Worsham

Hand Me Down by Matchbox Twenty

Stay by Florida Georgia Line

Falling in Love by Lisa Loeb and Emmylou Harris

Your Next Lover by Lori McKenna

Stay by Lisa Loeb

Cover Your Eyes by Jason Cassidy

This is How a Heart Breaks by Rob Thomas

Unlove Me by Julie Roberts

These Days by Rascal Flatts

Come On Get Higher by Sugarland

Chillin It by Cole Swindell

Bad Goodbye by Clint Black

Wake Up Older by Julie Roberts

Disease by Rob Thomas

Over When It’s Over by Eric Church

I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt

Forget About Us by Tim McGraw

Push by Matchbox 20

I Guess He’d Rather Be in Colorado by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Break Down Here by Julie Roberts

Broken In by Trent Willmon

El Condor Pasa by Simon and Garfunkel

Please Come to Boston by Kenny Chesney

Upside Down by Tori Amos

Don’t Speak by No Doubt

Happy on the Hey Now by Kenny Chesney

Secure Yourself to Heaven by Indigo Girls

Goodbye Town by Lady Antebellum

Somewhere with You by Kenny Chesney

I Feel a Sin Comin’ On by Pistol Annies

Are You with Me by Easton Corbin

Sunshine on my Shoulders by Train

The Only Why I Know by Jason Aldean, Eric Church and Luke Bryan

What Hurts the Most by Aaron Lewis

Bruises by Train

Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker

Highway Don’t Care by Tim McGraw

The Long and Winding Road by the Beatles

Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw

Say Something Excerpt

He parked his old Chevy out on the maintenance road and watched the last rays of the sun go down. He pulled out the pack of smokes and tapped the end against his palm a few times before pulling off the plastic. He’d have one while he waited.

The humidity made everything lazy, even the mosquitos, and he couldn’t help but think that tomorrow he was going to be out here, just another redneck driving down gravel roads acting like that was something special, and Mike would be in his perfectly clean little Toyota with his boxes and his books, heading to the East Coast.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Oh, not that Jenson wanted to go back East anywhere. What he wanted was Mike. The trip to the beach had given them some stolen kisses and a few quick gropes, but Jenson wanted more.

He wanted full-on naked. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to hear Mike beg for it. He knew Mike would.

The very thought made his dick hard in his jeans and made him curse when his cigarette burned his fingers.

He heard a husky chuckle. “You ever going to learn how to smoke, man?”

Jenson turned to see Mike wandering over, coming to sit next to him on the tailgate. On the wrong damned side.

“Scoot, man,” Mike said, and he did, because he was always willing to do for Mike.

“What’s up, Mike?”

“Been a long couple days. You?”

“Been trying to decide if I have to apply for jobs.” He sighed. “You all packed?”

“I am. Yeah. I wish you were coming. It looks like a kick-ass campus.” Mike took a smoke, lit it, and the flame shuddered in the wind.

“I ain’t smart like you.” What else could he say?

“I’m not all that. I just….” Mike shrugged. What was Mike going to say? That Mike had tried? Because that was the God’s honest truth. Mike fought for it, worked hard.

Jenson did too. It just didn’t matter. He wasn’t school material. He lit another cigarette, trying not to cough. Lord.

“You think you’ll stay at home?” 

Like it mattered. Neither one of them could afford long-distance phone calls, and Jenson, well, shit, he wasn’t much of a letter writer. Maybe postcards, if he remembered to buy stamps.

Jenson nodded. “If they’ll let me. If not, I’ll try cowboying out with the C Bar.” Mr. Carlson ran a huge Beefmaster operation.

“Such a cowboy.” Not like Mike. He was gonna be something bigger than a shiftless drover.

“I don’t know what else to do. Be a drunk like my dad, I guess.” He laughed, trying not to sound so damned bitter.

Coming September 29 from Dreamspinner Press

Six Sentence Sunday -- Say Something

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It’s supposed to be amazing, man, growing up, right?”

“It’s a gyp.” Jenson was convinced of that. Totally overrated.

“Yeah? Then when’s the good part?”

 

Coming September 29 from Dreamspinner Press

What I'm Working on this Week

Still no house...

 

m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado.

YA novel (f/f) — 17K in, does anyone actually buy YA Horror?

Musician. Bodyguard. Stalker. 

Articles of Release, next in the Terms of Release universe.

Cereus: Rescue (cowrite with Julia): Demons. Lots of demons.

Blind vampire Old West short. 

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

Roughstock Brazilians

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Ever the Same

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

Stealing Bases to Harmony Ink

Mr. Unlucky to TEB

 

Next week's plan?

Attempt to stop freaking out. 

So, I have to share with y'all -- I'm a little lost.

Say Something is coming out at the end of the month and I don’t know how to promo it.

I mean, seriously, right now, I’m teary and my heart hurts from thinking about this book. Mike and Jen are so real to me, so huge and I sobbed with them, laughed with them. I loved them through edits (which rarely happens). 

Now they’re fixin’ to fly free and I swear to God, I don’t know what to do.

I’ve been doing this for years, and I don’t know what to say except these boys destroyed me, stripped me down to the very core of me and I haven’t recovered yet. I don’t remember how to breathe yet. 

There’s so much to share — Mike is a good man. A genuine decent human being who keeps trying and trying and all his huge successes are answered by devastation. He’s like the blood that keeps you going and then spills out. Then there’s my baby, Jen, who is like my heartbeat, like breathing. 

I swear, y’all. I don’t know how to give these boys all they deserve and, I admit it, I still miss them so much. After damn near a year, I miss them.

*hugs tight*

BA

A Snog for Sommer!

Lots of y’all know Sommer Mardsen — she’s going through some truly hard things and she deserves all the love and support we can get her! The idea here is to share a kiss from a book and then y’all head over to the site and find another hot kiss to read! 

http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/

If you have it in you, please donate to the fund for her. There’s a paypal button right on the page above. 

I’m sharing Audie and Dixon’s first kiss from my newly contracted novel, Ever the Same.  I’m giving away a box of swag/books from Author After Dark to a commenter.  Love you, Sommer, honey, and I’m praying for you, every day.

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He was fascinated. Audie’s face was clean shaven, nose long, straight. He traced the man’s eyebrows, surprised to find little eyeglasses. Oh God, that had to be adorable. A cowboy in spectacles. 

“Oh, man. I…You look like you’re happy to see me. I’ve never had a man look at me like that.”

“No?” That was a shame. Audie deserved good moments. “Well, I think you’re hot as hell.”

“You can tell. Can I kiss you?”

“I think that would rock.”

Audie made a happy noise and touched his face again, fingers sliding behind his ear and into his hair to pull him close.It was brand new, to have to wait, to let someone else initiate, because he wasn’t sure where the kiss was coming from.

Audie’s breath on his lips told him which way to tilt his head, and he took this kiss full on the mouth, the brush of lips together, making him shiver. He moaned, the sound vibrating in his throat.

“Mmm.” Audie made this long, low noise, pure pleasure. The kiss went deeper, not fierce, just a slow, thorough tasting and he traced Audie’s teeth, finding one that was the barest bit crooked.

Audie chuckled and Dixon pulled back a few inches. “What happened?”

“Got kicked by a calf.”

“Ouch. Is there a scar?” 

What I'm Working on this Week

Honestly, I’m just freaking out about this whole house-buying debacle, so my word count is TRICKLING.

 

m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado 

YA novel (f/f) — 12K in, does anyone actually buy YA Horror?

Musician. Bodyguard. Stalker. 

Articles of Release, next in the Terms of Release universe.

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

Roughstock Brazilians

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Mr. Unlucky in rewrites.

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

Stealing Bases to Harmony Ink

 

Next week's plan?

Stop freaking out.