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.
Korde grinned at him, both of them just stopping for a second. Then they fell on the potato skins like ravening beasts, sucking down the whole plate in maybe two minutes. Korde licked his fingers clean, moans sexual.
Josh stopped, arrested by the sights and sounds. Jesus. He could watch Korde eat for hours.
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Much love, y'all
BA
And boring him out of his mind. Unlike your average novelist, Cian was not an introvert.
He wanted to be where the people were. Where the blood ran hot.
He wanted to play.
Hard.
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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
“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
“You’re all dirty now. What would your momma say?” Sage was damn near drunk on it, on that goofy smile.
“That I’d best wash up before I meet her for lunch tomorrow. Other than that, she wouldn’t care.” Adam’s shoulder rubbed against his. “Supper?”
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Sage and Adam are from my WIP, Terms of Release.
Much love, y'all.
BA
He needed to see Channing as soon as possible. Thank god for the knock on the sleeper cabin door. Time for breakfast.
Soon he’d figure this shit out. Soon he’d have his mates in one room and he’d remind them who the fucking Alpha male was, damn it.
He couldn’t wait.
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Much love, y'all.
BA
"Oh, now. That's pretty." A camera flash went off, blinding him.
Adrian shot up on the bed, Packer grunting when Adrian's hand landed hard on his belly. "What the fuck!"
"Oh, don't stop on my account, boys."
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From my latest release, What She Wants. Available at Torquere Books.
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on SundayThis snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D Want to play along? It’s fun and easy 1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published 2. pick six sentences 3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
Derrick woke up warm, real warm. Like he was wearing a bear rug as a blanket or something. Jesus, had he let Goofus come in and go to bed with him? That dog was going to be--oh.
He blinked at the unbelievably hot bull rider lying on his chest. Oh, Reno...damn.
This snippet is from Adding to the Collection, publishing December 12 from Torquere Press! (Yay! Roughstock Christmas!) :D .
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on SundayThis snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D Want to play along? It’s fun and easy 1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published 2. pick six sentences 3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
So, the Queen Bee and all-around pain in the ass bitch had given him twenty dollars and an address, telling him that Lightning McMann -- bum, nutcase, and uber-talented sensitive with a Meth habit -- had been having problems at that new coffee shop on West.
Faboo.
"Why did I move out here again?" The words were not even loud enough to be a whisper, really, because he knew the answer. He'd moved because queer, Goth, psychic club kids with the ability to sniff out evil weren't really necessary in Amarillo.
Or, really, suffered to live.
This snippet is from my alter-ego's new New Adult book, Bittersweet, coming out Wednesday from Prizm Books.
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on SundayThis snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D Want to play along? It’s fun and easy 1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published 2. pick six sentences 3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
"Come get it, you."
Adam jerked back to stare at him. "Are you serious? I won't push you, honey."
"You ain't gon' be bad to me; you ain't that way." Landon knew things, the bayou was in his veins, and Adam would do him right.
This snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
I've been reading these for a while and I decided to play (unofficially this week, possibly officially next week).
This six sentences is from my upcoming m/m western Christmas story, Adding to His Collection: A Roughstock story.
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They wouldn’t be alone, but they could feel each other out. If he was real lucky, they could duck off somewhere and feel each other up, too. He grinned at the thought, and Derrick moved even closer.
“Having good thoughts?”
“I am, cowboy, havin' deep thoughts.”
“I like it deep.”
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This one is coming in December from Torquere Press. :D Hope you enjoyed.
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
