Welcome to author BA Tortuga, who’s joining us with an exclusive tease from her newest release, Road Trip: Volume Two, from Dreamspinner Press. Enjoy!
About the Book
Road Trip Collection
The course of love is a rough ride, but for ecoterrorist MJ, ridge runner Sonny, physicist Paddy, psychic Neil, genetically enhanced English professor Duncan, and the assassin known as Cowboy, the road to romance is a heart-stopping trip—one full of kidnappings, explosions, secret programs, and supersoldiers. They’re an awful ragged bunch to be considered heroes.
Under Pressure
Sonny and MJ’s retirement may be in jeopardy, but at least they’re together on a new boat—with no annoying hostages. Then Cowboy, MJ’s old friend, gets in touch, bringing with him a host of complications, including Professor Duncan, who has ties to the Program. A call for help from Paddy sets them all on a collision course with a deadly specter from the past. As MJ makes his plans, Sonny is shaken by the possibility of losing everything.
Walking on the Sun
Sonny is determined to raise hell to hunt for MJ—problem is, will MJ know anyone, or himself, once they catch up to him? Neil and Paddy are healing but reluctantly join the effort, as Cowboy and Duncan help Sonny prepare for a showdown. Sonny might be ragged, but he’s MJ’s hero, and he is not about to give up on the most important thing in his life, even if it kills him. Will everyone survive the last epic battle, or will they go out in a blaze of glory?
First Edition of Under Pressure published by Torquere Press Publishers, March 2009.
First Edition of Walking on the Sun published by Torquere Press Publishers, September 2010.
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Hey y’all, it’s BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of the characters that are cracked. *grins*
Let me introduce y’all to MJ and Sonny – they’re…well, special. They’re special.
Special enough that I named my dog after the sane one of the pair…
Have a look.
Much love, y’all.
~ BA
The Excerpt
“Well, all right, then. What do you say we put all that rage to use?” That laser focus could work for them, instead of against them.
“You going to let me blow the boat up?”
“Right now?” Sonny raised a brow, going for coolly ironic. “That might be counterproductive.”
“You think?” MJ was going to blow a gasket. It was hot.
“It just might. I mean, I’d hate for you to have to fly to Saint Maarten.”
“I could just sit on your ass and let you paddle, really hard.” MJ was playing with the pistol now. That was either really good or a sign of incipient boredom.
“My ass isn’t that buoyant.” They’d figured that out that one time in Barbados, when MJ had decided to drown him. He’d woke up three hours later with salt water still in his nose.
“Yeah, it’s all that muscle mass. Makes you heavy as fuck. I guess we could blow up condoms and attach them to your balls with fishing line….”
“Are you two out of your goddamn minds?” Lord, the professor had crap timing.
That gun swung out again, aimed at the Doc again.
Definitely boredom. Waving the syringe-holding Cowboy off, Sonny grabbed the gun, stroking it like he would MJ’s cock. “You can find better things to do with them.”
MJ’s eyes were on his hand. Oh, he had someone’s full attention now. Pervy little fucker. They should go practice yoga—that was supposed to be relaxing, right? Relaxing.
Stretchy.
Bendy.
Sonny had never thought he would learn to love yoga. He had, though, as long as MJ was the practitioner. “Come on, Precious,” he said, tugging the gun barrel.
MJ followed him, eyes on his, just one step after the other.
Soon enough they had left Cowboy and Doc behind, heading down to their little bed. Hell, if MJ followed and calmed down, Sonny would fellate the damned gun.
“You know, eventually this ‘distract the surfer with sex’ will stop working.”
“Then it will have to be drugs, food, or explosions….” He could do all three, concurrently or consecutively.
“Mmm. Explosions.” MJ handed him the Glock, shoulders working and rolling.
“Mmm-hmm. I know the way to your heart.” Sonny rubbed the barrel of the piece along MJ’s belly, teasing a little.
The safety was on now.
“Mm-hmm. Through my rib cage.” MJ didn’t hesitate at all. The man had an unnatural peace around weapons.
“Yep. Crunchy.”
About the Author
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.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com
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