Hey y’all. I’m BA Tortuga – writer of rednecks and cowboys and down home folks that manage to fall in love. It’s my thing. Latigo is a rerelease from years ago and it’s still the story that is home for me.
I hope y’all enjoy a glimpse into Will and Dean.
Much love, y’all.
About the Book
Being a hard-core rodeo cowboy means getting by with little money and less of a future. But for two hardscrabble rodeo riders, that might change….
Dean’s been around the rodeo circuit long enough to know when a new kid is down on his luck. Giving young Will a ride to the next event is just the neighborly thing to do, passing on some of the kindness strangers have shown him over the years. Who’d expect Will to be such good company? So good in fact, that Dean figures he might just keep Will around—especially since Will feels the same.
Traveling from rodeo to rodeo, enjoying all the fringe benefits they can, is a dream come true for Dean and Will. Troubles with Dean’s family and Will’s stubborn pride separate them for a while, but they always come back together when the chips are down. These two cowboys are a match made in heaven—now they just need to convince everyone else to let them live the life they love and find their future together.
Latigo first published by Torquere Press, July, 2005.
Bits of Leather first published by Torquere Press, July 2007.
Available Now From Dreamspinner Press
Not bad. Will rubbed his bruised hip. Not bad at all. He’d taken second for the night, fourth overall for the weekend on the bareback broncs. Not enough to get anything but his fees back, but that meant he could get into the next event.
Now it was time to catch up to Dean, who was loading the trailer, and who had done a hell of a lot better than he had, coming up with an all-around second. Nice. Maybe they could have steak or something.
He got there just in time to load Blueboy, talking the skittish old fart into the trailer with little trouble.
“Hey, old man. Still got room for me?”
“Always, Ace.” He got a warm grin and a welcoming nod. “You were looking good on the broncs. You settle out okay?”
“Well, enough to go on. You did all right, for an elderly gent.” He winked, scratching Sadie’s ears as she leaned on his legs.
“Oh ho! Watch it, young’un, or you’ll be hauling that ass over hill and under dale.” Dean fished out a pair of longnecks, tossed him one, and leaned against the truck. “I been having a bit of a think, actually.”
“Yeah? I thought I smelled smoke.” Oh, he liked laughing with this man. He popped the top, waiting for Dean to go on.
“Nah, that was your ass skidding on the ring.” Dean chuckled. Nodded. “I’m thinking I’m using Blueboy for the next handful of shows and Miss Gypsy’s sitting fallow. No reason she can’t earn her feed for you.”
He looked at Dean long and hard before he nodded. “Sure. That’s mighty good of you, Dean. I appreciate it.”
Dean nodded, finishing his beer. “Don’t mention it. You got plans?”
They’d managed to go their separate ways for a few days, Will staying with a friend of his folks because he always did when he came this way and it seemed rude not to. He’d had enough of old man Hayler, though, and was hoping Dean wouldn’t mind his company again.
“Nope. Just figured I’d maybe have some supper, learn some more poker tricks?” He tried hard to keep his voice light, not expectant.
“Sounds like a plan. Only thing is….” Dean gave him a quiet look, a serious look. “I got me a room for the night. Proper shower, swimming pool, and everything.”
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure if he was invited or not. “You mind if I come over for a bit? Since it’s got all the nice arrangements?”
“I was sorta counting on more than a bit, Ace.” Dean pinked a hair, just a touch. “Got a king-sized bed.”
“Yeah? That’s a lot of space.” Will grinned, moving closer, inching over. “Think they have a hot tub?”
“I reckon.” His grin was answered, those granite eyes twinkling. “We could grab some fried chicken on the way over, spend the good money on a proper breakfast?”
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.