A warm welcome to author BA Tortuga joining us today to talk about her new release “Two Cowboys and a Baby”, part of the Dreamspinner Press Dreamspun Desires line.
Small Town Saturday Night
Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy.
I want to tell you a story.
Okay, I want to tell y’all ALL the stories, for lo, that’s what I do, right?
Still, I want to tell you about my little town in Texas.
It’s got a Walmart, a Super1 and a Brookshires. There’s Wesley street, which is the street where all the stores are, the street where the kids cruise on Saturday night. The high school – which was literally brand new the year I was a freshman – is now ‘old’ at thirty plus years old.
My daddy lives outside of town, out where the ranchers live. His next door neighbor runs buffalo, the other side raises ostriches. The ‘new vet’ lives across the street and Daddy’s pit bull, Kissy, stays over there a lot.
My two best friends from school aren’t there anymore (one’s in Raleigh, one’s in Dallas), but their parents are – in the same houses that they were in when we graduated. I can still tell you where the best make out spots are in town (and out of it).
My daddy goes to Glenda’s every morning and grabs a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito with eggs and potatoes in it. He used to meet his two best friends there, but they’re both gone (cancer and a bleeding ulcer), so now he sits with all the other cowboys and talks over coffee.
My baby-est sister lives there in a trailer with her husband and their babies. They play softball a lot.
My people know the sheriff and the city police. I can’t go into the Walmart without somebody saying, “Ain’t you Lew’s oldest?”
Why am I telling you this?
Easy. I grew up in that little east Texas town. I know it. And while Hoss and Bradley aren’t from there? They’re from an hour up highway 34.
And yes, Lisa, the sheriff had to be named Pooter.
Much love, y’all.
Two Cowboys and a Baby
A little bundle of joy means big changes.
Hoss McMasters has a working ranch, a bull riding career, a nosy momma, and a best friend he’s been in love with since he can remember. He’s a busy, happy cowboy, living the good life.
Then one morning he discovers a baby on his doorstep.
Well, Hoss does what any reasonable man would do—he calls his momma and his buddy, Sheriff Pooter, and they head to the clinic to see if Doc knows of any suddenly not-so-pregnant girls.
In the meantime, Hoss and his best friend, Bradley, have their hands full trying to care for an infant, run a ranch, and deal with the sudden confession that Bradley doesn’t hate Hoss for coming out to him in high school. In fact, Bradley’s been trying to catch Hoss’s attention for damn near a decade.
About BA Tortuga
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