Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of wild boys.
I’m sharing an excerpt from Road Trip, Volume I, which has the books Racing the Moon and Steam and Sunshine reprints. MJ is an eco-terrorist on the road and Sonny? Well, Sonny is my favorite redneck of all time and is, quite possibly, my hero.
I hope y’all enjoy.
Much love, y’all.
“Did you notice the fog? You know, white stuff? Hides things? Christ, five minutes more and I would have been happily out of your hair.” Man, the combination of sore throat and pissed off made for one hell of a growl.
Almost as good as Sonny’s was naturally. Almost.
“I did notice the fog. Only thing that kept me from shooting you outright. Still gotta keep you for at least another day, though.”
Just until he could move his operation. Just until they cleared the road. He’d already dismantled the stills.
“Is that when the aliens come?” That blue eye closed, just for a second. “Look, man. I don’t know your business, your name. Nothing. I just want to go to the beach and not look back.”
And he probably would too, but Sonny just couldn’t take the chance until he’d stripped the cabin, gotten the road open to ship the shit out, and gotten out himself. Damn it. “Soon. All right? You have my word.”
“I can’t begin to tell you how much better that makes me feel.” The guy stood up and headed over to the disassembled pack without even looking at him again.
God, what a pushy little prick. When his head started to hurt from the way his teeth were grinding, Sonny took a deep breath and started moving around the cabin, rifle in the crook of one arm, the other hand busy stripping shit down and packing it up.
The pack was put back together, one granola bar left out. Then the guy settled, stared out the tiny-assed window, just as still as could be.
Tilting his head, Sonny went over, not quite close enough to be in arm’s reach. “What’s out there that’s not in here, man?”
“I’m not the world’s biggest fucking fan of being cooped up. Especially with crackhead, rifle-toting rednecks. Call it a character flaw.” There was real fucking stress in the man’s voice, though.
A light dawned, and he realized why the guy had been so determined to piss for an hour. Now, did Sonny torture him or help him out? Decisions, decisions. He moved around carefully and opened the window a few inches.
The stress around those shoulders eased enough that he could see it. Well, goddamn. Okay, then.
“Be nice and don’t yell, hmm? Never know when some yahoo will be out… hunting. Or hiking.” Chuckling, he moved away, let the guy eat.
It was fucking creepy, the silence, the stillness. Sonny wasn’t sure if the guy was sleeping or dead or plotting. Or all three.
The whole closed-in space thing didn’t get to him. The utter dead silence did. He broke it. “You got a name?”
“I have a number of them. MJ works.”
“Yeah? What’s it stand for?” Damn. Sonny usually wasn’t one to chatter, but really, that was unnatural.
He got a confused sort of look. “I haven’t told anyone that in twenty years. I’m not breaking my record. How about you? Should I call you something besides asshole?”
“Sonny.” It was a nickname anyway, so he didn’t care about telling this guy that much.
“Sonny.” He’d bet if it wouldn’t hurt like a son of a bitch, the bastard would’ve grinned. “I can remember that, Sunshine.”
“You do that, Precious.” Sonny sighed. He was never going to make it through the whole day without killing this guy. Maybe he should whap him over the head again. Give himself some peace.
Road Trip V. I blurb:
The road to love is notoriously bumpy, full of twists and turns that can throw even the best driver. With obstacles around every corner, Sonny and MJ try to keep it between the lines in two tales that blend steamy romance with high-stakes action and intrigue.
Racing the Moon
Sonny runs moonshine the old-fashioned way. Too bad some fool blew up his road in the Carolina mountains, keeping him stuck, high and unfortunately dry.
Explosives expert and ecoterrorist MJ’s mission is to protect the environment by shutting down a logging company. An encounter with Sonny in the misty forest sheds a new light on his quest, but it’s not until Sonny drugs and kidnaps him for an impromptu holiday that their engines really start to rev.
Steam and Sunshine
A mission they can’t resist lures Sonny and MJ out of retirement when they get word of a man creating dangerous weapons for the government. They head to California to take him down.
What they find is Paddy, a physicist who doesn’t understand the scope of his own discovery, and Neil, his bodyguard. During a wild and unpredictable cross-country ride, an uneasy partnership develops between kidnappers and targets when the four men discover they have a common enemy.
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