Hey y’all, it’s BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of the characters that are cracked.
*grins*
Let me introduce y’all to Duncan and Cowboy – they’re a part of MJ and Sonny (and Paddy and Neil’s) world. So Cowboy’s a professional assassin and Duncan…well, Duncan is special…
Have a look.
The Doc wasn’t doing too bad for someone who’d been shot more than once. Well, shot hard once, nicked a few times, and had a few burns on his ear where Cowboy had shot over the Doc’s shoulder on the way out.
The man had carried him. Carried him through a glass window and most of the three and a half blocks to the car.
Talk about a novel experience.
Now he was holed up in a much cheaper motel than the last place, doors and windows barricaded, with Duncan spread out on the bed, ready to be surged on.
Sighing, he put his cell phone aside, knowing it would be better to call MJ from a pay phone, so it would have to wait. Duncan was still bleeding sluggishly, but he looked surprisingly good for someone who’d done the berserker thing.
Duncan shifted a little, sighing restlessly. “What happened?”
“You got shot. Sorry about that, Doc.” First aid kit, bandages, ice bucket full of water. Ta-da.
“Shot. You know, you could have left me to grading my papers. I was happy.”
“I could have, but then you’d be dead. Happily dead?” Cowboy tilted his head. “Is that one of them oxymorons?”
“I suppose that depends upon whether the dead person in question was miserable or overjoyed.”
Snorting, Cowboy grabbed the tweezers and the bottle of rubbing alcohol. “Don’t get all prim and pedantic on me, Doc. I ain’t stupid.” Hell, he’d bet Duncan was surprised that he knew what pedantic meant.
“I don’t believe I accused you of stupidity, Colby. Overeager violence, yes. A rather unique sense of personal space, absolutely. But not stupidity.” Duncan looked over at him. “Besides, I always get pedantic when I’m scared.”
“Well, you sure didn’t look scared when you were carrying me out of the last hotel.” He snapped the tweezers and bared his teeth. “This is the easy part.”
“I couldn’t carry you. You outweigh me by fifty pounds, easily.” Duncan looked green around the gills. “Are you sure this is necessary?”
“Well, it’s not like I could do X-rays, but there’s no exit wound. So the slug has to come out.” It was kind of amazing how little bruising the Doc had around the bullet hole. Hell, Cowboy was one big bruise, just from going through the window.
“No. No, I don’t think so.” Duncan shook his head. “I’ll go to a hospital.”
“Sure. ’Course, the kind of guys you got looking for you will be monitoring all hospitals, and doctors are bound by law to report gunshot wounds to the police….”
“That I have looking for me? Excuse me? You’re the one with the gun. Who would want me? I’m a fucking English professor!”
“Good thing I had that gun too.” They could go round and round for hours, and the Doc was still bleeding. Cowboy bellied up to the bed and held Duncan down by the simple means of kneeling over his hips. Duncan bucked up, ass rubbing right into his balls.
“Careful, Doc. You’ll give me a happy.”
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Much love, y’all.
BA
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.
Available Feb 16 by Dreamspinner Press
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