BA Tortuga is here today to give us a taste of the first book in her best-selling series!
Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all the voices in my head. This is an excerpt from the rerelease of my first best-selling erotic novel, Rain and Whiskey. Galen and Shane are some of those boys that communicate one way – with their bodies. ;-)
Much love, y’all.
The thrum of rain on the roof woke him up, and Galen stretched, automatically looking at the clock, even though these days he had nowhere to be on Sunday unless his momma was visiting. Which she surely was not, not with having the body next to him in bed that he did, blocking the view of the little red numbers on the nightstand opposite him. Damn. It was hot enough they’d thrown off all the covers, and that was one sweet piece of man, stretched out lazy and covered with bruises.
His bruises. Galen half laughed at himself because that made his morning wood more than just morning wood, and that would have been good if his stomach hadn’t decided to growl like a pissed-off rottweiler right about then.
It could wait. A little.
Galen rolled out of bed and headed off to the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen, starting the coffee, and leaning on the counter, head down and half-asleep while it brewed.
He heard the bed creak, heard the water running and the flush, then the little banty rooster of a man wandered in, bare chested and barefooted, poured back into those jeans, eyes as blue as clear water. “Morning.”
Well, damn. Now he felt underdressed and hanging out all over. “Morning. Want some coffee?”
He got a nod, one hand brushing his ass. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” A close look told him Shane was still mostly asleep and wasn’t looking to get out the door in any hurry, so Galen relaxed and poured coffee for both of them as he contemplated breakfast.
Now, why it should matter if Shane wanted a ride back into town was a mystery. ’Cept maybe the last few yokels he’d hooked up with had run away screaming after he started playing a little rough. “Here. You like eggs?”
“Mm-hmm.” Shane drank deep, marked throat working. “Man, I haven’t been awake this early after sleeping in a hundred years.”
“Didn’t mean to wake you.” Eggs, milk, bacon. Oh, if he was gonna cook bacon, he’d best put on pants. Shame too, because he liked how Shane was looking at him. “Let me just go get something on.”
Those eyes admired him, started to shine, to wake up. “I’d offer to cook, but I don’t. I can make one hell of a Bloody Mary though.”
“I bet you can.” He stopped right on the way by, pushing Shane back against the wall, kissing him hard. “Be right back.”
That was a good look for Shane, all dazed and flushed. Galen went and slipped into sweatpants, then came back into the kitchen to find Shane right where he’d left him. He got a sheepish grin and those cheeks went pink, one hand rubbing that flat belly. Oh, that was hot.
Stormy Weather: Book One
Galen Frost buys a house and a bait shop in a small Florida town to get away from his life as a semipro football player. When he meets good-time bartender Shane Barton, the heat between them is instant and intense—like the burn of good whiskey.
Galen and Shane don’t have much in common beyond their healthy libidos and their love of a good time, but the intoxicating heat brings them together like rain on the ocean, whipping up a frenzy of weather… good and bad. When trouble blows ashore, they will have to ride out the storm that breaks between them as Galen’s past rears its ugly head.
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