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Rednecks and Romance
Issue No. 36
In This Issue
Sneak Peek
Free Read
10 things you didn't know about me

1. I love pickled okra
2. I am desperately allergic to cats
3. I collect birds
4. I burned off one of my toenails
5. My favorite fairy tale is sleeping beauty
6. My favorite ghost story is la llorona
7.  I have 37 nieces and nephews
8.  I'm addicted to china with rosebuds on it
9. I love stinky candles
10. I collect chairs 
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Happy July, lovelies! Things here have been super busy. We've been honeymooning and house hunting. I've had a bunch of yummy releases and I'm looking forward to the end of monsoon season and the beginning of our fall season. 

I'm about to head out to Authors After Dark, which is one of my favorite times of the year, all year long. I love getting hugs from all the people, new friends and old ones. This year my best friend from high school and my niece are coming to visit, and my niece is bringing the grandnephew, so I'm excited.


Much love, y'all.


Book News

Wolf Run hit #1! 
Thank you, readers :D 
Mick is a lone wolf in all ways. He's left his pack, he's left his homelands, and he's on the road, footloose and fancy free. Well, at least until he wanders up to a little wolf behind a fence, running his ass off. Mick stops to let the pup out and is stunned to hear Scotty tell him no, no, his mate and best friend Danny keeps him locked up to keep him safe while Danny fights to support them both. This makes all of Mick's fur stand on end. Maybe Mick doesn't need a mate to bring him home, maybe he needs two.

Hands-on assassin Rose has the best job in the world and no issue at all with taking out the bad guys in the world. In fact, the only problem Rose has in her life is the game of sexy one-upmanship she's playing with her biggest competition, Jane. Jane is a sniper who likes to do her job from a distance, but no matter who manages to do the job first, the ladies like to get together afterward to argue over who gets the fee, and have hot make-up sex at the same time. 

When Rose is burned by the family of one of her marks, though, the game changes. When Jane's handler tells her she gets the honor of taking Rose out, Jane knows she can't just kill her best girl. Can Jane rescue Rose in time to keep both of them alive, or will their ultimate contest end with a bang from which they can never recover?

Available at Ellora's Cave.

What happens when rodeos start to get too tough for humans to compete in? Midnight Rodeo, of course, where supernatural creatures like shifters and vampires work for the prize money, and for the awe of their audience.

In Welcome to the Pack by BA Tortuga, when head bullfighter Denton is killed by a demon bull, his twin, Denver, comes back to take his place. Denver was gone for years, working mundane rodeos and missing his twin. He's not sure the pack can heal him since the other bullfighters challenge Denver at every turn. All except Blaine, who's an outcast himself, and who knows Denver is like no one he's ever met.

Available at Torquere Press

Coming Soon:  

It's time to ride hard for cattle country! 

In B.A. Tortuga's "Hoping for a Good Break," Colby left his man, Alan, with harsh words that are made unbearable by the misfortune of a riding mishap. 
Releases June 23 from Torquere Press! 

Cowboy Korde has come to Austin to visit his sister, and to find some work during a tough patch in his life. He has no idea what to do with himself, though, and his sister needs him to amuse himself and stay out of her hair.

When food truck owner Josh meets Korde, he knows just what the hot cowboy needs. Korde is willing, if completely overwhelmed by what Josh makes him feel. Can Josh convince Korde they have the perfect recipe for love. 
Releases June 30 from Torquere Press

Sneak Peek from
Ever the Same

"Daddy, I learned a song."
"DId you, kiddo? Lay it on me." He settled into a chair, smiling at his kid. God, Grainger looked so nervous but pleased.
Grainger started playing a John Denver song, tiny voice clear.
He tapped his foot, nodding along with the music, even when it slowed and stumbled. Grainger didn't start over, just plowed through. Look at his boy. He was so damn proud it hurt.
The end came with a little flourish, and Audie clapped, cheering. "Good job, kiddo."
"I did it!" Grainger grinned, the wiggly tooth in the front almost out, dark eyes lit up with happiness.
"You did."
"I like that song," Randi said, mouth full of ginger snap.
Grainger beamed, looking like he was going to bust open.
Lord, those two were thick as thieves. "Miss Randi did real well today. So did Sara."
"Did you have fun, bumble bee?"
"Uh-huh. Mr. Audie said Sarge could be just mine to ride."
"Really?" Dixon's brows drew down. "That means you have to take care of him, too. Right, Audie?"
"Well, I'll see to his day to day for now, but yeah. I'll expect you to groom and bathe and all, kiddo. Clean his tack."
"I will. I promise."
"Oh, bumble bee. I don't know if we can promise that right now."
"Daddy! Daddy, no. Don't say that!"
"Why don't you guys all go help Grace in the kitchen, huh?" He wanted to make sure Dixon knew he wasn't asking for anything, money or commitment or whatever.
They all scrambled, gathering dishes with a clatter.
He chuckled when they fled. "They think we're fixing to argue."
"Are we? That sounds like a lot of work."

"I think so, too."   
Copyright BA 2014 
What's On Screen (or which muses are riding my heinie right now)

Oh, y'all. I'm working on a m/m contemporary that's focused on cowboys and their kids. I'm working on a new series called Spirit Quest that is a m/m paranormal set in Glenwood Springs, Colorado and I'm working on a hot little contemporary playing with stereotypes, musicians, and rednecks. ;-) 

Oldies but goodies

Thanks to her attempt to make it as a freelance writer, Sara McGregor is on a tour of the west, ending it at a Wyoming dude ranch. She's just there to do an interview on the simple life, but things get very complicated when she meets Cal Pearson. He's nothing like the men she knows back in Berkley; he's arrogant, rude, and he calls her darlin', and she sets out to prove to the irritating cowboy that she's not one bit attracted to him.
Too bad it isn't true. Sara and Cal fight it out with humor, stubbornness and a healthy dose of lust, finding out that you can make love work if you're just willing to find a little common ground, in or out of the bedroom, and Sara gets the one thing she never thought she'd want. Her very own cowboy.
Available in print at  Amazon, and in ebook from Resplendence Publishing.

The little yellow VW Bug coughed and sputtered, almost growling at her as it crawled up a little road in the midst of the Bighorn Mountains. Sara patted the dashboard, unwilling to admit that the sick, scared feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't exhaustion and a reaction to the altitude.
"Come on, baby. Up this hill, one more hill. Then I'll interview Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, spend a day or two taking pictures and we're gold. Goodbye Wyoming, hello California." Seven months she'd been on the road, visiting one ranch after another. Sara had been so excited when her agent, Anna, had called in February as she was having breakfast with her folks in the house they shared in Berkeley.
"Sara, lovely, have I got a deal for you. A travelogue. Dude ranches, cattle ranches, cowboys and horses and cows. True romance."
Sara shoved her dark hair from in front of her face. Romance. Right. Dust and heat. Filthy animals and lizards and bugs-oh, God, the bugs. Still, she needed the money and the book and all she had to do was finished it and maybe-just maybe-Mom wouldn't be on the cell phone every seventeen seconds trying to convince her that she needed to head home right now and go back to school.
She just didn't want to spend her life in the classroom.
The dust kicked up, made both her and the Bug cough, and she rolled up the window. Of course, she didn't want to spend her life in the boonies either.
It wasn't that the area wasn't beautiful-the summer was faded, the evergreens mixing with the changing leaves to make things colorful and bright. The mountains were stunning, a welcome change to the vast desert in Arizona, the flat Oklahoma prairies, the bleak Texas plains.
Still, Sara missed the easy pace of Berkeley. The ocean, the coffee shops, the people who actually seemed to be living in the modern world and not following some ancient cowboy code. Decent vegan restaurants.
Oh, what she wouldn't give for a nice falafel wrap...
The Bug made it, sputtering and dying in the parking lot, a wisp of white steam leaking out which Sara resolutely ignored. She'd let it cool down, get her interviews and notes and pictures and maybe a night or two of good sleep. Then she'd baby the old yellow car home. Dad could park it in the garage and she could buy a nice fuel-friendly Toyota with the money from her book.
"Looks like that old bomb needs some work, honey."
The voice was deep and gravelly, and the man attached to it was tall, broad and bowlegged, face and eyes shadowed by a gray felt hat.
Sara couldn't decide whether to be more offended by the honey or the old bomb and she rolled her eyes, grabbing her briefcase from the back seat, cotton shirt trying to pull free from her slacks. "Thank you for the observation. I don't suppose you could direct me to where I might find Mr. Callahan?"
"Sure. He'd be up at the main house. I'll walk you up." The hat got pushed back far enough she could see a weathered face with blue eyes and almost white brows. And a measuring look. "If you're a guest, you sure ain't dressed for it."
She resisted the urge to smooth her blouse, check to see if her little black heeled sandals-and thank goodness she was heading home soon because it was getting seriously chilly for sandals and her good boots were still in the closet at home-had avoided the dust. "I'm not here to play cowboy, no. I'm doing research for a book and the Callahans have agreed to allow me to interview them, photograph the house."
She got a good look at what she assumed was the main house as she turned. It was breath-taking-natural wood and stone, huge windows, a vast, inviting porch with fans and cozy seats and what looked like a hand-carved rail all the way around. It was nestled right into the side of the mountain, the afternoon sun turning everything to a warm gold.
"No kiddin'? Well, they sure are nice folks." The man's tone implied that the Callahans would have to be nice to do an interview with her and maybe that she was nuts. Of course, maybe that offensive drawl was his normal mode of communication. The man held the door for her on her way in and pointed her to a little reception area.
"If they're expectin' you, just tell Sally there and she'll get you set up. Enjoy, honey."
She rolled her eyes, held out her hand. "Sara McGregor. Thanks."
There, she'd introduced herself to tall, broad and laconic. 

Free Read for Y'all :D

Lovin' Life: A Sara's Cowboy Story - Part 21

There was something wrong with Sara.

Cal had watched her for two babies, watched her through both pregnancies and she'd never looked so down, so tired. She had circles under her eyes the size of saucers and she cried, all the time.

"Momma? Can you come down to the house, please?"

"Sure, son. What's up?"

"Sara. Sara's... I don't know, Momma. She's not good and I don't know how to help her and I can't make it better." And Cal was scared.

"I'm on my way." Just like that. No bitching, no fretting. I'm on my way. "Give me an hour. No. An hour and a half. I'll stop and buy steaks to cook."

"She might not eat them."

Momma snorted. "She's anemic. She'll eat."

He finished with the feeding and headed to the house, his steps slowing down, at least until Jonah came barreling out, wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms and a coat. "DADDY! DADDY!"

That was pure panic and he took off like a shot. "Jonah? Son? What's wrong?"

"Mommy! Mommy fell down and I can't wake her up!"


He pushed in the house, eyes searching for his Sara. "Sara! Sara, where are you?"

"Bedroom. Daddy, bedroom."

He ran in, the sight of his wife, his lover, collapsed on the floor, black hair spread out everywhere in a mess. Oh, God. No. No. That was his Sara.

His love.

His life.

She took a long shaky breath and his heart started again.

"Get your sister and go to the front room," he barked. "Now."

"Yes, sir."

Em was curled up next to Sara on the floor, tears streaming down her face, thumb in her mouth. Oh, god. Oh, god.

He dropped to his knees. "Sara? Sara, darlin'? Talk to me."

Her eyes opened, the expression dazed, but she was breathing, she knew him. "Cal? I... I don't feel so good. Can you call Doc Isaac, please?"

"You know it. Let's get you up on the bed, huh? The floor is cold."

Jonah was standing there, staring with wide eyes, Emily wrapped around him.  Okay.

Okay, he had this.

He picked her up, eased her onto the bed. "I'm calling doc. You stay there."

She blinked up at him. "I swear. I love you."

"I know. You stay. You stay still."

"I promise."

He grabbed his phone and called down to the main house, telling Jeanie that he needed the doc, now, before bending down and getting a double handful of his scared babies.

"I did okay, Daddy? I came for you."

"You did perfect, son. Perfect. I'm proud of you."

"Is Momma gonna die?" Em asked.

"Absolutely not." No. He needed her too much.

Come on, Momma. I need you. I need your help.

Copyright 2014 BA Tortuga

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