Hi, I’m BA and my boys touch, or Don’t Fence Me In. ;-)
*grins*
One of the things about meeting people is that the first thing they ask me is what I do for a living (it’s not often that folks ask where I’m from, just what part of Texas), and I tell them, I write romance.
“Oh? What kind of romance?” they ask.
That’s where it gets tricky.
You see, I write people falling in love. Sometimes it’s a girl falling in love with a girl. Sometimes it’s a boy falling in love with a girl. Sometimes it’s a boy falling in love with a boy. Sometimes it’s a boy and a boy and a girl falling in love with each other. Sometimes it’s even more complicated than that. Sometimes it’s cowboys, sometimes it’s shifters.
Wendy doesn’t need any help to get rid of her evil ex. As a
cop, she can handle anything life throws at her. In fact, she’s sure of it,
even when trying to capture the ex alone puts her friends in danger. Too bad
local werewolf alpha Brett has different ideas. He doesn’t care if Wendy wants
to be a lone wolf. He has to protect all the werewolves in his town. Including
her. Especially her.
Wendy finds Brett irritating, overbearing and sexy beyond
belief. Brett thinks Wendy is trouble with a capital T, and hotter than the dog
days of summer. Butting heads can be fun, but there are other ways to rub
against each other. Intimate, lusty ways. These two sexy shapeshifters are
playing to win.
Periodically I write rednecks. Ecoterrorists. Vampires. Pirates. Southerners. Italians. Hell, y’all. I write whoever is strong enough to beat the living shit out of the other characters trying to take over my brain.
Let me tell y’all, folks wander off with glazed eyes when I try to explain that.
So I tell them, I’m pretty easy (no comments from the Peanut Gallery on that fact, please), but if there are folks falling in love in my books, they touch.
Yep, my boys touch.
And if my boy is straight? He has friends that touch. My girls touch. Boys touch girls. People spent a shitload of time touching each other – mostly in the good way.
Country hat act Markus Kane is pretty skeptical when one of
his oldest industry friends calls and asks him to do a joint tour. He and Seb
haven’t seen each other in years, not since Markus quit drinking. Maybe not
since he and Sebastian Longchamps almost lost their careers to the fact that
they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Sebastian is a country-fried Cajun rocker, and he’s been
missing Markus ever since they broke up all those years ago. His label thinks
he and Markus are a match made in ticket-sales heaven, but Seb knows better. He
knows that it won’t take even the tiniest effort for Markus to break his heart
all over again, and this time around he has way more to lose.
Time has changed both men, though, and while Markus and Seb
try to fight their addictions, the big music industry machine has plans for
them that don’t include the quiet life. Can Markus convince Sebastian that
there are things more important in life than adrenaline and control? And can
Sebastian make Markus understand that all he really wants is his music and his
man?
I’m not going to look at you and say, I’m a m/m writer, or a m/m/f writer or a m/f writer. I’m not going to say I’m just a paranormal writer or a western writer or a contemporary writer. I’m going to tell you that right now I’m finishing up a m/m western in the Roughstock universe and I’m ¾ through a m/m/f featuring werekitties in Las Vegas and I’m working on an angsty m/m western and a post-apocalyptic western and a m/f contemporary and I have a m/m/m/m historical in edits…
I’m a romance writer. I want hot sex, some fighting, a little growling, and tight jeans. The rest is details.
Nummy details, but details just the same.
BA Tortuga
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Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA
Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, 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 porn sites in the name
of research. BA's personal saviors include her partner, 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 is feeling the Colorado
mountains calling. 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.