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July 24, 2014

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One of my favorite pictures of my wife.

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Published on July 24, 2014 13:45

July 23, 2014

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Published on July 23, 2014 16:20 • 12 views

July 22, 2014

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Dedicated to Jeremy. I’m glad your break was lucky. Love you, Bubba.

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Published on July 22, 2014 13:44 • 2 views

July 21, 2014

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The show didn’t start until tomorrow night, and Denver wasn’t going to survive another night alone. If the kid, Blaine, wasn’t coming after him, that meant another two would, and he was hurting.

Two broken ribs was the worst of it, but he didn’t have a single square inch that wasn’t sore, not a muscle that wasn’t screaming, and damn it all, he needed a full night’s sleep.

When the knock came to his trailer door at seven o’clock, he almost screamed, but he went to answer, Brax’s beautiful yellow-green eyes glowing in the gathering gloom.

“Green, the pride is meeting. All of us. Come let us welcome you back.” The kit’s whiskers were damn near vibrating.

He grinned. “Are you sure everyone wants to welcome me?”

“Everyone. All of us.” Brax leaned in, rubbing their cheeks together. He did love the way the kitties showed affection.

“Well, come on, then.” 

He let Brax lead him away from the trailer, back to the odd, amazing sets of gypsy tents the felines lived in. He loved the smells there, his nose working, picking out smoke and fish, spice and musk. 

Oh, he had missed Brax, the whole Pride. 

“Green!” Brax’s nephew, Shan, came running, slamming into him. 

“Shan honey!” He grabbed the kit up and spun him around with a laugh. 

“God, it’s been what, ten years?” 

It had been more than that, but Shan had a kitty memory.

“Too long.” They rubbed cheeks, greeting each other happily.

“There are a few new ones to meet.” Shan tugged him deeper into the kitty colony.

“I’ll find you, Green. Promise.” Brax waved, and Denver followed happily, his nose working overtime. He grinned. Dent had never understood his need to be with the cats. Never. 

There was something about them, though. Joyful and warm and easy-going, but toothy and intense when it mattered. Shan tugged him around, all sorts of cats saying hi, and they stopped before someone new. 

“This is Dmitri.” 

“Dmitri.” He held out one hand. “Denver.”

Lord, this one was the size of a house. One big hand swallowed his. “Good to finally meet you,” Dmitri said in heavily accented English. 

He shook hands, then they shared a quick man hug. “What do you do here, honey?”

“Security, mostly. And I make stir-fry.” The big guy had an Eastern European accent and vaguely Eurasian face. Tiger, maybe?

“I love a good stir-fry. Water chestnuts. Crunchy.” He grinned, tension easing off him.

“Me, too! I also like sprouts. They tickle.” 

“Yes. Make you lick your chops.” 

The pride was coming, the fire in the fire pit glowing. The near two dozen males gathered in pods, while the females with kits stayed away, then still more guarding the perimeter.

“Come and sit with us.” Dmitri still had his hand, and more of the males approached, giving him a drink, offering food. 

“You sure y’all want me?” The pack would have a fit, but he needed this right now.

“Of course we do!” Dmitri looked shocked. “You are friend, Denver. Even I know of you.” 

“I had to ask. In case the pack snarls.”

“Let them.” Brax came bouncing back, hugging him hard. “They know better than to mess with my family.”

He let Brax’s scent wash over him, his body heavy with the weight of exhaustion. “Just need to rest.” 

“Need to rest. Smoke. Need petting.” Brax moved to work his shoulders as he drank deep.

“Oh.” He moaned a little, his head falling forward. One of the little males came up, took a long slow drag from a joint, and leaned in to offer him a shotgun. Denver put one hand on the kit’s neck and took the smoke in, luxuriating in touch. 

“There you go. That’s better.” Brax purred softly. “Me next.”

Available here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=76&products_id=4220

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Published on July 21, 2014 10:10

July 20, 2014

“Next time the girls have a night, I swear, we’ll have a guys’ night.” Dixon smiled, reaching out to touch Grainger’s shoulder and doing pretty good.


“Oh, cool, can we have shrimps? I love shrimps.”


“We’ll go to Red Lobster, huh?” Grainger thought that was the fanciest place ever. 

 

Much love, y’all.

BA

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Published on July 20, 2014 06:12

July 19, 2014

New m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado 

YA novel (f/f) — this one is 35K in and happy

Roughstock Brazilians!

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Say Something in edits

Deconstructing Channing in edits

 

At beta:

Colts and Cowboys

 

At proofing:

Nothing!

 

Subbed:

Nothing O.o

 

Next week's plan?

Write write write write

 

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Published on July 19, 2014 06:08 • 1 view

July 18, 2014

Oh, y’all. I’m fixin’ to bust.

I get to see Kiernan and Butch and Bron and Kris and Jenny and Siobhan and Andrew and Joey and Vincent and Diana and Louisa and Heather and Stella and Shannon and and and...

And I get to see my baby sister.

And I get to meet her fiancee.

AND I get to see my niece.

AND I GET TO SEE MY GRANDBOO!

*ahem*

Excited?

Moi?

No...

SPARKLES!

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Published on July 18, 2014 06:07

July 17, 2014

July 16, 2014

Midnightrodeohomecoming510

Oh, y’all. I am so excited about this book. I had the idea to write a paranormal rodeo and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that I needed to ask Julia and Kiernan to share the universe with me. 

I wrote Denver, the lead bullfighter, and I have to tell y’all, I fell in love. Like whoa.

Then the other werewolf bullfighters showed up. And Thack the demon stock contractor. Max the ghost rider safety man.

*SPARKLES*

Official blurb:

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.

In Oklahoma Rain by Kiernan Kelly, psychic Blaze scouts locations for the rodeo company, Darque and Knight, where he finds another psychic talent, Zack, who’s hot as the Fourth of July. Zack is complicated, though, thanks to his sidekick, Mikey, a damaged kid. Blaze invites the pair back to the rodeo, but not everyone is as happy as Blaze to have them there.

In Big Bear, Little Bear, by Julia Talbot, bear shifter Ben is returning to the rodeo after a long injury recovery. Big bear shifter Ozzie is the barrel man and clown, and he’s been waiting for Ben to come back to the big show. But is Ben ready to ride again, let alone be the lover Ozzie is ready to take on?

Get it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=76&products_id=4220

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Published on July 16, 2014 05:58 • 5 views

July 15, 2014

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Still happy!

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Published on July 15, 2014 05:56