B.A. Tortuga's Blog, page 100
June 20, 2012
Dieting, Writing, and Dogs
Man, I started a new diet Sunday -- I can't complain, I've lost 5 lbs., but man, I'm having challenges with it. You don't think about all the carbs you eat when you're not counting all the carbs you eat, you know? ;-)
Started a new novel last week, which is good and bad, I guess. Good because it's writing itself, is hot and angsty and I'm having a ball. Bad because I have about 12420394723059128374 projects that Markus and Sebastian rolled over like Sherman tanks.
Still, so not complaining. :D
My dogs are currently playing birdie bowling. This game involves sitting on the back porch until about ten thousand doves settle at the bird bath/feeders. Then there is a frenzy of running and barking and flapping loose skin (being a basset hound mom is CLASSY, I tell you). I can see them play the game all morning from my desk. It's pretty damned funny.
*grins*
Okay, I just interrupted a hot sex scene. Better let them fuss a little. ;-)
BA
June 18, 2012
Meme: Lucky Seven
Sommer Marsden is sharing the meme pain, and I'm a good blogger, so I'm being good.
Good, damn it. :D
Here are the rules:
The ‘rules’ are: Go to page 7 or 77 of your latest work. Read down to the seventh line and then post online the next seven lines or sentences. Then head off and tag seven more writers.
And here are 7 lines from page 7 of my current obsession, tentatively titled Fighting Addiction:
“Start with the stadium rocker?”
“Uh-huh. I was thinking something about fireworks and flames?” Seb plopped down beside him, pulled out the ancient six-string.
“Old flames, maybe. America loves an old love story come back to life.” Markus popped his acoustic out of the case.
*grins*
Love these boys. :D :D :D
Now to punish the wicked! I tag:
Sean Michael, Katherine Halle, Jodi Payne, Elizabeth Brooks, TA Chase, M. Durango, and JM Cartwright
June 15, 2012
June 13, 2012
More concert pics :D :D :D
Because I adore y'all and desperately need to share!
June 11, 2012
June 4, 2012
Happy June, y'all!
Happy June, y'all.
*grins*
Spent the whole weekend moving furniture and reorganizing the office and cleaning the garage. Let me tell you, I am so blasted sore... ;-)
The office looks nice, though. We (being Julia and me) went from two little desks to one big old vintage table. It's a little different, but nice. Instead of being back to back, we're facing each other.
The only problem with the office move is that there is a huge blank spot where my eyes land. I foresee art in my immediate future.
Well, actually I see taking Julia to Dallas later this week to see Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw at the Brothers of the Sun concert for her birthday, but, you know...
Art might happen.
;-)
BA
May 30, 2012
Inspiration
Been writing like a mad fiend today and this has been my inspiration -- there's something about the depth of the image, the negative space. It satisfies my writer's soul and my photog soul.
Okay, it's also hot as hell. Sue me. ;-)
Taking tomorrow off to potter around and rest (I'm fighting a nasty summer cold), then Friday is for writing again. Right now I have the second in the Cowbell, Book and Candle series working and I'm finishing up my co-write with Julia on the Cereus: The Opening stories. I think, though, as soon as the Cereus doc is closed, I'm going to let some guys get their cowboy on.
I need more chaps in my life.
*kisses and love*
BA
May 28, 2012
Memorial Day
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All gave some; some gave all.
My thanks to all the folks doing their duty; my prayers to the families of the ones that can't come home again.
Much love.
BA
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Sex Scene Saturday (one day late) -- Desert Lobo (m/m/f, paranormal)
I spent the first half of this holiday weekend working my butt off. Now I'm sitting and, well, working. I'm sore, sunburned, I have a broken toe (again, same toe), and behind, but here's y'all go.
BA
***
Jonah was very concerned with the survival of the Mexican gray wolf. Very. So much that he'd turned tracker and conservationist. He liked it even better now that radio collars were a thing of the past and the tiny chips were in. Radio collars could get an animal killed.
The wolf was in glorious shape, too -- healthy and solid, coat beautiful. Someone was keeping him well-fed.
Hell, someone was probably not too far away, considering that the little bastard had gone after people food. That steak had been almost perfect, too. Just seared on the outside.
Jonah grinned, making soothing noises deep in his throat. "Hush now, buddy. I won't keep you much longer. It's in my best interest for you to be running around free. It's good for me if people are used to wolves, huh?"
The wolf howled, straining at the cage, big body pushing hard.
"Goodnight, he does make a lot of noise." He'd know that voice anywhere, deep and husky, low and pure sensuality. Mariposa -- the curvy, amazing artist from the next plot over.
"He does. He's a glorious specimen, though. How are you, lady?" She made him want to howl. She smelled so damned good, and she had this mouth...
"I'm good. I've been out of town, at a craft show. Sold a lot of pieces. Came home and heard the ruckus and had to see what my favorite neighbor was up to." She smiled at him and sashayed closer, letting him smell her. She smelled of cinnamon and spice, of dark coffee and wild flowers. She was wearing a gauzy dress with nothing underneath, and a huge turquoise necklace that rested against her tanned skin.
Jonah's cock firmed right up, his nose working overtime. There was something lovely and untamed about her. Something he wanted.
"How've you been?" Her fingers trailed up along his chest, teasing.
"Good. Good. I just caught him today at lunch. Have you seen him around?"
Her eyes glanced down at the wolf, and she smiled. "I have. I see him a lot. I feed him. He's always hungry."
"I wondered. He seemed a little domestic. Tried to steal my steak." He put a hand over hers, holding it to his chest.
"He is a little thief." She chuckled. "Just like Jesus, si? Steals little bites."
Ah. Jesus -- her... boyfriend? Husband? Something.
Jonah took a step back. "So, where is Jesus?"
"On a wander. I think his nose got him in trouble again." She winked, smiled. "We have an... understanding, Jesus and I. Sometimes a woman needs and her mate is... unavailable."
Huh. He liked the sound of that, but some little voice told him it was too easy. Too good. "Yeah? You needing?"
"I am. It's been a long few days." She was liquid sex.
"Yeah?" He managed not to reach for her. Barely. "Tell me more."
"Lots of sun, tequila, wind. Lots of grabby old men and bitchy women, and I'm home.
"I like tequila." He laughed. She was just impossible to resist. She really was. He moved close again, reaching out to play with her hair.
"Mmmhmm." She stepped closer, her heavy breasts warm against his chest. "What else do you like, guapo?"
"I like how you look in that dress." His finger slid down the curl he held to land on the top swell of one breast.
"Yes?" Her nipple went hard, went tight for him. Begged for him.
"Mmmhmm. I like how you look naked in your camp shower, too." Not that he looked. That would be wrong.
"Do you? Have you been peeking?" Her breast pressed into his hand.
"I might have noticed while I was out tracking migration patterns." He squeezed a tiny bit.
She hummed for him, the sound oddly feral.
He lowered his voice, which seemed silly, but damned if the wolf didn't look to be listening. "I might have seen you and your man dancing naked, too."
"Mmm. He is lovely, isn't he? Dark and lean..."
"He is." They both were. He'd wanted, watched, but never been at a place where he could touch.
"You should have come to play."
Oh.
Oh, damn.
*** Desert Lobo61 pages / 11400 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-050-3
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Jonah is tracking Mexican wolves in the New Mexico desert when he meets Mariposa and Jesus. He thinks they're an amazingly hot couple, but thanks to tricky genetics he never suspects that they might be the same kind of wolf enthusiast he is. When he captures a wolf for tagging, though, Jonah learns that his new neighbors might have a lot more to them than just high sex-appeal. Can he convince gun-shy Mari that he has a lot to offer her and her mate?
Available at Torquere Press, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.
Author's Note: Heat level: 5 Flames ;-)
Jonah was very concerned with the survival of the Mexican gray wolf. Very. So much that he'd turned tracker and conservationist. He liked it even better now that radio collars were a thing of the past and the tiny chips were in. Radio collars could get an animal killed.
The wolf was in glorious shape, too -- healthy and solid, coat beautiful. Someone was keeping him well-fed.
Hell, someone was probably not too far away, considering that the little bastard had gone after people food. That steak had been almost perfect, too. Just seared on the outside.
Jonah grinned, making soothing noises deep in his throat. "Hush now, buddy. I won't keep you much longer. It's in my best interest for you to be running around free. It's good for me if people are used to wolves, huh?"
The wolf howled, straining at the cage, big body pushing hard.
"Goodnight, he does make a lot of noise." He'd know that voice anywhere, deep and husky, low and pure sensuality. Mariposa -- the curvy, amazing artist from the next plot over.
"He does. He's a glorious specimen, though. How are you, lady?" She made him want to howl. She smelled so damned good, and she had this mouth...
"I'm good. I've been out of town, at a craft show. Sold a lot of pieces. Came home and heard the ruckus and had to see what my favorite neighbor was up to." She smiled at him and sashayed closer, letting him smell her. She smelled of cinnamon and spice, of dark coffee and wild flowers. She was wearing a gauzy dress with nothing underneath, and a huge turquoise necklace that rested against her tanned skin.
Jonah's cock firmed right up, his nose working overtime. There was something lovely and untamed about her. Something he wanted.
"How've you been?" Her fingers trailed up along his chest, teasing.
"Good. Good. I just caught him today at lunch. Have you seen him around?"
Her eyes glanced down at the wolf, and she smiled. "I have. I see him a lot. I feed him. He's always hungry."
"I wondered. He seemed a little domestic. Tried to steal my steak." He put a hand over hers, holding it to his chest.
"He is a little thief." She chuckled. "Just like Jesus, si? Steals little bites."
Ah. Jesus -- her... boyfriend? Husband? Something.
Jonah took a step back. "So, where is Jesus?"
"On a wander. I think his nose got him in trouble again." She winked, smiled. "We have an... understanding, Jesus and I. Sometimes a woman needs and her mate is... unavailable."
Huh. He liked the sound of that, but some little voice told him it was too easy. Too good. "Yeah? You needing?"
"I am. It's been a long few days." She was liquid sex.
"Yeah?" He managed not to reach for her. Barely. "Tell me more."
"Lots of sun, tequila, wind. Lots of grabby old men and bitchy women, and I'm home.
"I like tequila." He laughed. She was just impossible to resist. She really was. He moved close again, reaching out to play with her hair.
"Mmmhmm." She stepped closer, her heavy breasts warm against his chest. "What else do you like, guapo?"
"I like how you look in that dress." His finger slid down the curl he held to land on the top swell of one breast.
"Yes?" Her nipple went hard, went tight for him. Begged for him.
"Mmmhmm. I like how you look naked in your camp shower, too." Not that he looked. That would be wrong.
"Do you? Have you been peeking?" Her breast pressed into his hand.
"I might have noticed while I was out tracking migration patterns." He squeezed a tiny bit.
She hummed for him, the sound oddly feral.
He lowered his voice, which seemed silly, but damned if the wolf didn't look to be listening. "I might have seen you and your man dancing naked, too."
"Mmm. He is lovely, isn't he? Dark and lean..."
"He is." They both were. He'd wanted, watched, but never been at a place where he could touch.
"You should have come to play."
Oh.
Oh, damn.
May 23, 2012
What I've Been Researching
Yup. Folk magic.
I'm writing on the second in the Cowbell, Book and Candle series and Sara May's cowboys informed me that hoodoo was their thing.
Hoodoo is fascinating, especially that there are so many versions -- Cajun, African, European. I'm focusing on the bayou version, so that Jules can do his thing and get his gran's suitcase back.
What set me on this path? The fact that conjuring hands are made, but they have to be fed to work.
Isn't that a great thought? That you have to feed the magic?
*sparkles*
Y'all have a fab day. I'm going to scribble and watch my birds.
*kisses*
BA
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