B.A. Tortuga's Blog, page 71
October 19, 2013
What I'm Working on This Week
Active Writing:Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher. Playlist is up to 53 songs. Can't stop crying.Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave, due November 1. Almost done.Mick's Pups (m/m/m paranormal) -- hot growly bitiness. :DHome for the Hollandaise (m/m contemporary) -- these boys are cracking me up
On hold:
m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one doesn't have a home or a deadline, so it keeps getting pushed back. I need to get this one open, or it's going to die.
In edits/rewrites:The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites.
Next week's plan?Brother in law is coming Tuesday-Saturday, so my only goal is finishing the girls up. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
October 16, 2013
Cereus: Training is Here!!
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Julia and I wrote blind bear shifters, a m/m/m/m involving two pups, an Alpha and a vamp. Sean played with a fallen angel.
JOY!
Get it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=76_106&products_id=4041
October 15, 2013
October 14, 2013
The Terms of Release Soundtrack
So, I recently contracted Terms with Dreamspinner Press (HAPPY SQUEALING).
Terms ate my brain for months and I love it with a fiery passion of a thousand suns. This one was built on a soundtrack -- without this music, there wouldn't have been a book, so I wanted to give everyone a sneak peek of the songs that rode me and inspired me. :D
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A Modern Day Prodigal Son by Brantley Gilbert -- This was the song that started the book. It came on the iTunes and I burst into tears, Sage wrapping around my skull.
Nobody's Crying by Patty Griffin
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra
Bruises (feat. Ashley Monroe) by Train
Number 37405 by Tim McGraw
Blackbird by Sarah Darling
Whataya Want from Me (Live at ENERGY Berlin 103.4) by Adam Lambert -- it has to be this version. This is Win and Sage's version.
Merry Go 'Round by Kacey Musgraves
Forever (Live Acoustic) by Aaron Lewis
Mississippi by Mac Powell
Two Lanes of Freedom by Tim McGraw
Wild World by Collin McLoughlin
Don't Give Up on Me by Jason Aldean
Speed of the Sound of Loneliness by Nancy Griffith
Hard to Love by Lee Brice
Ships That Don't Come In by Joe Diffie
The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw
El Cerrito Place by Kenny Chesney
The Cowboy Rides Away by George Strait
Til I Can Make It On My Own by Tammy Wynette
Rainy Night in Georgia by Chris Young
Aces by Suzy Bogguss
Gravity by Sara Bareilles
Til My Last Day by Justin Moore
Something That Wild by Chris Cagle
So You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore by Alan Jackson
That's When You Know It's Over by Lee Brice
Sail On (feat. Tim McGraw) by Lionel Richie
Easy (feat. Willie Nelson) by Lionel Richie
Leather and Lace by Elizabeth Cook and Aaron Watson
Die By My Own Hand by Tim McGraw
Homeboy by Eric Church
St. Christopher by Texas Renegade
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Much love, y'all.
BA
October 13, 2013
Six Sentence Sunday -- From Better as a Memory (WIP, m/m)
He was so far from okay that he didn’t even know how his fucking body stayed alive from second to second. “I’m not okay, Ricky. I love him, and it doesn’t matter. I love him, and he doesn’t love me the same. I mean, like I’ve always loved him and always believed that we were going to be together and he’s in fucking Texas porking his high school sweetheart and having everyone clap him on the back. He laid right here, Ricky, and let me believe…” He shook his head and stood up, slamming a chair across the room, the sound of wood cracking satisfying as fuck. “What’s wrong with me?”
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*sniffles*
Much love, y'all.
BA
October 12, 2013
What I'm Working on this Week
Just trying to hit deadlines and fill holes this week. O.o
Active Writing:
Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher. Playlist is up to 53 songs. Can't stop crying.
Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave, due November 1.
On hold:
m/m/f novel (co-write with Julia) -- fun, sexy menage. This one doesn't have a home or a deadline, so it keeps getting pushed back. I need to get this one open, or it's going to die.
In edits/rewrites:
The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites
Absinthe: At proofing.
Cereus: Training -- Weed and Feed. In edits.
Ride 'em -- at edits.
Next week's plan?
Start Home for the Hollandaise -- m/m cowrite with Julia, start m/m/m werewolves. :D
Much love, y'all.
BA
October 11, 2013
What I'm Reading This Week
Finishing Doctor Sleep and then starting The Demonologist by Andrew Hyper. :D
Someone gave me a $100 Amazon g.c. this week and I'm stoked!
Much love, y'all,
BA
October 10, 2013
First, let me say LLAMAS! Daddy's llamas!Then, before you...
First, let me say LLAMAS! Daddy's llamas!
Then, before you judge me on all the things I have on needles, please note that a couple of Christmas presents are done and I can't share them yet.
This is a shawl for Julia. Crocheted, fun. :D
This one one is the shawlette of frogging doom. I've torn it out twice.
My TV knitting. This one is soft and functional.
Still the biggest hat known to man.
Mother's squid shawl...
;-)
Much love, y'all.
BA
October 9, 2013
Wayback Wednesday -- Desert Lobo (m/m/f, paranormal)
I wrote this one for Julia. She has a thing for strong females and a bottom boy. ;-)
Desert Lobo
61 pages / 11400 words
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 ;-)
Excerpt:
Jalapenos.
He dreamed about them, paws sliding on the dirt as he slept. She'd left him food -- plenty of it, and good, too, but...
Not jalapenos.
Jesus whimpered, running in his sleep, mouth watering.
Hungry.
Hu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ungry.
He jolted awake, coming up to stand on all four paws. Chiles. He could smell them roasting.
Was Mariposa home? He'd love it if she was. Home. With her dark eyes and her lips and her amazing stew...
She wasn't in the trailer. She wasn't under the dining fly, roasting chiles on the grill. She wasn't anywhere.
The chiles were, though, along with a hint of male and lust, both scents making his mouth water.
He was such a slut.
He kept to the shade as much as he could, slinking toward the good smells. There. At the other trailer, newer and much sleeker than theirs. The nature professor. Pretty man. Pretty, yummy man. Jesus could eat him alive -- toes to top.
They'd met several times, coming and going. Jonah was always polite, but there was something predatory about him, something that raised the hair on Jesus' neck.
He moved toward the camp, panting hard. There was meat with the chiles. He could smell it, almost taste it. It smelled like heaven. There was smoke, which meant a grill, and that meant he might be able to make off with something if he was careful.
He headed closer, nostrils flaring. He didn't see the pretty hunting man.
He would be so quick he was like a ghost. He would just grab and run. There was a plate of fajita right there on the edge of the little picnic table... He hopped up, teeth grabbing the steak and pulling, hard.
He heard a shout, then a loud puff of air. The dart hit him just behind the head, sinking deep into his neck.
He yelped, eyes rolling as he dug in and began to run, calling for Mariposa.
He didn't get far. His body fought the drug faster and harder than most wolves' would, but the net fouled his legs and he went down. Hard. His muzzle jittered across the dirt, the sand digging in.
"It's okay, boy. It's okay. I won't hurt you." It was the pretty man's voice, close enough to bite, if he could just get loose.
He barked, praying his mate was close enough to hear. No one came. No one but the beautiful man leaning over him, wavering in and out of focus. The voice was soothing, but it didn't help.
Mariposa! Mate! Help! Help! Hel...
October 8, 2013
Now, for the good news.
Bestseller #1!!!
Bestseller #2!!!
Also, I'm proud to announce I sold The Terms of Release to Dreamspinner Press! I wrote this novel specifically for them and I couldn't be happier.
:D
Much love, y'all.
BA
