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Six Sentence Sunday -- Untitled f/f

“Fuck off, you bat.” Rose stuck her tongue out, and the sudden playfulness was incredibly, oddly erotic.

Jane wanted to suck on that tongue and taste the apple.

This was absolutely not the time or place for that, so she went for needling. “Why are you dressed like a hippie?”

“Because I make a shitty Mexican.”

***

Two assassins. Lots of smut. ;-)

Much love,

BA

What I Worked on this Week

Coming down from the con...

 

Active Writing:

Cereus: Training (co-write with Julia) -- Weed and Feed -- the m/m/m/m has turned into a m/m, m/m.

Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher.

Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave

Absinthe (co-write with Julia) -- m/m paranormal sequel to Moonshine

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.

 

In edits/rewrites:

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites

Catnipped (working title): Subbed.

 

Next week's plan?

Finish up Weed and Feed. Outline the next Coke/Dillon book :D

 

Much love, y'all.
BA

What I'm Reading this Week

Lord, I had long flights to read this week.

I read Renew by Sean Michael, Two to Love by Sophie Oaks, Haunted House by Jack Kilborn. I am reading Taken in Hand by Shannon West and the Cindy Gerard book (which lives in the bathroom) is almost done. :D

Much love, y'all.

BA

Guest Post: A. Catherine Noon and Rachel Wilder -- A Hottie in Sheepherder’s Clothing

A. Catherine Noon here.  Rachel Wilder and I are grateful to BA Tortuga for hosting us at her place today!  

I got to thinking about cowboys, since that’s obviously a theme here.  ~smile~  I grew up around real, live cowboys who spit tobacco juice; swore like, well, cowboys; got in bar fights; and were loyal and steadfast to the bitter end.  My childhood memories of them aren’t very romantic, of course, since I learned to ride when I was six and knew these guys as older brothers I never had or even adopted uncles.  But now?  What makes us swoon for cowboys?

Now, I’m an avid knitter, (bear with me, this will make sense in a second).  A few years back, two friends and I decided to head up north to the Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival.  It’s quite something; if you’re curious, check out this link.  So we’re there for the day, looking at yarn, roving (unspun fiber), books, art, textiles, and livestock.  My friend was super excited about the dog trials, where you get to see working sheep dogs heard animals.  

Then there was a scrum for the back of a particular barn.  “What’s going on?”  “It’s a sheep shearing!”

Now, I grew up around horses, with cowboys.  Not sheepboys.  Or sheep herders.  Whatever the heck.  I wasn’t enormously excited – which is, I’ll admit, a little out of character, since a) I love crafts and textile arts and b) it’s how you get the wool that you spin into yarn and c) it’s a traditional farming skill.  But here’s how I see it:  I like horses.  They have velvety-soft noses, you can ride them, and they’re smart.  Sheep stink, are dirty, and I don’t really like the taste of mutton. 

On the other hand, ALL the women around us were making beelines to the barn – yuppies in their fancy boots that have never seen a cow, farm ladies with their pretty hair and wise eyes, young women, old women…  I said to my friends we’d better follow these women, maybe they know something we don’t.

We got to the barn and there he was.  The sheepboy.  He was sunburned, weathered brown skin on his face and neck contrasting with the line of lighter skin just visible at his neckline when he bent over to pick up the shears.  The sheep, unenthused by the sudden audience, bleated.  He seemed so calm as to maybe be on valium or something – now come on, I told myself, that’s probably just the Zen of the sheep.  He talked about shearing and sheep and roving and I admit, I woolgathered.  (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

Then he reached down, flipped the sheep up in the air with one arm, and proceeded to shear it.

Okay, now I get it.  There were muscles under that skinny exterior – whipcord and muscle over bone.  He might look weathered but with a good, long, hot shower he could be cleaned right up.

And I wasn’t the only lady in the audience with that on her mind, let me tell you!

So I ask you:  when has the reality turned out even better than the fantasy?  Failing that, which character would you like to meet on a real, live farm or ranch?  

 

Buy link:  http://store.samhainpublishing.com/tiger-tiger-p-72887.html

Chicagoland Shifters, Book 2

Veterinary trauma surgeon and animal empath Sasha Soskoff has found everything he ever wanted with his new partners Neal, Steve and Carlos. Life feels as safe and secure as it can be among a group of ex-Marine tiger shifters. Until a homeless man is found, gruesomely mauled and murdered, near Neal’s BDSM club.

When it’s determined a rogue tiger did the deed, the jaguars’ accusing eyes turn toward Sasha’s lovers. The precarious balance of peace tips dangerously toward war.

Neal knows damned well none of his tigers committed the crime. Someone must be in Chicago without his knowledge or permission, and they’d better find him fast before uncertainty and conflict rip the tight-knit band apart from the inside.

As Sasha struggles to heal the stress fractures forming among his tiger family, he begins to wonder if his dreams of a home, and love, were too good to be true. And it’s precisely that moment the killer strikes at the heart of the tiger clan—Sasha himself.

How to find A. Catherine and Rachel
My links: Blog | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | LinkedIn | Pandora Knoontime Knitting:  Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Ravelry
Noon and Wilder links: Blog | Website | FacebookThe Writer Zen Garden:  The Writers Retreat Blog | Forum | Facebook | TwitterTeam Blogs: Nightlight | Nightlight FB Page |  Beyond the Veil | BtV FB Page | LGBT Fantasy Fans and Writers | LGBTFFW FB Page
Publishers: Samhain Publishing | Torquere Press 

Newsletter Coming

My newsletter is coming soon and the giveaway this month is goodies from AAD!

At RT I managed to give away 3 boxes of books and yummies. :D

Much love, y'all!

BA

Heading to Authors After Dark!

If you're in the Savannah area, come see me! I'm the redneck with the pink hair!

Much love, y'all!

BA

Six Sentence Sunday -- A Watched Pot (m/m, cont)

This is from my 2013 short for charity, releasing from Torquere Press in September.

***

He had no idea what he’d agreed to, really. He moved close, though, feeling heat from the stove and from Evan.

Evan nodded and picked up a spoon, the motion drawing one bare shoulder across him.

He swallowed, his hands clenching. Then Evan offered him a taste, and he leaned to lick at the wooden spoon.

They both moaned, which was weird because he was the only one tasting.

***

Much love,

BA

What I Worked on this Week

Busy. Busy busy busy. Brain tired. ;-)

 

Active Writing:

Cereus: Training (co-write with Julia) -- Weed and Feed -- the m/m/m has turned into a m/m/m/m

Better as a Memory (m/m, cont) -- new Eat My Brain novel without deadline or publisher.

Beauty and the Butch (working title) -- f/f assassin piece for Ellora's Cave

Absinthe (co-write with Julia) -- m/m paranormal sequel to Moonshine

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.

 

In edits/rewrites:

The Four Horsemen: Ace and Kitty: working on the rewrites

The Terms of Release: Subbed.

Catnipped (working title): In to beta

Charity Sip for Torquere to editor

 

Next week's plan?

Going to Authors After Dark. Won't be writing. ;-)

 

Much love, y'all.
BA

What I'm Reading this Week

Been a lazy reading week for me, because I've been Writer Woman. :P

Next week will be better because I'm at AAD, so I'll read on the plane, read at the hotel, find new authors...

Much love, y'all.

BA

Looking forward to Authors After Dark in Savannah.

So, the books and promo are shipped, the t-shirts and slippers are packed. The hair is freshly pinked and I've been doing my push ups so my hugging arms are ready. 

I look forward to AAD all year and I can't tell you how ready I am to go and see old friends, meet new ones, and *play*.

If you haven't attended, you totally should. This is my favorite con of the year.

Are you coming? 

Much love, y'all.

BA