Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and hound dog aficionado.
Hurricane is the third in the story of Galen and Shane. I can tell you that my first basset was a Goober, named after this sweet boy in the excerpt below. I still miss him, angel hound.
Khan had a hold of Goob’s ear and was dragging the hound around the yard, trying to get Galen’s attention.
Galen, of course, was sleeping on the deck chair.
Shane thought on it some—if he let Khan pull Goob’s ear off, he’d have an unbalanced basset. If he turned the hose on Galen to wake him up, he’d have a wet, bitchy Galen. If he removed Goob’s ear from Khan’s mouth and set both dogs on Galen’s flip-flops, that would be both entertaining and leave Goob with both ears and wake Galen up.
Especially since Galen was still in his flip-flops.
He grabbed both dogs, hauled them over to the deck, and pointed out the blue shoes that were moving just a little as Galen snored. “Go get ’em.”
Goob actually stared at him a moment, head tilted, but Khan was younger and in love with her man, and she pounced. Hard.
Galen shouted and flailed, almost kicking his pup, but the man was good, even half-asleep. “What the fuck?”
Shane grinned, snorting as Goob got into it, grabbing one shoe and shaking for all he was worth.
“Shit! Shane. Would you—” The whole kit and caboodle went down, Len crashing to the deck, the dogs badgering him.
Shane would have helped, if he could stop hooting, bent over with it. Oh. Oh fuck. That was. Damn.
Galen was laughing like a fool too, wiggling and trying to get away, those long legs more of a hindrance than a help. “Damn it, Goob, get off my balls!”
Goob reared back, howling away, the sound cut off when Khan grabbed one poor ear again.
“Khan!” That roar had both pups stopped in their tracks, panting, tongues lolling. Galen sat up, pushing them both off. “No biting.”
Goob came running to Shane, ears flopping as Khan groveled at Galen’s feet.
“Oh now.” Len scritched Khan’s ears, making low soothing noises. “That’s a girl. Who’s a good girl?”
“You are so owned, man.” Shane plopped down, got himself an armful of hound dog.
“Uh-huh. Like you aren’t.” Those dark eyes laughed at him over Khan’s head.
“I never claimed not to be, Galen.” He grinned and winked. “At least Goob’s a boy.”
“Hey, I’m a momma’s boy. Why wouldn’t my dog be a girl?” With a wink, Len got up and went to get both pups a biscuit, giving them a treat.
“She’s wanting to come visit. Says she hasn’t seen you in forever.” Not that he was fishing for news of when Len was leaving….
“Yeah? We should have her down.” Stretching, Len showed off for him a little, looking much easier in his bones.
“That would be cool.” Look at that man. All heavy muscle and long limbs, dark hair scattered across the wide chest and ridged belly. “I gotta go back to the club tomorrow. You gonna come see what all we’ve done?”
“Hell yes. I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least a week.” Len wandered over and stroked his back, fingers dancing along his spine. The calluses weren’t as pronounced now, Len’s fingers almost weirdly soft.
“Only a week?” He leaned back into the touch, happy as a pig in shit.
Much love, y’all.
Stormy Weather: Book Three
Galen and Shane are back in the final installment of the Stormy Weather series, and a tempest of epic proportions is brewing. Once they couldn’t get enough of each other, but now Galen’s long hours are driving a wedge between him and Shane. Lonely and starved for his lover’s attention, bartender Shane falls in with a new crowd that doesn’t have his best interests at heart, and Galen struggles with a workload he can’t manage and an unscrupulous partner who wants to eliminate Shane. He can barely keep his head above water, let alone chart a course home to Shane.
While they’re floundering and trying to hold their relationship together, a hurricane heads for the Florida coast—and they’re directly in the path of the storm. It’s a crisis that will either finally break them apart or remind them how much they stand to lose if they don’t hold on to each other.
Also included is the free novella Bartender Rescue.
Dreamspinner Press: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/hurricane-by-ba-tortuga-8905-b
About BA Tortuga
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, 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 Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, 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 has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. 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. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com