BA Tortuga on Road Trip Vol. 1 (Road Trip #1-2) (special excerpt and guest post)

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Road Trip Vol. 1 (Road Trip #1-2) by B.A. Tortuga
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza
Published July 24th 2017
Available for Purchase at Dreamspinner Press

 

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is happy to host BA Tortuga here today on her Road Trip Vol 1 tour.  She’s brought an excerpt for everyone from the stories! Happy Reading!

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Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of wild boys.

I’m sharing an excerpt from Road Trip, Volume I, which has the books Racing the Moon and Steam and Sunshine reprints. MJ is an eco-terrorist on the road and Sonny? Well, Sonny is my favorite redneck of all time and is, quite possibly, my hero.

I hope y’all enjoy.

Much love, y’all.

BA

 

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Road Trip Volume I Excerpt

Sonny cursed viciously.

It had been one of the worst days in recent memory. First he’d been out to finish gathering the latest yield from the still to pack it up for the run tonight. Then he’d damned near lost his thumb to the freaking “hiker” with the .38 and the blade big enough to skin a fucking elephant.

And then the goddamned logging shed had blown up, blocking the red dirt road he used to move the product out for a ridge run, leaving him stranded with two days of pork and beans before he had to walk it out, and a failed run that would lose him nigh on five thousand dollars.

Fuck a goddamned duck.

He needed a drink. And maybe to beat Sleeping Beauty to death. The guy was sacked out on his cot, where Sonny had dragged him—despite the throbbing and spurting of his damned hand—looking like some weird, displaced surfer dude with his sun-bleached hair and tanned skin.

Sonny had to fight the urge to kick him again. Really hard.

Instead he lit a cigarette and opened a mason jar half full of ’shine, then sipped as he contemplated his circumstances.

The guy’s backpack hadn’t offered dick in the way of ID. Information, though? Shit, yes. The son of a bitch had a fucking tool kit that was worth more than some folk’s houses. Electronic gizmos. Set of throwing knives. About three days’ worth of high-dollar camping shit. Maps.

A fine compass that he’d confiscated. And detonators. Imagine that. For plastic explosives. Sonny shook his head, sucking down the last sip of ’shine, waiting until his eyes stopped watering to stand and go put a can of pork and beans directly on the burner of his camp stove.

Then he went and woke Sleeping Beauty with a love tap on the chin.

Road Trip V. I blurb

The road to love is notoriously bumpy, full of twists and turns that can throw even the best driver. With obstacles around every corner, Sonny and MJ try to keep it between the lines in two tales that blend steamy romance with high-stakes action and intrigue.

Racing the Moon

Sonny runs moonshine the old-fashioned way. Too bad some fool blew up his road in the Carolina mountains, keeping him stuck, high and unfortunately dry.

Explosives expert and ecoterrorist MJ’s mission is to protect the environment by shutting down a logging company. An encounter with Sonny in the misty forest sheds a new light on his quest, but it’s not until Sonny drugs and kidnaps him for an impromptu holiday that their engines really start to rev.

Steam and Sunshine

A mission they can’t resist lures Sonny and MJ out of retirement when they get word of a man creating dangerous weapons for the government. They head to California to take him down.

What they find is Paddy, a physicist who doesn’t understand the scope of his own discovery, and Neil, his bodyguard. During a wild and unpredictable cross-country ride, an uneasy partnership develops between kidnappers and targets when the four men discover they have a common enemy.

Available July 24 from Dreamspinner Press. 

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

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