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Monday, July 25, 2016

Setting His Sights #ARe #FEARLESS


Setting His Sights
Fearless 6
BA Tortuga

Genre: Gay Romance, action adventure

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: July 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-20-0

Word Count: 20000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description:

Trey’s waited long enough to take what he needs.

Trey Jamison leads an elite mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and team long-range sniper.

Kai hasn’t made any secret of his attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the feelings he has for his captured teammate.

Review:

Awesome read! Snarky, sexy and an action adventure that will keep you reading long into the night. Great book!

4/5

Excerpt:

Kai liked when the team spent their downtime together.
Oh, he was probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds, and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement, but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.
Maybe because he usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.
The boss was a beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing, except maybe the way Kai admired the man.
Then again, Trey was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing glances, huh?
“You stroke your dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster than everyone else.
“You don’t really want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.
“Ew. No. Don’t tell.”
“Then don’t ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been decent about it.
“No problem.” Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern again?”
“Trey says our last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”
“I need to go get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that little crazy thing we just rescued.”
The girl in Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.
Maybe all girls really were horse crazy.
“Y’all just need to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”
“That sucks ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on, you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”
“Who’s the hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.
“Not you?” Trey asked.
“Nah.” Kai indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you don’t want jamming on you.”
“True enough.” Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”
“Nope.” All he wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s this job look like?”
“I don’t know yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America, maybe.”
“Damn.” All that heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the Middle East played havoc, too.
“Sucks to be you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”
Kai bit back his reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”
“Nope. You’re damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate it.”
The little glow of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”




About the Author:

B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, 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.

For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website:






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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Smashing the Spotlight Tour and Giveaway #ARe #Infamous


Smashing the Spotlight
B.A. Tortuga

Genre: Gay, Werewolves, Paranormal

Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-63-0

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill

Book Description:

Sometimes the moon shines brighter than the stage.

Connor ‘CJ’ Lamont is at the top of his game playing the bad boy of country music. The problem with his ultimate redneck persona is that… well, he’s not. CJ is a wickedly smart songwriter and musician who suffers from an excess of personality. He lives, not for the spotlight, but for the three months of downtime each year when he can finally be himself.

Sexy werewolf Lee Mills is hired as CJ’s new security to keep him safe and assure that he stays on the medication he’s been on since birth. But when Connor’s parents see sparks fly between their son and his new security guard, they are intent on keeping the wolf at bay. Of course, Mills isn’t used to taking orders, at least not from anyone who isn’t his pack alpha, and he has no intention of following the rules.

In fact, if Mills has his way, he’ll be smashing the spotlight and showing Connor the moon.




Excerpt:

Connor did his market shopping—shrimp, rum cake, and root veggies and those neat little brown sugar candy deals—before heading out to the beach house. It sat there like a faded jewel, the turquoise paint beaten down by the sun. It was little, simple, nowhere a famous asshole would live.
Connor loved it.
All he had to do was eat and swim and lounge in the sun. Oh, he had his guitar and in a few days the itch to write would be on him. For now, though, he wanted fruit. Rum.
He dumped the food in the fridge, poured himself a piña colada and headed out to his chair to soak up some sunshine.
Connor stopped short when he saw the long, well-muscled man who was stretched out on a tiny air mattress across from his lounger. “Hope you got enough food for two people,” the guy said, sitting up and running a hand through a shock of dark brown hair.
“This is private property, dude. It’s posted.” Connor wasn’t stupid. He knew this was security man, but he wasn’t fucking at work.
“I know. Not a bad setup. I can work with it without losing any of your aesthetic.”
He turned without a word and went back inside, locking the door behind him. He could call the police, but that seemed less than fair. This guy was working, doing his job. He could give it a day or two, see if the guy gave up. He could find another place, maybe another beach.
Christ.
He just wanted a break.
The door opened seconds later. “Nathan gave me a key. Look, I’m not here to make your life shit. In fact, I’ve gone over all the scenarios and decided not to hire a team like they want me to. As far as anyone knows, I’m a buddy of yours down on vacay with you. Hence the beach get-up.”
Connor glanced at Mr. Security again, who looked like something out of the International Male catalog in a pair of soft linen pants and nothing else. His accent, though, that was pure Deep South.
“I didn’t hire you. Just go home, tell my mom I’m fine, and collect your paycheck, man. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, and if you got shot or messed up or something, I would never work again.” The guy stepped up into his personal space and thrust a hand at him. “Mills.”
He shook instinctively, then pulled away. Nathan wasn’t his buddy anymore. In fact, he hoped Nathan’s retirement sucked. Okay. Connor was going to his bedroom and then he was going to create a plan that didn’t involve having a babysitter.
He was a smart dog. He could do this.


About the Author:

B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, 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.

For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website: www.BATortuga.com




 Review:

This book was a great foray into MM romance. It kept my interest as Nathan fell for Connor and helped him out of his shell. Hot and copious sexy scenes, shifter action and more await the reader on this journey. I want to go hang with Mama Cherry and listen to some music after this one. Awesome read.

4/5

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