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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Haunted Halloween Spectacular: By Design by B. A. Tortuga

By Design

B.A. Tortuga

Release Date: October 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-54-5

Categories: Shifters, Gay,

Paranormal

Flame: 5

Price: $2.99

Book Description:

When the boss is away, the cats will play.

When Robin heads to North Carolina with his boss to help design and build a new conference center, he has a bunch of surprises in store for him. The building site is in the middle of nowhere, his boss is being weirder than usual, and he meets not one, but two of the hottest men he’s ever seen in his life. If he can just get his boss Terry to leave him alone with them, Robin knows Casey and Travis could rock his world.

Casey and Travis might play, but they’ve never thought of mating with a third man. Their immediate need for Robin is something they don’t question, though. What they do want to know is how Robin can possibly be unaware he’s a cat shifter. Can they help Robin find the other half of himself and convince him he’s what’s missing in their relationship at the same time?

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

What? It’s true.

I am a Halloween JUNKIE. Thank God I married a woman who’s as into it as I am.

We decorate the yard -- lights and pumpkins, skeletons and witches, spider webs and spooky, goofy signs. Yes, we’re that house.

We spend the entire month of October drowning in every available scary movie known to man -- we watch the 31 days of Halloween, AMCs horror fest, everything from Poltergeist to the Gingerdead Man (if you haven't seen this one, OMG -- run. Go watch. You will pee yourself laughing).

Then there’s the actual Halloween night part. See, we live in an extremely impoverished part of the country, so a house that has ‘the good candy’ is a thing to tell folks about. Our first year here, we had 10 trick or treaters. The next? 50.

Last year? They were bringing kids from the reservations by the truckloads. We had over 200 little ones and we had a BLAST! FYI, in this part of the world, Almond Joys are the candy bar of choice. (In Texas it was Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, go figure).

We (my wife, my mom and me) sit on the front porch in our rockers, wearing our witch hats, and passing out candy. People come in for a hug, for a cup of hot cider (from the Crockpot plugged in on the porch -- did y’all know there are places where it’s COLD at Halloween? I grew up where Halloween is still in the 90s, temperature wise and this has been a learning curve!), and to see the weird dolls that cover the porch.

Then, once the kids have slowed to a trickle, we have the same thing every year.

Cornbread, chili, and chocolate chip spider cookies.

I’ve been making the same meal for...lord...29 years now?

Now, I won’t share my chili recipe, because I haven’t even given it to my best friend from high school, and my cornbread and cookies are gluten free out of necessity these days (Celiacs is a bitch, my friends), but I’ll share the neat link to show how to do the spider cookies.

http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/recipe-collections-favorites/seasonal/halloween-cookies/chocolate-chip-spider-cookie

Now, if y’all are in the Sandia area at Halloween, please stop by and get your cider and your Almond Joy. If you ask nice, I’ll even give you a bowl of chili. Just don’t expect the recipe.

Some things I get scary about. ;-)

Much love, y’all.

BA

Review:

Spicy as ever, this author gives us a new romance that turns the pages and brings a nice menage element to the shifter genre.

4/5

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

http://batortuga.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

https://twitter.com/batortuga

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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Claiming Their Mate

Claiming Their Mate

Two Is Never Enough

Book 2

B.A. Tortuga

Genre: Gay shifter romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: 9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-25-5

Word Count: 30000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description:

He’s here on vacation. They’re here for him.

Samson and Dane are werewolves who act as guardians of their pack. They're also lovers, but they both long for the third person they know will make their home whole. Their Chosen.

Ryan has no idea he's even a werewolf. He's visiting rural New Mexico and Colorado to write horror novels, not get it on with the two hottest men he's ever met. So why can't he keep his hands off them, and why is biting suddenly so hot? Can Samson and Dane convince Ryan that he's like them, and that he needs to leave his city life behind?

ARe

Review:

This book is the second in the series but can absolutely be read as a stand alone. Hot and enthralling, it is a steamy read that will keep you turning the pages well into into the night. Great read!!

5/5

Excerpt:

The pup slipped out of bed late in the night. They’d all slept like they’d been on a hunt, which he guessed lots of Mexican food and sex could simulate. In fact, Dane slept on, not even snuffling when the pressure of Ryan’s body left the mattress.

Samson, now, he wasn’t a deep sleeper, and he knew when someone was trying to make like coyote ugly and not wake him so they could slip away.

That simply didn’t work for him.

He reached out and wrapped one hand around a lean hip. “Where you going?” Samson murmured.

Ryan jumped like he’d been popped with a rubber band in the balls. “I missed my real estate appointment.”

“Well, it’s not like you can call your agent at this time of night, honey.”

“No. No, I guess not.” Ryan stood there, pale in the streetlight filtering in from outside.

Samson loved how Ryan was different, like a marble statue, but warm, alive. He had to wonder if the wolf was pale, too, thin.

“How do you look in your other life?” he asked.

“Like a writer, I guess? I just have a place in Dallas. I’m blocked, so I came out here.”

“Blocked how?” Was it too cold out there on the porch for a guy from Dallas? Samson grabbed an extra blanket and took Ryan outside with him, the pup following easily when he tugged.

“Like writer’s block? I’d been working on a series and I’ve written myself into a hole. I don’t even want to write zombies anymore. It’s silly nonsense, really, but I thought if I came out to the boonies and learned all I could about something new the plot would come to me. I mean, I told my agent I was writing martians, but really, I need to finish the series.”

“Zombies.” Samson blinked, then chuckled, pulling Ryan down with him on the big swing dealie and wrapping them in the blanket. It felt natural as breathing, just like touching Dane always did. Poor Dane. Two orgasms and the guy was out like the proverbial light.

“Yeah. They’re in right now.” Ryan’s nostrils flared and he knew the pup was scenting him, learning him. Exceptional instincts. Samson approved.

“Hmm. I think you ought to add in werewolves.” What would Ryan say to that? Could be really be completely unaware of what was inside him? Samson knew the wolf was in there.

Their alpha, Bruce, was going to give them no end of shit, both sets of his guardians ending up with dormant Omegas. What were the chances?

“Werewolves? They’re almost as done as vampires. Shame, though. I love the trappings of the genre, really.”

“What’s your favorite part?” This was fascinating. It was like seeing himself through someone else’s eyes for the first time. Seeing a werewolf movie with someone who didn’t watch horror…

“The whole animalistic versus human situation. It’s a turn on, just like the whole biting thing in the vampire world.”

“I like biting. So does Dane.” Samson nibbled at the nape of Ryan’s neck.

“Uhn.” Ryan shuddered for him, the entire motion pure sex. “Does he?”

“Mmmhmm. Oh, he’ll tell you he’d rather do the biting and scold for being bitten, but he catches and pitches, if you get me.” Dane could fight like a stone cold motherfucker, but he could bottom like a hot little slut, too.

It all worked for him.

“How long have you two been together?”

Samson pondered that. “Well, we’ve known each other since infancy, I guess.”

“Oh, wow. No shit? That’s cool, huh?”

“Yeah. Sometimes it’s annoying as hell.” Samson chuffed out a laugh. “I adore the fucker, though.”

“Well, good. You two pick up strangers a lot?”

“No.” He tilted back Ryan’s head so he could look into those pretty eyes. “No, we don’t.”

“No?” The blue in Ryan’s eyes were a perfect match for the streaks in the mussed hair, and the combination of looks served to make Ryan looked so young.

“No. You were different right away. We knew you were there before we ever stepped inside.”

Ryan chuckled softly, shook his head. “That’s impossible.”

“No it’s not, honey.” He stroked that flat belly, tugging the heavy ring that pierced Ryan’s cock and Ryan moaned, ass pushing back against him.

“That’s it. Feel it. We’re connected. All of us.”

“God, that...that feels like magic.”

“I love your skin. So smooth.”

“I wax, remember?”

He blinked. Seriously? Ow. Potential for a guy that didn’t mind a little sting, but… Ow. His balls tried to crawl up in his body.

About the Author:

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

http://www.batortuga.com/

http://batortuga.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

https://twitter.com/batortuga

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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Mating Call #ARe

Mating Call

BA Tortuga

Genre: Menage Paranormal Romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: June 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-95-1

Number of pages: 101

Word Count: 22165

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Some rules are meant to be bent.

Stephanie has three rules when it comes to her relationship with werewolves Shaw and Jordan—keep their lusty encounters casual, never invade each other’s space, and no biting. The boys have always seemed perfectly fine with all that, leaving her plenty of time to do her magick and keep her shop going.

When the local pack leader gives Jordan and Shaw an ultimatum—find a mate or find another city to live in—she finds she must rethink her rules or lose her lovers forever.

Jordan and Shaw hate having to ask their best friend Stephanie to help them find a mate, especially because she’s the hottest lover they’ve ever had, and they want her for themselves. The boys will have their hands full convincing Steph that rules are made to be broken, before it is too late.

Excerpt:

The smell of burned sage never got out of robes.

Never.

Stephanie shook the heavy ceremonial robe, the fabric soft in her hands, and sighed. Maybe it was time to take it to the dry cleaners. Obviously Woolite wasn’t doing it. She hung it over the back of her grandmother’s rocking chair. Tomorrow she would worry about the robe. Tonight the boys were coming over.

Tonight she’d be coming, over and over, if she was lucky.

Jordan and Shaw were worth shaving her legs for. They were worth all the fancy lotion she smeared on her body. They were...well, they were a force of nature.

She grabbed her broom and swept the floor, picking up the little bits of herb and candle wax and fur. Pyewacket was already in her spot atop the big wardrobe in the dining room that held Steph’s supplies, black tail hanging down.

A soft yowl sounded as she came close and she reached up, tweaked Wacky’s tail. “I know, sweet lady, but it’s almost the full moon, and Goddess knows I’m not getting any hot, hunky loving outside of the two of them.”

Wacky’s yellow eyes glowed in the dim light, seeming to tell her what an idiot she was. That cat was expressive, almost magically so.

“Two years and I get about four orgasms per full moon. That’s not bad for one night a month?” It was close to perfect, really. She got her freedom to work, update the website, create her spell kits and ship them out. The day before the full moon she saved for her best boys.

They were horny then, and they put aside their worries about the pack to come to her. They worried about their pack a lot, apparently. She was like their mother confessor a little.

Which, okay, whoa. Not sexy, with the holster hips and the penguin-outfit thing.

No, today was tight jeans and a tank top, a see-through shimmery top in the same color as her eyes, deep and dark. Hrm…but they loved her in green, though she teased them about dogs being color blind. Oh, the green sundress. She loved that and it was easy access.

Wacky yowled again and she chuckled, stroking the puffy tail on her way by. “I’m making them steaks, of course. They’re bringing dessert. You, lady, are getting tuna so you can hide in the library.”

Tuna for her cat, a nice long shower for her, then sizzle the steaks on either side for her boys.

It was a good plan.

* * * *

“Do you think she’ll help?”

Jordan stared at the dessert case, trying to decide between spice cake and those eclair thingees. He ignored Shaw’s question as best he could, not wanting to think about what they were about to ask Steph to do.

“Are you listening to me? Do you think she’ll do it?” Shaw was one hell of a puppy some days, bouncing and moving constantly. Jordan wanted to snap at Shaw’s ear.

“I don’t know. Eclairs?” They were going to ask their lover to find them a mate who wasn’t her. Why would she help?

“I like eclairs. She likes the ones with chocolate.” Shaw looked closer. “Can I have pecan pies?”

“Only if you don’t pass out after we all fuck and leave me to talk to her alone.” Such. A. Pup.

“I won’t!”

The little girl behind the counter gasped, turned bright red, and Shaw’s head ducked.

“Sorry, honey.” Jordan smiled a little, not wanting to bare his teeth. “We need two eclairs, a spice cake and two of the pecan pies.”

“Sure. Do you want any cookies? We have snickerdoodles.”

Snickerdoodles. Wow.

“No. No more sugar for this one.” He jerked his thumb at Shaw.

“Hey!” Bright green eyes flashed up at him from under the unruly shock of big red hair.

“I’m getting you pies.” He popped Shaw’s ass, loving that squeak.

They got another wide-eyed look from the little girl behind the counter. Wow. Wow. He had to watch his damn mouth. He was just so fucking horny, this time of the month. He could just toss Shaw down and fuck him raw. Thing was, that wouldn’t sate him. He needed Steph, too.

There was something about the pair of them—her sweet body, wrapped around his cock while Shaw took her mouth. Or Shaw’s ass working him while he watched his lover lick Steph’s creamy...

He groaned, and Shaw stared at him, sporting an amazing hard-on and a look of pure lust. Damn it.

They were never going to manage to just talk to her. Never. They needed her help, though.

“We need to go.” Shaw’s voice was pure rumble, very little human.

“Get it together, baby.” It was just stress. The moon coming. That shit.

“Here you go.” The girl handed over the bag with the pastry, pulling her hand back as though they might bite her.

He didn’t even bother handing her the cash, leaving it on the counter to give the poor girl space. “Keep the change, honey.”

“Thanks.” Jordan grabbed Shaw and dragged him out.

“Teasing asshole. Fuck, I smell you.”

“Hush.” They needed to stop revving up, at least until they got in the truck. They were going to embarrass themselves.

“Uh-huh.” Shaw bounced a little bit, the shithead. Jordan had to wonder whether Nyla had given him espresso this morning.

“I mean it, Shaw. I’ll tie you up when we get to Steph’s.” That made his pup crazy, being forced to be still.

“You won’t.” Shaw groaned, almost rubbed against him.

“I will, baby. I’ll make you scream.”

As crazy making as Shaw was, his sweet mate could make his mouth dry, make him ache for it. He loved that boy to distraction. He reached over and touched Shaw’s thigh.

The lean muscles jerked and jumped, shifted under his fingers, even the cloth of Shaw’s jeans not hiding the movement. Shaw’s cock pressed hard against the zipper, and Jordan had to fight the urge to open those jeans and take that hardness into his hand.

“I hope she’s ready for us.” Shaw panted, licked his lips. “I want you.”

“I want you, baby. I want both of you. I can’t wait to strip you down and do you while you lick her.” He wanted to just grab Shaw by the hair and fuck that pretty mouth. Christ, his hands were shaking.

“I could suck you, now, before we get there. I so could.”

“No.” No, they had to wait. It was important not to dilute the sex magick. Steph had taught them that. They would need every drop, so to speak.

“Asshole.” Shaw gave him a low, pouty growl.

“You want this to work, baby?” He finally handed the bag of pastry to Shaw and got the truck going.

“I don’t know...” Shaw sighed, fastened his seat belt, eyes facing out the window, watching the Rockies. “I don’t want to lose her. I like Steph.”

“I know, baby.” He didn’t want to end their friendship with Steph, either, but the pack was breathing down their neck. They were supposed to be good little wolves and settle down.

“If we find her, our mate I mean, it’ll be good, right? We won’t care that we’re losing Steph?”

Well, Steph had always made it clear that this was just fun and games, hadn’t she? Three buds hanging out, drinking beer, sharing orgasms? They even watched football together. Besides, she knew what they were, knew they couldn’t mate with someone for life who wasn’t one of them.

He smacked Shaw’s shoulder, just a little too hard. “It’ll be cool. We’ll be stupid in love and wanting to make puppies.”

Right?