from “No Bull”
in Mud, Movies, Bullets and Bulls
Hey y’all. I’m BA Tortuga – writer of the guys that don’t mind getting dirty. What? It’s true! Today I’m bringing you an excerpt from my new four-story anthology, Mud, Movies, Bullets and Bullets. This exclusive bit is from “No Bull,” a story about a pair of no-account working cowboys on the Western Slope of Colorado.
I hope y’all enjoy.
Much love, y’all.
Lee pulled up at his little frame house and hopped out, meeting Ring with a scratch and a potato peel, hoping to put the old boy in a good mood. He wasn’t mean or nothing. He just didn’t like surprises.
Pie, on the other hand, was looking down the road where another truck came rumbling on down, his ears pricked up, all but vibrating. Waiting for his new lady friend.
Hell, Lee could relate. He was all but bouncing, waiting on Collin, the pretty cowboy in the dress shirt. Just, damn. It had been a long time since anyone had hit him so hot and fast. But then he’d never met anyone while he was naked in a mud hole before.
There. Collin pulled right on up behind his truck, and old Ring barked once before going over to say hello and sniff the newcomers.
Collin got right down to Ring’s eye level, talking low and sweet, giving the old boy the respect he deserved.
Made the man look even better in his eyes, really.
Pie and Lady danced around, running like idiots, but that was okay. They needed to get some of that energy out. When Ring licked Collin’s hand, Lee knew he had a winner. “I think he likes you.”
“He’s a fine old boy. Is it okay to give them their goodies?” Collin stretched up and up and up, giving him an acre of man to admire.
“It is. You want to do that while I start chores? House is open if you want to get your Lady a drink. Whatever you need.” He wanted to jump Collin right then and there, but critters came first. You got behind on the work, you never caught up.
“Oh, I’ll come help. Let me water the pups and find my work shirt.” There wasn’t a bit of worry in the low voice, that Lady sitting pretty for her treat right off.
He gave the man a grin. “You’ve already helped out a lot. But I do appreciate it. We can have dessert after. Some iced tea.” And then the good stuff.
“Works for me, cowboy.” He lingered long enough to see that the skin under that undershirt had ink on it—some at the shoulder and some at the small of Collin’s back, leading into those Wranglers. Yum.
His jeans got real tight, and a slight grating itch told him he definitely had mud in his shorts. He’d have to see how Collin felt about showers before dessert. He headed on down to his little barn, figuring Ring would bring Collin on down.
It didn’t take long before Collin showed in work boots and a straw hat and the tightest little white T-shirt on earth. “Point me and shoot me.”
Lee near swallowed his own tongue, just staring. “Uh. I. Uh….”
Collin looked at him, and he’d be damned if that six-pack didn’t ripple. “You are edible as fuck, but I start in here, we’ll both regret it.”
“We will. Work. Shower. Carrot cake.” Swallowing, he moved finally, handing over a shovel. “You help me muck, and I’m yours.”
Mud, Movies, Bullets, and Bulls releases June 24th!
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Four men in need of a helping hand….
When a cowboy finds he has grit in all the wrong places, what is he to do? Meet the man of his dreams, of course. But what will save two cowboys from getting bogged down in the mire?
An ex-rodeo cowboy who hates working with Hollywood actors meets a movie star who is looking for something real. Will they get a happy ending, just like in the movies?
A redneck ends up injured and stranded, and his old friend comes to the rescue. It’s the old story of the one that got away. What will they do to keep each other in their lives—and will it be too late?
A professional bull rider is starting to feel his age. When he’s injured far from home and his career is threatened, it’s up to his best friend to step in and point out the other options. Both men have plans—but will they include each other?
Meet the Author
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.
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