Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Tuesday Tangle with BA Tortuga

Fistfights as Foreplay

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and all-around lover of all things western. I mean, seriously, what’s not to love? Wrangler butts, chaps, Old Spice and Stetsons—I’m a fan. Of course, I admit, I also have a fairly deep respect for some of the lesser parts of the cowboy lifestyle.

For instance, my daddy—my eternally favorite cowboy—speaks in grunts and clicks when it comes to what he dubs ‘emotional shit’. He tells dirty jokes, keeps what lots of folks would deem questionable company, and is immediately drawn to any pair of nice boobs that happen to wander by.

Possibly my favorite less-than-savory part of the life, though? Fistfights.

Seriously. My tagline is: Because sometimes fistfights are foreplay. It’s a part of the world I grew up in, no question. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fully aware there’s a problem of domestic violence and abuse in the world I grew up in. I was a victim of it for damn near twenty-four years. 

I also know that, sometimes, in my cowboys’ not-so-evolved society, the main way to communicate intense emotions between two men is with their fists.

Take Trial by Fire, for example. Holden has recently lost his twin brother and sister-in-law and become the guardian for their infant daughter. Lachlan has just found out that his long-lost sister has married a rodeo cowboy, died, and left behind a little girl to the care of this stranger.

When Lachlan shows up to take Chloe from Holden, the following ensues:

“I want. To see. Me niece.” Each word drawled out in the most offensive tone Holden could imagine. “She’s all there is left of my sister, and I’ll be fucked if I let her grow up with a bunch of trashy traveling circus types.” 
Holden didn’t bother to monologue. He’d learned every lesson he had from his daddy, and this was an important one. If you’re fixin’ to fight, don’t talk. Hit the bastard first. Holden stepped up and clocked the tall motherfucker right under the jaw, sending Lachlan stumbling back.
Daddy opened the kitchen door without a word, and Holden’s next blow saw Lachlan on the front porch near the steps. The big guy tried to get his shit together to whale on him, but the dude was three times his size, so that wasn’t going to work. He got one more punch in, then shoved the asshole down the front steps, punctuating things with a firm kick in the butt.
“Guess you’re fucked, mate.” He drawled the last out, making it as nasty as he could. “Next time, we’ll just have to shoot first, ask questions after.”
Lachlan’s hat sailed out the door, and Daddy followed, right there with him.

In this scene, Holden is holding in so much pain, is trying so hard to make things work out, that he just can’t respond in any other way than he does. His pain, his emotions, are bigger than any words, and when he’s pushed, they escape him in violence.

Thank God he has Lachlan to help him find a place where he can let that pain go, where there will be room for love, too.

Much love, y’all.


Trial by Fire 

One Aussie. One Texan. One baby. One hell of a fight.

When his sister and her husband are killed in an accident, Aussie cattle station owner Lachlan McCoughney rushes to Texas to rescue their infant daughter, Chloe. He expects to find his niece living in squalor with the Sheffields, a rodeo family.

Instead, Lachlan finds Holden Sheffield, a salt-of-the-earth cowboy running a huge business operation. They want to explore their mutual attraction despite the many problems thrown their way, and together, they must find a way to give Chloe a new family and find a love that spans thousands of acres and two continents.

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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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