Hey y’all. I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things country music.
I’m pleased as all get out to introduce y’all to Jonah and Tuff – two Texas musicians that had been a hot and heavy thing, once upon a time.
Their love song hadn’t been a happy one that first go round, but then I got my hooks into them. Please enjoy.
Much love, y’all.
Kasey “Tuff” Tuffman just told Nashville to kiss his you know what. After winning Best New Artist at an award show, he knows it’s time to head back home to Texas. So after a very public meltdown, Tuff makes his way to Austin, where the Red Dirt music lives large.
Jonah Littlejohn once loved KT more than anything in the world. When KT loses it on national TV, Jonah knows he has to reach out and offer his home studio as a place to heal and make music. A bad relationship has left Jonah broken and wary of romance, but he wants to help his old lover out.
Seeing Jonah again proves to Tuff that he’s made the right decision. Now all he has to do is convince Jonah that they’re the most perfect duet there’s ever been.
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Jonah sat on his front porch, picking. Ben and Levain were there jamming, fiddling around as they looked for a hook. The guys were always hunting that next hook.
He knew he was way more Zen about that. If you let it, the hook would come.
Maybe he needed to put that on a T-shirt.
Zen and the Art of Songwriting. Right.
He reached for his guitar but instead picked up his cell when it rang. Damned near scared him out of his skin. He didn’t recognize the number, but he took a shot, answered it anyway. He knew how to hang up, after all.
“Uh. Hey. Jo-Jo?”
The voice took him way back. All the way back to the last time he’d seen KT. That might not be such a good thing.
Oh, who was he kidding? He wasn’t the same man, not even a bit. “KT. How goes it, man?”
“Well, I reckon it’s been worse, but I’ve had better weeks too. How are you?”
“Same as always, man. Making music.”
“Yeah. I—look, you were right. I can use a place in Austin until I get the gig thing worked out. You know anyone renting a room?”
Man, that had to sting some, to ask. “I take it little Kimmie won’t let you stay in her den of iniquity?”
He’d gotten Kim a few gigs in the indie rock scene, and she wasn’t half-bad, but she was heavy into the angry girl music, and he didn’t have as many contacts there.
“She ain’t got room, and she has a zillion cats.”
“I have a guesthouse.” KT was allergic to cats. Wait. Wait, what was he thinking? He hadn’t so much as talked to KT in years. Why the fuck was he pondering letting him come stay?
“Oh.” KT sounded as doubtful as he did. “I don’t want to impose on you, Jo-Jo. I mean, I’m sure you got people by now.”
People? What the hell did that mean? He tried not to let it sting that KT wasn’t interested in seeing him. “Whatever, KT. It’s sitting empty. Let me ask around and I’ll see if any of the guys are looking for a roommate, and I’ll text you. This number okay?”
“Hey, I just don’t think I can hack it if you’ve hooked up with someone else.” KT’s warm chuckle still did crazy things to his insides. “I could totally stay in your guesthouse.”
“You’re welcome to it.” The studio separated the main house from the guest home, so it wasn’t like they’d be in each other’s pockets. “Where are you coming in from?”
“Alpine. Been visiting, but I need to get back to work before I go nuts.”
“Let me know when you get to town, and I’ll text you the address.” He kept his voice casual, because he had a lot of things to think about. A lot of things to consider.
“Thanks. I—” KT cut himself off again. “Thanks, Jo-Jo. I mean it.”
“No problem, man. You know I always have room for an old friend.” An old lover.
God, his curiosity was going to get him hurt, sure as shit. Still, he desperately wanted to hear what happened.
“I’ll buy you a Coke, for sure. I’ll be in day after tomorrow. I’ll text, like you said.”
“Good deal. I have a gig at three, but I’ll be out by six.” Seven at the latest. Probably four.
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