Road Trip Vol. 2 by BA Tortuga
Hey y’all, it’s BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of the characters that are cracked.
Let me introduce y’all to Paddy and Neil – they’re a part of MJ and Sonny (and Cowboy and Duncan’s) world. So Paddy’s a thermonuclear scientist and Neil’s a mind-reader. Good luck with that. 😉
Have a look.
Neil listened idly to the thousands of little thoughts that bounced off his brain like angry Africanized bees. The commuters were about to start going into the heart of London, and the area around Canary Wharf buzzed with people who had cut themselves shaving and put ladders in their stockings. People who worried about meetings and about how many bagel sandwiches they had to sell to make a profit. It was actually rather pleasant, as it drowned out a good bit of the rather urgent dread lingering in his own mind. They had made it to London just fine. No one seemed inclined to take notice of them, and the modern glass and metal angles of the Wharf seemed to delight Paddy.
Still, Neil had to wonder how his sweet would feel about Canterbury. Or York. Edinburgh.
“Anywhere.” Paddy’s fingers touched his wrist, just barely, and then Paddy melted back into the crowd of thoughts, curious, looking, watching.
It should have shocked him, that Paddy could do that. Perhaps it had, the first time Paddy had picked another’s thoughts out of his head, wanting to know why Neil was craving eel pie.
Neil loathed eel pie.
Paddy had since learned to separate the thoughts, just as he did. His sweet was a smart one, so quick to catch on. It was the oddest thing, though. Paddy could only hear through him; it was all about him, somehow. Chuckling, he reached over to stroke Paddy’s belly. His very own receiver.
“Mmm.” Paddy smiled at him, eyes just twinkling. “Do you know what fun I could have with one of those chestnut cart dealies?”
“I do, actually.” He’d heard all about it in Paddy’s mind the night they had roasted chestnuts from a cart near the British Museum. Paddy had loved Russell Square, with the big, stately hotel and the park where tourists took pictures of squirrels, of all things.
That just made Paddy smile all the harder, pure joy pouring from him. “We should go see the mummies again.”
“We should. The bog man is rather fascinating too, hmm?” The museum had made Paddy bounce, which Neil thought was the most delightful thing.
“The bog man. The statues. The whole thing, Neil. It’s like magic.” Paddy loved the jewels and the bronze and the marble and the hieroglyphs—Neil could see them swirling, making insane patterns.
“Then we’ll go again today.” Why not? Before they moved on. They would wait out the morning rush at a café and then go in on the Tube.
“The Tube.” That fascinated and terrified Paddy, all at once. “Cool.”
“Indeed. I know. You think of all of the ways bad things can happen, hmm?” He stroked Paddy’s belly, drawing little patterns.
“I can’t help it.” Of course he couldn’t. After all, that was what Paddy had studied to do for years—invent ways to make things happen.
“I never thought you should help it, love.” Rising up, Neil leaned on one elbow, smiling down.
Paddy’s thoughts scattered, and Neil could see himself, suddenly, lovely and amazing and fine. Still, smiling, he bent and took a kiss, letting Paddy see how sweet his smile was, how much Neil adored him. Paddy had become his world, somehow. Paddy moaned into his lips, tongue sneaking out to lap at him.
“Mmm.” Sweet. Hot. Far better than caffeine to wake up on.
Paddy’s laughter tasted good, tickling his lips. “Paddy in a cup.”
“With cream. Whipped, not clotted.”
Oh yes. He could have Paddy with whipped cream. Gracious. What a pleasant idea.
Much love, y’all.
Road Trip Collection
The course of love is a rough ride, but for ecoterrorist MJ, ridge runner Sonny, physicist Paddy, psychic Neil, genetically enhanced English professor Duncan, and the assassin known as Cowboy, the road to romance is a heart-stopping trip—one full of kidnappings, explosions, secret programs, and supersoldiers. They’re an awful ragged bunch to be considered heroes.
Sonny and MJ’s retirement may be in jeopardy, but at least they’re together on a new boat—with no annoying hostages. Then Cowboy, MJ’s old friend, gets in touch, bringing with him a host of complications, including Professor Duncan, who has ties to the Program. A call for help from Paddy sets them all on a collision course with a deadly specter from the past. As MJ makes his plans, Sonny is shaken by the possibility of losing everything.
Walking on the Sun
Sonny is determined to raise hell to hunt for MJ—problem is, will MJ know anyone, or himself, once they catch up to him? Neil and Paddy are healing but reluctantly join the effort, as Cowboy and Duncan help Sonny prepare for a showdown. Sonny might be ragged, but he’s MJ’s hero, and he is not about to give up on the most important thing in his life, even if it kills him. Will everyone survive the last epic battle, or will they go out in a blaze of glory?
First Edition of Under Pressure published by Torquere Press Publishers, March 2009.
First Edition of Walking on the Sun published by Torquere Press Publishers, September 2010.
Available Feb 16 by Dreamspinner Press: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/road-trip-vol-2-by-ba-tortuga-9345-b
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