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

I’d like to introduce y’all to Zack and Cimarron. They’ve got their issues, but they’re dear as all get out – Austin meets Santa Fe. Cimarron’s an artist; Zack’s a personal trainer, and they both have secrets. *grins* I hope you enjoy.

Noon was awful bright and hot the day after a rainstorm. Zack trekked back across the space between Cimarron’s place and Josh’s, sweat trickling down his neck.

Cimarron had offered to take him home, but his new lover had been still mostly asleep, adorable and rumpled in bed, so he’d just taken a kiss, fed and pottied the puppies, and headed out.

He hoped Kris and Josh were busy.

This was going to be, at best, tough to explain.

Zack crept into the house from the kitchen door, trying not to make noise. With any luck they just thought they were letting him sleep in….

“Dude, you are so busted.” Josh was sitting at the kitchen table, sketching. “You left your phone in your room.”

“It was raining when I left.” Zack said it casually, moving to the fridge.

“Uh-huh. Did you fall asleep in the desert?”

“No.” Might as well brazen it out.

“Pass out in an arroyo?”

“Nope.” He pulled out meat and cheese before pondering bread.

Yeah, he totally wanted a sandwich.

“Come on, man. You come in doing the walk of shame and I worry.”

“Sorry.” Okay, that wasn’t fair, making Josh worry. “I was at Cimarron’s. I walked over there last night to see if he was okay with the storm.”

“Oh? Did he let you stay the night? That was sweet.”

“You might say that.” Okay. So he had to tell Josh. “We had sex.”

“We who?”

“Me and Cimarron. Mind-blowing, crazier-than-the-storm sex.”

“You and…. Are you sure?”

He glared at Josh. “I could hardly miss who was fucking me like a freight train.”

Josh’s head tilted. “Honey? Cimarron? Cimarron Duran? He’s the single least sexual man on earth.”

“Says you.” Zack knew better. Cimarron was stunning, and so very sexual indeed.

“Says me. Kris. Joe. Every human being that has ever met Mr. Hello I’m A Terse Cowboy. Are you sure you didn’t get seduced by a coyote?”

“You are sick.” He said it deadpan, but he was more amused than annoyed.

“I bet that’s what it was.” Josh rolled up, dug him out the hummus spread. “You want tea?”

“I do. Want a sandwich?” He bumped hips with Josh, his butt letting him know he was so not ready to do the hustle.

“Uh-huh. I do. I like how you make them.”

“Cool.” He piled them with veg as well as the meat and cheese. Christ, he was starving. He’d worked his abs hard.

“Whoa, you really did work out.” Josh poked his ribs, teasing.

“I really did. I swear, Josh, he blew my mind.”

Josh leaned against the counter, eyes the size of saucers. “No shit, honey?”

“No shit. I mean….” He shivered, thinking about how Cimarron just took his ass like there was nothing else he wanted, ever.

He’d been split in half and had never come so hard in his life.

“You’re all flushed. It’s adorable.”

“I swear, Josh. He was…. It was the best…. Seriously.”

“I can’t see it, but if you’re happy, so am I.” Josh opened the hummus to hand it to him.


“Sure. You deserve a happy. Even if I don’t see it, because whoa. Cimarron.”

“I didn’t really get it until the rain storms started.” That was all he would say. The rest belonged to him.

“Good thing it’s monsoon season, then.”

Much love, y’all.



Recovery: Book Two

Love is a fragile thing, and it can slip through your fingers if you don’t hold on tight….

When Zack Jung’s AA sponsor and friend commits suicide, he’s desperate to hold it together, and there’s only one place he can turn. He calls Josh and Kris, and they take him back to their ranch outside Santa Fe.

A cowboy to the bone, Cimarron Duran cherishes his orderly life and routine. He likes his neighbors, Kris and Josh, but he has less than no interest in the hipster personal trainer who comes to stay with them—or at least, he plans to fight his interest in favor of his solitary life and his art.

But some things are as inevitable as the weather, and when Zack and Cimarron finally come together, they find they don’t want to let go. It won’t be easy, though, for two men with pasts like theirs to forge a happy future together.

Available December 22 from Dreamspinner Press:

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


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