Long and Short Reviews welcomes BA Tortuga who is releasing the second edition today of Oil and Water.
Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy!
I’m tickled to be re-introducing Max and Morgan, the boy’s from 2006’s Oil and Water. They’ve been waiting for their re-release a long time, and I’m pleased as punch that they’re here.
Morgan wrapped his jacket around himself, tugging the collar up against the rain. Miserable weather lately. Maybe it was time to head south. Italy, maybe. Or Brazil.
Somewhere warm and lush and green.
He shivered, trying to decide whether to go to his little private flat or his official rooms or just find a pub to hide in for a few hours. There was no way he was bringing his flute out into this shit.
His reverie was broken by the feel of a solid shoulder slamming into his, almost knocking him back on his ass on the wet pavement.“Careful! Christ, this isn’t a fucking football field.” He winced, rubbing his shoulder.
“Shit! Sorry. I didn’t even see….”
The voice rang a bell. So did the tall, rangy body, even if it was topped by a cowboy hat this time instead of a cap. He grinned up. “Well, cowboy! Rescue me on one meeting, beat me on the next.”
“Oh. Hey.” He got a half smile that turned into a thunderous frown. “You’re a hell of a houseguest, leaving without a word.”
He backed up a step or two. “Didn’t know I was one. A houseguest. I left my cell number.”
“You did? Oh.” Now Max just looked… embarrassed. “Sorry. I…. It wasn’t there when I woke up. ’Course the maid, or whatever the hell she is, was in….”
Morgan grinned, shook his head, then moved closer, reached out, and grabbed Max’s phone off his belt. He found the address book, scrolled down, and found his name. “See? Right here.”
“Oh. Well, how in hell was I supposed to know that?” Max grinned back. “I never call anyone.”
“Oh, good to know.” He looked Max over, nodded. “I like the hat.”
“Thanks. Keeps the rain off better.” Max reached out, wiped a drop of rain off his nose.
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“Yeah. I was just wishing for something warm and lush.” There was electricity—pure and sharp and settling in his balls—whenever they touched. Still. Wow.“Yeah?” Shifting from one old cowboy boot to another, Max nodded. “It’s wet as a dog in a creek. Want to have dinner with me?”
“Oh, I’d like that.” A dog in a creek…. Oh damn. That was adorable, as adorable as anything pure, walking sex could be.
Much love, y’all,
BA
Oilman Max inherits a passel of trouble when his boss passes away and leaves him a house in England, a family full of squabbles, and a heck of a lot of money. He’s thinking London is the worst place on earth… until he meets Morgan.
Colorful, carefree, and a little crazy, Morgan is just what Max needs, and the two set out on the adventure of a lifetime, chasing pleasure wherever it takes them, learning that together they can make anything fun… and sexy.
Too bad reality has to set in, and Morgan’s multimillionaire father has a lot to say about what reality looks like. Will their different worlds conspire to separate them like oil and water?
About 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 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.
Buy the book at Dreamspinner Press.
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