Hi guys, we have B.A. Tortuga stopping by today with her upcoming release Trial by Fire, we have a fabulous gust post and excerpt so check out the post and enjoy! <3 ~Pixie~
Trial by Fire
B.A. Tortuga
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.
Guest Post & Excerpt
My Daddy
Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and all-around Daddy’s girl. Seriously.
It’s funny because I grew up with a young daddy and my baby sister, Tiff, she grew up with an older daddy (we’re exactly eighteen years apart).
When I was growing up, Daddy was a trucker, a biker, he ran a café. He schemed and finagled, raised horses and cattle and goats. Chickens. We built things out of chicken wire and feed bags. He drove a rattle-trap old POS Ford that we spray painted with different colors to keep the rust down. No shit.
By the time that my youngest sister came around, Daddy was a rancher with three hundred acres, three barns, and a two-story house. He drove the fancy, brand new truck and wore elephant skin boots (this was before we knew that was bad, don’t judge). There were hundreds of head of cattle and four-wheelers to move them, a swimming pool and air conditioning.
Now the boys run most of the animals, and my sisters live on the original land while Daddy bought himself a house a little farther out with a little less land in a little better shape.
I based Holden’s daddy in Trial by Fire on my beloved daddy-man, Why? Because I can. Because the best honor I can give my old man that has a tattooed lesbian daughter that ran off to first to college and then to live in the mountains is to make him one of the good guys. My daddy makes an appearance in every book, sometimes only for a second, because I wish all y’all could know him – from his crazy redneck youth to his good ole boy lord of the ranch house statesman that he is now.
Holden spun the mare in front of the house, Pepper’s hooves spraying black mud on the pristine white porch.
“Holden, your momma’s gonna shit a pink Twinkie iff’n you messed up her cannas.” Daddy stood on the front porch, a shotgun in his hands, the barrel steady as fuck and aimed at the big man who stood on the steps. “Get off my land, you motherfucker.”
“No.” The accent was pure Aussie, making the word at least two syllables, maybe three. “I have a right to see her, and I’m not going anywhere.”
The guy looked like Addie—blond and blue-eyed with cheekbones you could cut with, only taller and infinitely tougher. Utterly male and totally cowboy.
Asshole.
“He’s one hell of a shot, man. I’d listen, I was you.” Holden stared down at the son of a bitch. “Who the fuck are you?”
Not that he couldn’t tell, but he reckoned he ought to start out like he could hold out.
“Lachlan McCoughey. Adelaide’s brother. That baby is half McCoughey, and you’ve no right to keep her from me.”
“Like I give half a shit what you say. Y’all didn’t never bother to be a part of anyone’s life before. You got no rights here. None. Get off our land.”
And there you go.
If I had to pick someone to defend me from all the badness in the world, I’d choose my daddy.
Even after a stroke last year, he’s still one hell of a shot.
Much love, y’all.
~BA~
About B.A.
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.
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