Bombs and Guacamole by B.A. Tortuga Guest Post & Excerpt!

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Hey guys, we have B.A. Tortuga popping in with her upcoming release Bombs and Guacamole, B.A. has a quick chat about Guacamole and there’s a great new excerpt. So enjoy the post peeps! <3 ~Pixie~

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Bombs and Guacamole

(Border Crossing)

B.A. Tortuga

ER doctor Dusty Lowry grew up in a conservative rural Texas family that has never quite forgiven him for staying in New Mexico after his stint in the Army. Paramedic Nate Miller, Dusty’s best friend since their early Army days, has a hippie momma, a tiny apartment, and is in lust with his buddy. When their other Army friend, Kyle, gets married, they start thinking about settling down. In fact, they both know what they want: each other. Too bad they’ve never shared that goofy little fact.

A trip to visit Dusty’s family in Texas changes everything, and Dusty and Nate aren’t sure where to go from there. Good thing they’re smart guys, and between a series of bombings that target first responders, their friend Kyle’s wife getting pregnant, and more than one bowl of guacamole, they begin to figure out how to have a relationship.

But as the bombings get closer to home, Nate and Dusty must navigate love and commitment before they lose their chance.

Release date: 6th May 2016

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Bombs and Guacamole – Yay Guac!

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

People note that food features heavily in my books. I admit – I love to eat, my characters love to eat, and I love that food brings so many people together.

Dusty and Nate live in Las Cruces, New Mexico, and they love their restaurant food – pizza, Italian, Chinese.


Oh, lord. Enchiladas and tacos, tamales and gorditas. Uhn.

However, I wasn’t too deep in this story before I realized these boys had an abiding fondness for the green stuff.

That’s right. Guacamole. Uhn.

I’ve seen some weird shit to the TV —Sushi Guacamole, pineapple guacamole, cranberry guacamole, asparagus guacamole…

Yeah, no.

Avocado, lime, chile, salt, garlic and a little pico. That’s it.

Hrm. I wonder if I have any avocados in the kitchen…

Much love, y’all.


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Dusty had the tiniest apartment on earth, and since he was never home, he hadn’t bothered with any expensive electronics. Nate rented a little house, and he loved his movies and sports, so he had a flat-screen the size of an elephant and all the bells and whistles. Boom. Dusty did obsess about it at times.

Still, it gave Nate a happy that Dusty seemed set on hanging with him.

“Okay. I’ll call Lorenzo’s, and we’ll swing by and get a sausage pie, huh?” Nate got out his phone and called his favorite pizza place, which he had on speed dial. He didn’t cook a lot, really. Okay, not at all. Kyle was the one who knew how to do something other than grill. Nate and Dusty were kinda hopeless, even with both of them having moms to call for help.

“Dude, get me a calzone too. Comes with a side salad, huh?”

“Greedy gut.” He had no idea where Dusty put it all. The man was skinny as the day they’d met in the Army. Nate had to work out an hour a day to adjust to civilian life. All that good food and no daily PT requirements.

“I am. I work a lot.”

Yeah, and Dusty lived on chips and guacamole too. Not much sustenance there. Nate teased him about his damned blood sugar all the time, even though they were really depressingly normal when he forced Dusty to test all his vitals.

Kyle was the one who was desk-sitting more these days, and who had asked them to help him get in shape for the wedding. Man, it had been fun to put him through boot camp all over again.

Nate ordered the food. By the time they got there, the order would be ready for pickup. He got an extra calzone so he could have something to eat tomorrow. His fridge was a ghost town thanks to all the wedding lead-up. Bachelor parties and rehearsal dinners and all made for not very many leftovers.

“Sorry to drag your happy ass down,” Dusty said after a long silence.

“You didn’t. I mean, I worry about you, but I’m not upset.” Much. Okay, he was, but not about anything he would confess to Dusty.

“You’re a good friend, no matter what they say about you down at the jail.” Dusty smiled sideways at him, blue eyes shining with gratitude, and Nate felt a pang of guilt deep in his belly. Dusty needed him to stop feeling sorry for himself and be that good friend, so that was what he would do.

They picked up the food, headed back to his place, and watched some stupid movie while they ate. Big party animals that they were, they both dozed off not long after supper.

When Nate woke up a few hours later, he chuckled at the mess they’d made with plates and boxes. Dusty slept through cleanup, so Nate covered his friend with a quilt his mom had sent him, ready to let Dusty sleep on his couch. He couldn’t resist touching Dusty’s cheek lightly, his chance to feel the man’s skin impossible to resist.

Dusty smiled in his sleep, and Nate let that soothe his soul some.

Then he turned off the lights and the TV and went to his bed alone. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot, even after both of his best friends settled down for good.

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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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One thought on “Bombs and Guacamole by B.A. Tortuga Guest Post & Excerpt!

  1. My husband makes the (and I’m not kidding here) BEST guacamole in the world. Just like you said, simple…avocados, sea salt, lime juice, chili, red onions, and garlic. I could eat that stuff with every meal.

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