I’m a huge nut when it comes to my playlists. Nine times out of ten a story comes with a song asking, “what if there was this guy…”
That’s what happened with my ménage, Mating Call, and the second book in the series, Alpha Call. I was having a New Age morning with Robert Gass and Alice Di Micele and then I thought… what if there was this witch in Boulder having an affair with a pair of werewolves?
It’s a logical jump.
Mating Call has less country music than my normal playlist, because Miss Stephanie isn’t a country fan. I know, weird, but she is what she is. The important part is that Jordan and Shaw love her and she loves them.
Alpha Call (which will be out this year from Ellora’s Cave) is the story of Steph’s best friend and the local Pack Alpha. This one’s more my ‘normal’ playlist, filled with twang and steel guitar. Brett’s more lumberjack than cowboy, but I know Wendy loves to two step, when she takes her police uniform off.
Of course, she’s also a little bitey… 😉
Here’s a little teaser from Mating Call:
The smell of burned sage never got out of robes.
Stephanie shook the heavy ceremonial robe, the fabric soft in her hands, and sighed. Maybe it was time to take it to the dry cleaners. Obviously Woolite wasn’t doing it. She hung it over the back of her grandmother’s rocking chair. Tomorrow she would worry about the robe. Tonight the boys were coming over.
Tonight she’d be coming, over and over, if she was lucky.
Jordan and Shaw were worth shaving her legs for. They were worth all the fancy lotion she smeared on her body. They were…well, they were a force of nature.
She grabbed her broom and swept the floor, picking up the little bits of herb and candle wax and fur. Pyewacket was already in her spot atop the big wardrobe in the dining room that held Steph’s supplies, black tail hanging down.
A soft yowl sounded as she came close and she reached up, tweaked Wacky’s tail. “I know, sweet lady, but it’s almost the full moon, and Goddess knows I’m not getting any hot, hunky loving outside of the two of them.”
Wacky’s yellow eyes glowed in the dim light, seeming to tell her what an idiot she was. That cat was expressive, almost magically so.
“Two years and I get about four orgasms per full moon. That’s not bad for one night a month?” It was close to perfect, really. She got her freedom to work, update the website, create her spell kits and ship them out. The day before the full moon she saved for her best boys.
They were horny then, and they put aside their worries about the pack to come to her. They worried about their pack a lot, apparently. She was like their mother confessor a little.
Which, okay, whoa. Not sexy, with the holster hips and the penguin-outfit thing.
No, today was tight jeans and a tank top, a see-through shimmery top in the same color as her eyes, deep and dark. Hrm…but they loved her in green, though she teased them about dogs being color blind. Oh, the green sundress. She loved that and it was easy access.
Wacky yowled again and she chuckled, stroking the puffy tail on her way by. “I’m making them steaks, of course. They’re bringing dessert. You, lady, are getting tuna so you can hide in the library.
Tuna for her cat, a nice long shower for her then sizzle the steaks on either side for her boys.
It was a good plan.
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I hope y’all found some songs you didn’t know and some singers you want to explore. I live in a musical and love to meet folks that want to sing along.
I’m ready to share Mating Call with y’all, so there’s a free ebook copy for one commenter.
Y’all have a great day and thanks ever so for having me.
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Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, 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 porn sites in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her partner, 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 is feeling the Colorado mountains calling. 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.