Interview: B.A. Tortuga

Jen: Today we welcome B.A. Tortuga back to Romancing the Book.  B.A., will you share a short bio with us?
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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Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
B.A.: A few years ago, my wife and I were in the cowboy hall of fame in Fort Worth and I saw an old poster of four bull riders standing together, obviously the best of friends and the four horsemen were born in a rush. Ace Porter came first, then his best friend Steele showed up, followed in short order by Cash and Lucky. Ace informed me, in no uncertain terms, that there was this stunning petite television news reporter that he desperately needed to get to know. Little did I know that Miss Kitty needed a cowboy of her very own.

Here’s a short excerpt:

Her feet hurt from dancing, her belly hurt from laughing and her lips were never goingto recover from the nuclear-hot chicken wings. Kitty hadn’t had so much fun since the prince of a tiny sovereignty in south Asia had tried to make her his eighth wife.

She shook her head as the waitress asked if she wanted another beer. “No. No, that was plenty.”

No matter what happened, she wanted it to happen because she was into it, sober and aware.

Ace waved the girl off, too. “No, I got to drive, honey. Thanks, though.”

“Are you interested in getting a cup of coffee, Ace?” Kitty wasn’t ready for the night to end, not at all. She hadn’t felt so relaxed with a man since she’d broken up with Jesse three years ago.

“I’d love to.” He stood and offered her a hand, and she was pleased to see he not only paid the bill, but left a great tip for their waitress. She didn’t need a man with money, but it was hard to respect a man who would screw a waitress out of her earnings.

She slid her fingers into his and they headed out, her feet screaming at her. The shoes were great for parties, but she hadn’t intended to dance.

He helped her into his truck, frowning a little when she winced. “You all right?” She noticed he never called her honey or hon or whatever he’d called all the other girls all night.

“I’m fine. Been on these heels for a long time. Nothing worth worrying about. After all, I need all the inches I can get.”

He blinked at her, then broke out laughing, which made her go back over her words.

Oops. He was still chuckling when he slid into the driver’s seat. “So, where to?”

“Well, I’m at the LAX Hilton. There’s a coffee bar there. Or I can look on my phone, find a place.” At the hotel, she could pop into her suite, dress down a little.

“The Hilton is fine.” He gave her a sideways look. “I’m just at the big Sheraton. They have room service, and I have a hot tub suite. We could drop by and get a swimsuit for you.”

“That sounds perfect.” God, he was hot. How he’d managed to say something that would have been smarmy from any other man and make it gentlemanly, she didn’t know.

“Cool.” His dimples deepened, outlining the vicious scar beside his mouth, carved deeply in his cheek. “The hot tub will be great for your feet, too.”

“Hot tubs are more proof that there’s a God, you know.” They pulled into the Hilton. “Do you want to wait for me? I’ll be just a second.”

Long enough to change, grab a toothbrush and some condoms from her toiletry bag, and her bikini.

 

Jen: Are there any other writers, published or not, in your family?
B.A.: *grins* My wife, Julia Talbot. I fell in love with her writing years before I fell in love with her. She’s my constant inspiration, my muse, and simply the best storyteller I’ve ever met.

 Jen: Describe your writing in 3 words.
B.A.: Honest, down-home, character-driven

Jen: Do you have a writing routine?
B.A.: I totally do — I write from 8am-3.30pm Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. I do edits and rewrites on Wednesdays. I’m a touch OCD, so I am regular as clockwork as far as work goes. Now, I admit, if I’ve hit my weekly word goal by Friday noon, my wife and I take off early and goof off with the TV and the basset hounds.

Jen: What’s the most interesting comment you’ve received about your books?
B.A.: “If Garth Brooks wrote a romance novel, this is what it would be like.” SPARKLE!

Jen: What do you do in your free time?
B.A.: Oh, lord. I make things — I knit, weave, crochet, quilt, paint, sew, bake. I love to make ALL THE THINGS.

Jen:  What’s next for you?
B.A.: Right this second I’m in edits with a male/male Roughstock novel in the same universe — the sequel to And a Smile, Coke’s Clown — and I’m writing the next Top of the Leaderboard novel (Cash and Karen) now. In the editing queue is the first in a new series, a contemporary western titled Mr. Unlucky, featuring a man with a bad habit of picking women that pass away and a girl with a bad reputation for taking chances.