Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and shifter addict.
I’m so tickled to show off Brock and Connor, the heroes of What the Cat Dragged In, my new release from Dreamspinner Press. Brock is working undercover to stop a ring of bear poachers and Connor is, well, y’all should read and see. 😉
Much love, y’all.
~ BA ~
About the Book
A Sanctuary Novel
Don’t people know that cats and dogs don’t mix?
Connor Ragbone finds things. Sometimes it’s gold, sometimes jewels, sometimes people. Set in his hippie ways, he never thought he’d find a pack, but with Sam and Gus and their goofy shifter family, he fits right in. Then he finds Brock.
Shifter Brock Herman is undercover alone, working to break up a poaching ring. The last thing he needs is for Connor to wreck his sting. And now the crazy bobcat just won’t go away!
The poachers lead Brock and Connor on a merry chase all over Western Colorado, looking for shifter bears, but it’s a lost pup who brings them back to Nevada and the pack Sam and Gus are building. That’s when Brock has to decide whether he still travels alone or if Connor and his crazy family are where his heart belongs.
This follow-up to Just Like Cats and Dogs is a feel-good shifter romance novel where cats and dogs prove they can be way more than the enemies nature has made them.
Honestly, it was like a Forest Hippie Fairy Godfather. All the little fucker needed was a wand to wave to make the bad guys magically disappear.
Brock jerked his head toward the forest, then pointed to his chest and the other guy’s. Time for a confab.
He’d be goddamned if the bastard didn’t blow him a kiss. They were not sitting in a tree together. So what the hell was that about…. Okay, children’s rhymes aside, Brock needed this jerk out of the way. He had enough problems.
He headed into the trees, and he could barely hear the sound of Fairy Man following him. It was all he could do not to spin around and snarl. He wasn’t prey, and he didn’t let anyone chase his goddamn tail.
He clenched his hands into fists and ground his teeth together. Breathe. Just breathe.
The guy landed in front of him, just graceful as anything, plopping right down. “I have a car. It’s a walk, but I can get you out of here, tonight. No worries.”
It took him a second to get over the whole fairy-speaking-Texan thing, and then Brock growled.
“What are you? A monkey shifter? Look, I have a job to do, and I’m here on purpose. You are jeopardizing my operation.”
“Bobcat. Have you ever met a monkey shifter? That would totally rock my world.”
“No.” He’d never met a nonshifter monkey, let alone a shifter one. “Focus. Why are you here?”
“To find you.”
Was that English? Brock blinked. Shook his head. Fought the urge to scratch his ear with his back foot, which was awkward as hell in human form.
“I’m not lost,” Brock said very slowly.
“Are you sure? Because I’m never wrong. I mean, I am, but it’s not, and it says I’m here to find you. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
He backed up a step. “It? Like the alien parasite in your brain it?” That would freak him right the fuck out.
“That would be, again, a little weird, but somehow cool. No. No one has ever said I actually have an alien. Just a talent for finding things.”
He wanted to beat his own head with his hands. “Who the hell are you?”
“Connor Ragbone. I’m a finder. It’s a thing. I’m not a bad guy. I just… no one’s ever called me as hard as you are and not wanted to come with me when I found them. This is weird.”
“I didn’t call anyone but the guy who hired me. Bear poachers.” What was this guy’s game? Who had a name like Ragbone?
“Bear poachers? Like bear-bears?” Ragbone growled softly, the sound totally harmless.
Brock’s eyebrow lifted of its own accord, like it was trying to climb off his forehead. Seriously? “Yes, Ragbone. Like bear-bears.” Was he having this conversation?
Connor blinked and Brock swore he could hear the click of the eyelids. “That’s awful. Maybe one of them needs help too. Maybe that’s why the call was so loud. Two for the price of one.”
“Yeah, you can tell me all about the call over coffee someday. Right now I need you to clear out. I have to keep an eye on Joe and his traps.”
“Go ahead. You do that. I’ll keep an eye on you, just in case.” Connor crossed his arms over his chest and stood there.
Brock gaped. “What? No. No, I need you to go. I don’t want to have to deal with a civilian.”
“Are you in the Army? Is that a thing now? Aren’t there blood tests? How does a wolf shifter pass? Did you cheat?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
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, 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. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com