Suicide Bridge in Born to Stand Out

TW: Mention of multiple suicides/attempts

In Born to Stand Out, there's a place mentioned by the name Suicide Bridge—which is a very real place from the area where I was born: Dorchester County, Maryland.

I was never really told specifics of what happened there (at least, my family would never really say.) They just replied that, "a lot of people killed themselves there" and moved on.

The bridge itself isn't very interesting. It's quite short and crosses Cabin Creek, a tributary of the Choptank River (where the best oysters in the world come from, in my opinion. You can't get any better!) 

From my research, the name of the bridge was originally Cabin Creek Bridge, but the events that transpired over the years gave it a colloquial name. That eventually became its official name somewhere down the road. It was always Suicide Bridge to me.

Back in the mid to late seventies, right at one end of the bridge, was a honky tonk bar. Later, in 1983, it was purchased and renovated into the only "fancy" restaurant I knew of in the northern part of the county (there's still a bar, too). People suddenly went to Suicide Bridge Restaurant on special occasions. It was THE place to eat before prom when I was in high school. Could you imagine it being your anniversary or your fiancé popping the question here? Ugh. A place where multiple suicides took place? SO ROMANTIC!

I've avoided writing about the rural area I grew up in because it's not a place I really enjoyed. As I described Matt's struggle at home, I realized the parallels to my own past, to some regard, specifically how much I wanted OUT. 

Hopefully the area has changed since I lived there, but I somehow doubt it. It's okay to visit every once in a blue moon, but not somewhere I'd ever want to live again.

From the restaurant's website, I found this article about the bridge's tragic history. Be forewarned, the article is a bit blunt, and likely has a bit of age to it.

Secretary - The first victim of Suicide Bridge was a postmaster from Hurlock, who shot himself and then fell into the waters of Cabin Creek. The second victim was a farmer who also shot himself and fell from the bridge to the swirling waters of the Dorchester county creek. 

Next was a man who some say willfully drove off the 21-foot-high bridge, while others say he met with foul play. Pete Moxey, a lifelong resident of the area was eight or nine years old when this incident happened. "It's the first one I remember. A fellow who was short, stocky and black with the nickname of "Frog." They say he jumped off the bridge and struck his head on one of the pilings. But the word was going around that there was foul play involved. I don't know" 

He remembers that once the body was found, "they put him on a table over there in a picnic area and did an autopsy, right in the open." Mr. Moxey was only a youngster then, so he was sent home before the autopsy was performed. (my addition: talk about some hinky shit going down there... no that doesn't give murder vibes at all... *eyeroll*)

The original bridge was a wooden structure built around 1888. The second bridge, also wooden and only one lane, was built around 1910. The third bridge was also wooden but covered with asphalt, was built in 1967 and dedicated in 1968. 

Locals apparently have always called it Suicide Bridge. Mr. Moxey said he was surprised at how quickly another suicide occurred after the third bridge was built. "It was up for 6 months  and then bingo, somebody went off," he said. "I helped pull that guy out of the water. He had been a long-time employee of Continental Can in Hurlock and was just coming off a long vacation," Mr. Moxey said. "Instead of going back to work, he drove here, parked his car and jumped off the bridge." After rescuers located the body, Mr. Moxey said, the ropes got tangled and he got into his boat to help bring the body out. The body was then placed on the dock. 

"The blood soaked into the wood on the dock and it wouldn't wash away," said Moxey. "It was there for about five years until I tore it down and built another one." Another man who was born and raised within a half of a mile of the bridge, moved away for quite a few years, came back, parked his car by the foot of the bridge and shot himself.

"I don't think the bridge is jinxed. Maybe it's just the name that brings them here," Mr. Moxey said of the suicides. 

In a more recent incident, Dave Nickerson, who lived across the creek next to the bridge, was awakened one morning by calls of, "Help.. Help. " Seeing a car parked on the bridge, he immediately got into his skiff and zoomed to the area where the calls were coming from. He pulled a woman from the icy waters who had apparently changed her mind about committing suicide. Nickerson immediately took her ashore, ran to her car, which was running and parked on the bridge and drove it closer to the skiff. When he tried to get the woman into the warm car she replied, "I don't want to get the seats wet—it's a new car!"

(The bridge was rebuilt again in 2005.)  

The Born to Stand Out Toy Gear Guide

In my most recent novel, Born to Stand Out, UNICORN PLAY is featured! What's unicorn play? Pony play with a lot more rainbows and glitter! Oh, and a horn.

Since my last pony play story—which was almost a decade ago—a lot has changed in the world of pony play gear! I was amazed at how many awesome items were available, some of course, thanks to many cosplayers and folks who create items with them in mind, as well.

I know some of you might not be as familiar with the tack and gear that Matt wears, so here's a few photos from my research that helped develop the story. Remember, his might not be exactly like the images shown, but they helped guide what I was envisioning.

I wish I could share an image of the plug with a shaft in it with room for anal sex WHILE wearing it. Mr-S-Leather out of San Francisco had one on their site way back when (and I included it in another BDSM story I wrote years ago...) but they don't seem to have it, nor can I find one exactly like it. It DID exist (without a pony tail) at some point in history, though.

I will also add that I'm just a writer, sharing a little bit of her research. I am NOT an expert on pony play by any means. If you're interested in learning more about the pony play community, I suggest you start at this site: https://www.cpony.com/home/

The Boots

via Furry Fantasy

The Gloves

via Fetish-Pets-Store

The Bridle

via Leder Gummi Studio

The Harness

via Porthos Stable

The Mask

via Etsy

The Plug

Via Dallas Novelty

OUT NOW! His Stepdad Wears Leather (I hit the button early, y'all!)

I couldn't wait another second. I mean, it's been fucking forever since I had a book. Seemed stupid to wait until Friday, so I hit publish a couple of days early.

His Stepdad Wears Leather
(A Daddy Tales Book, 2)

Amazon/Kindle Unlimited Exclusive

Running from his deeply conservative, religious parents, Noah Butler boards a bus to cross the country, praying the birth mother who abandoned him will open her arms in welcome. Once he steps off the bus near midnight, an aggressive stranger has him running for his life. Noah finds safety at the Village, a gay nightclub—the only place nearby open at that hour. 

Luckily, he still has that fake ID his best friend got him… and he looks older than eighteen. Inside the walls, he would be Christopher John Douglass and twenty-two—and he’d celebrate his birthday with the hot guy behind the bar. If the handsome bartender succumbs to his appalling attempts at flirtation.

Brody Preston takes one glance at the new guy in the Village and wants to know his story. There’s something about Chris that intrigues him. Brody can clearly tell the guy is running from something. His protective instinct screams within—but that’s not the only thing that sets the guy apart. It’s also the inexperienced seduction Chris attempts that has him charmed.

When Noah learns the bartender is the bar owner, he realizes he can’t come clean about who he really is. One-night becomes a week-long affair that ultimately ends when there’s too many questions Noah can’t answer. Again, he runs…

But this time, he runs right back into Brody… because they have a past binding them together. A past neither of them comprehended.

Be prepared for a sexy younger man and his loving daddy, with a little touch of lingerie and BDSM in the mix -- this 73,000+ word Daddy Kink book is a mix of erotic heat and romance!

COMING SOON! His Stepson Wears Lace

Yes, I've written a few stories with age gap and daddies, but this one -- this one is likely my favorite of them all.

Soon you'll all get to meet Jereme and Anson, a daddy-son pair who I've totally fallen in love with. Their tale mixes a highly-charged erotic journey with romance, acceptance, and love.

This book is high on my sex meter -- there are multiple, explicit sexual scenes -- so know what you're walking into. Also, there are potential triggers: a very unaccepting, vocal parent and scenes/memories of violence.

I'm aiming to have this book out in very early October and will share more details as soon as I have them!

UNEDITED BLURB:

The first time Jereme Oliver was caught in his mother’s lingerie, it ended up being the most embarrassing and soul-tormenting moment of his life. For several years, he buried his needs and never spoke a word to anyone about his sexuality or fetishes, afraid he would endure more pain and anguish. When he has the house to himself one night while visiting from college, the desire to play dress-up screams in his veins. Thinking he’s safe, he pulls on some of his mother’s lingerie, adds some makeup and one of her wigs, and revels in the image staring back at him in the mirror.

Nearly a year before, Anson Parker woke up in Vegas, married to a virtual stranger. Instead of annulling the marriage, he attempted to make it work solely on the basis that his new bride drove his controlling father crazy and that alone made him happy. Yet, no matter how much he tried to find a way through, eventually divorce seems like the only answer.

Anson goes home early to make one last-ditch effort and finds his wife finally wearing the gorgeous lingerie he’d bought her several months before. He knows that sex can’t be the only basis of a healthy relationship, but he can’t contain his lust when he sees her decked out in all that silk and lace. He sidles up behind her—hungry, hard, and ready.

After a line is crossed, he realizes it’s his stepson… not his wife… and both their worlds are turned upside down forevermore.

Deleted Scene - One Wild Omega

Hi there! After peeking at the reviews—I see some readers didn’t care for Tanner’s story as much as previous Omegaverse books. It seems the biggest gripe was that there was too much story in the past. 

But after alluding to a backstory between Fitz and Tanner in Bellamy’s story, I felt like I really needed to show you all they’d been through. The mistakes they’d made along the way. I stand by the story I wrote. I loved it.

If you weren’t a fan, it’s all good ☺️ I’ll get ya on the next book!

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Cut Scene from

ONE WILD OMEGA

(Alphas of the Western Provinces, 2)

ã2019, Kelex

A New Home

Fitz pulled up outside Bellamy’s building and fished for his phone in his pocket. Before he could dial the number, Bellamy came striding out the front door. He turned his head to offer a smile… but saw Bellamy wasn’t alone. His expression faltered. 

Tanner McCreary was there at Bellamy’s side.

Bellamy opened the passenger side door. “I hope you don’t mind, but Tanner wanted to see the townhouse, too. I thought he could come with us and take the tour.”

Of course he did.“No problem… hop on in, Tanner,” Fitz grated out through his forced smile. 

Tanner’s eyes narrowed as he smiled back. Without a word, he slid into the back of the cab and settled in while Bellamy climbed into the front.

Fitz glanced up in the mirror. The blue and purpled hair monster in the backseat glowered at him. Another fresh wave of the odd dislike he always felt washed over him. Be nice.He’s Bellamy’s friend.

“So where are we headed?” Fitz asked.

“Taylor Street and Fifth,” Bellamy answered. “I can direct you once we get there.”

“Staying in Uptown, hmm?”

“Barely,” Bellamy replied. “It’s on the fringe between Uptown and Down, but it’s a nice, quiet neighborhood from what I saw when I sneaked by yesterday.”

Fitz’s eyes flicked to the rearview and their third wheel before he pulled out into traffic. “I guess it’ll be nice to have him out of your… ah… hair.”

“Actually… I rather like having Bellamy staying with me. It’s nice to have someone around who appreciates art.”

“Another designer, are ya?”

“Fine artist,” Tanner corrected.

“Ah,” Fitz answered. “So that’s why you’ve got this wild get-up. You’re an artiste.”

“Does my appearance offend your khaki and polo wearing sensibilities, Fitz Walker?”

Just the way Tanner said his name made him cringe. “I don’t know, Tanner McCreary. Maybe it does. Looks like someone who simply wants attention.”

“Fitz,”Bellamy admonished under his breath.

Tanner proceeded, not needing Bellamy to fight his battles. “Or someone who doesn’t care about what other people think. I wear what I want. It matters little to me what your opinion is. I am who I am. Vibrantlyso.”

“Someone who didn’t care wouldn’t try so hard.”

“Ashamed that you can only fade into the background, alpha?”

“Will you two stop?” Bellamy cried, spinning to face them both. “What in the hell is wrong with you guys?” He looked at Fitz. “I’ve never seen you so rude.”

Fitz clenched his jaw, knowing Bellamy was right. He had no idea where the words had come from… they’d just spouted from his lips like water rushing in a river. Why he felt the need to push the omega’s buttons… he simply didn’t know. “Sorry,” he murmured before looking up into the mirror. “Sorry.”

Tanner had his arms crossed over his chest—and had pulled on a large pair of sunglasses. “Whatever.”

Fitz eyed Bellamy and saw the omega looked hurt by his actions. He felt terrible for putting that look on Bell’s face. “Sorry.”

Bellamy spun to sit straight ahead again, the tension in the cab cloying. 

Fitz knew he needed something to shift gears—as well as stop himself from ripping apart what he’d just done with a magnifying glass. His rude behavior didn’t just unsettle Bellamy… it unsettled him, too. The fact he didn’t know how to stop was almost frightening. “So, tell me more about this townhouse.”

Bellamy sighed before answering. “It’s a small brownstone in a row of many. Built nearly a hundred years ago. They all look alike on that street, but what really matters is the inside—which I have amazing plans for already. Eventually, I want to use it as a showplace. A way to show potential clients what I’m capable of. You know… once I have my own firm.”

“So that’s the plan, hmm?” Fitz asked. He quickly glanced at Bell before making a turn. It was nice seeing the frown fading away. The omega’s excitement helped ease memories of his bad behavior away. 

He gave another quick glance in the mirror and saw Tanner staring out the window, watching the scenery pass. Again he felt bad about the things he’d said. It wasn’t like him. Not at all. What was it about McCreary that had him act that way?

McCreary. That sums it up.Another rich boy, able to throw his money around and get whatever he wanted. Fitz hadn’t grown up in a world like that. They were like oil and water, never able to truly blend.

“Over there… by the tree. Park there,” Bellamy said, excitement in his voice.

Fitz parked quickly and they all jumped out. He took a look along the street and indeed saw that all the townhouses looked the same on both sides, for as far as the eye could see. But there were many large oaks lining the narrow street. Individual houses had made minor changes to stand out a bit here and there. A potted plant here, a colorful flag there. He spun to face Bellamy—and Tanner—before following the pair up to an empty townhouse nearby.

A beta realtor was there to open the door as they arrived. “Bellamy! So glad to see you again. Come on in.”

As soon as they were inside, a round of introductions were made before the realtor gave them all a huge smile. “Welcome everyone. Go ahead and give the place a walk-through. I’ll stay down here and let you roam. Feel free to ask any questions.”

Fitz glanced around. The townhouse was narrow… and the small rooms didn’t make it any better. He felt claustrophobic.

“Tiny place,” Tanner murmured in agreement.

“Of course you’d say that. You’re used to mansions,” he said without a thought. He’d thought the place was small, too. So why the fuck had he felt the need to start another argument?

Tanner and Bellamy glared at him before they walked deeper into the house.

“I know it’s tight—but I want to blow out these three walls and open it up. Once I did that, it would feel twice as big,” Bellamy said. “Ripping it open would be easy. Affording to put it all back together again will be the expensive part.”

“Sorry, not trying to eavesdrop, but we couldpotentially add some for renovation costs into the mortgage,” the realtor said, off to the side.

“That would help,” Tanner said. “The money and blowing out these walls. It wouldn’t feel so… claustrophobic.”

“Heisonly one person,” Fitz replied. “It’s not like he needs a ton of space.”

“Be nice,” Bellamy whispered at Fitz.

Tanner turned to eye him. “Bellamy asked me to come and offer my opinion. Which I am doing. Do you have a problemwith that?”

Fitz felt words bubbling up his throat and had to clamp tight in order not to say them. “Nope.”

Tanner glared a moment longer and Fitz felt a tight pinching in his chest. What the fuck?

Bellamy moved closer as soon as Tanner’s back was turned and gave him a look. The look an alpha never wanted to see from an omega—especially one he thought might be the one.

Utter disappointment.

 “Sorry,” Fitz said for what felt like the millionth time that day. He held up his hands in mock surrender and bit the inside of his lip as a reminder to keep them shut for the rest of the tour. From that point on, he trailed behind the pair… took a peek here and there… and saw potential in the townhouse. If renovated well, Bellamy could have a beautiful home.

When they were done with the tour and outside on the small back deck, Bellamy turned to them both. “Can you see my vision?”

“I think I can,” Tanner said. “And I think it would be gorgeous once you had your way with it.”

Not to be outdone, Fitz added. “I know you can make this place amazing. I’d love to help with the renovation. Get my hands dirty. I could potentially get my brothers over here to help, too.”

“That would be awesome,” Bellamy said. “I’d make sure there was plenty of pizza and beer on hand if you and your brothers could be my wrecking crew.”

“Not just wrecking,” Fitz said. “We all know a thing or two about construction, so… I’d love to help make this place right for you. Make it a home you can be proud of.”

He glanced to the side and saw Tanner glaring at him again. Only this time… there was something different in his eyes.

A high-pitched humming roared in Fitz’s ears… his heartbeat thundered there, too.

“I appreciate the offer… and I might take you up on it. But, honestly Fitz… this is a huge job. I won’t take advantage of you like that,” Bellamy said.

“It’s not taking advantage when I offer it. Friends do things for one another… right?”

“A little help is fine. I won’t have you and your brothers busting your asses for me. I mean, I could afford to pay you some, but not nearly enough.”

“Pay? No,” Fitz replied.

“Then just what is it you get out of this deal?” Tanner asked him, one blue brow sharply elevated.

“Friendstake care of one another,” Fitz spat. “Do you have many of those, McCreary? Or just random people around you that you use for your entertainment?”

Anger shone in Tanner’s eyes before he stormed back inside the house.

Bellamy glared at him. “Fitz? I’ve never seen this side of you. And frankly… I don’t like it.”

As soon as Tanner was gone, the anger he’d felt shifted and it was like the red was taken from his vision. “I don’t like it either. Trust me.”

“Why are you being so cruel to him?”

Fitz shook his head. “I don’t know!” When Bellamy didn’t look convinced, he added, “Seriously. I don’tknow. For some reason, I feel defensive when he’s around. I felt it at the club the night I met him, too.” Something tickled at the back of his brain… a memory… a thought of something, but it wouldn’t come. “I see red when he’s around. I can’t explain it.”

“Explain it or not, I want it to stop. Tanner saved me. Literally.Had it not been for him, I’d likely be back east, locked away in the Omega Quadrant. I owe him a lot. For my sake… please… be nice.”

Fitz clenched his jaw and nodded. “This isn’t who I am. It isn’t. You know that.”

“I thought I did.” Bellamy eyed him warily before walking inside.

Fitz remained outside another minute, trying to understand the reaction Tanner caused in him. It didn’t make sense. At all. 

He wasn’t this man. He wasn’t cruel. He didn’t start arguments just for the sake of starting them. Once he’d calmed down a little, Fitz walked back inside and heard the tail-end of a conversation between Bellamy and the realtor. 

“…I can have the offer drawn up and submit it to the owners. I know they’re motivated to sell, so I think you might have a good shot at it even at that low of a price. So many have walked in and seen what shape it’s in and walked right on out. This place could use someone willing to give it some TLC.”

“He needs to keep the offer low, too. So he can affordto fix this place up,” Tanner said to the realtor. 

Why are you worried about his money?Fitz managed to keep that comment to himself. With great pains.

“We’ll see what they say,” the realtor replied. “Bellamy, I’ll call you when I get an answer—one way or another.”

Once they were all outside and in Fitz’s truck, Bellamy turned to them with a brilliant smile and fingers crossed on both hands. “Maybe I’ll get lucky!”

“I almost hope you don’t,” Tanner murmured. “Because I don’t want to lose my roommate.”

Fitz swallowed down another comment. And another. He decided it best just to keep his big mouth shut. He drove Bellamy back to the building the two currently shared and pulled up along the curb. Tanner was quick to jump out without a word. Bellamy paused a moment before unbuckling.

“Maybe we could go grab some lunch?” Fitz asked hopefully. His stare went to Tanner’s back as the omega marched toward the front door. “Just you and me?”

Bellamy shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll… I’ll see you, Fitz.”

Fitz watched as Bellamy left, the door slammed closed in his wake. 

What the fuck did I just do?

He drove off down the street completely confused about his own behavior… and what to do to win back Bellamy’s trust.

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Upstairs…

“I am soooosorry,” Bellamy said as soon as they were in the apartment alone. “I’ve never seen Fitz act that way. And I never would’ve asked him to come if I knew he’d treat you like that.”

“It’s okay,” Tanner murmured. “Not your fault. He’s just an asshole, apparently.” No. He’s a dick. A total Richard, remember?

“Honestly… he’s been a great guy up to this point. Maybe something’s going on with him… I mean, in the time I’ve known him—he’s neveracted like this.”

“Seriously. It’s no biggie. I’ll survive.” Will I?He forced one foot before the other, heading for the kitchen and something to drink. He gazed into the fridge, but saw nothing that appealed. Then he saw the old whiskey bottle on the counter and decided to pour himself one.

“It’s only two in the afternoon,” Bellamy said behind him.

Tanner took the shot before looking at his roommate. “Not like I work banker’s hours.” He poured another.

“I guess not,” Bellamy mumbled. “I just rarely see you drink.”

The alpha drove me to it.“Rarely doesn’t mean never,” he said before downing a second one. He immediately poured a third and pounded that back, hoping to take the edge off the pain he felt.

Heat the chill of Fitz’s loathing for him.

Because he sure as hell felt cold inside. And a little empty. It was one thing to get an ugly look or two. A sneer. It was a whole other thing to feel total rejection.

From his alpha.

Not mine. Never. Fucking asshole. 

And still, Tanner knew deep down that he’d never be able to ignore the attraction he felt toward Fitz. Maybe it was a good thing Bellamy was moving. Maybe he could cut ties and put up walls to protect himself. If he never saw either of them again, he could forget. Heal. Move on. Because that’s what an adult would do.

Versus this pouring of salt into the wound he seemed unable to stop himself from doing. 

After the fourth shot burnt its way down his throat, he poured another and let the liquor’s warmth burn away Fitz’s coldness. Drunk was the only option he could think of in order to stop feeling what he was feeling.

As soon as he’d downed the fifth shot, he turned to look at a shocked Bellamy. The world was growing a little fuzzier around the edges and he felt more mellow. “Want one?”

Sunday Spotlight - B.A. Tortuga and Jodi Payne present WRECKED

Welcome B.A. Tortuga back to Sunday Spotlight. This week, she's bringing along her co-author, Jodi Payne, as well. They're here to share a bit about their upcoming western MM release, Wrecked.

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The call comes when Beckett Adler least expects it. He’s made a new life for himself in Vermont and has a law practice of his own. After four years, he’s even stopped wearing his wedding ring. So when he finds out his husband, bull rider Skyler Paulson, has been badly injured at an event, he isn’t sure what he wants to do. He knows what’s right, though, so he heads down to Baltimore to bring his man home.

Sky knows his injuries are a career-ender, and he can’t believe Beck has come for him after all this time. He’s not a hundred percent sure what went wrong with their marriage

Genre: Contemporary Western Length: 276 pages, 67000 words 

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Sky fucking refused to pussy out. He forced himself to walk whenever no one was watching. It was pure agony, dragging himself along behind his wheelchair, one step at a time.

The sooner he could walk, the sooner he could be functional, the sooner he’d get out. These doctors up here didn’t know cowboys. They kept telling him to be patient, to take it easy.

Fools.

Easy wasn’t the way.

“I know, I’m early. I’m here to take the rock star cowboy to—whoa. Hey, man.”

He rolled his eyes as Kevin put a foot against the front of the chair. He hadn’t planned on getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Fortunately, Kevin sounded more amused than pissed.

“Going to the little cowboy’s room.” That was a fair answer, right?

Kevin rolled his eyes. “You know there’s no brakes on this thing, right? You want to walk? All right. Let’s go, cowboy. Let go of that death trap and hold on to me.”

“That’s fair enough. Thanks.” By the time he made it to the restroom, he was soaked through and breathing hard. Goddamn, it sucked to be old.

“So, you want the chair for the way back?” Kevin grinned, daring him.

“Fuck you, asshole.” He shut the door in Kevin’s face, huffing out laughter. He did his business, washed his face, thought about shaving, decided against it, and headed out.

The chair was waiting when he opened the door, and Kevin wasn’t playing. “Sit your ass down.”

He knew when he was stuck, so he sat. “I’m working to get better, buddy.”

“Good.” Kevin rolled him about two feet to a chair and sat in it, face serious. “Listen up. I’m your best friend and your worst enemy. You want to start walking? Great. We’ll do it. We will do it. You have a metal rod and pins in your femur and a brand, spanking new hip. You take one fall that you’re not prepared for, and that hip is toast. If your hip is toast, not even God is gonna let you walk again. Am I making myself crystal clear here?”

“I want to start walking.” He leaned forward. “My guy and me, we’ve been broke up for four years. Four. Now he’s in my life, and I’m fucking worthless. I got to get better, man. I have to.”

He finally had a chance to be with Beck. He wanted it.

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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 friends, 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.