Hi guys, we have B.A. Tortuga stopping by with her upcoming re-release Just Like Cats and Dogs, we have a great guest post where B.A. shares her Just Like Cats and Dogs playlist, and we have a great excerpt, so check out the post and enjoy! ❤ ~Pixie~
Just Like Cats and Dogs
Can cats and dogs ever get along, let alone fall in love?
Sam knows you can never go home again. As an orphaned feline shifter raised by wolves, being an outcast is nothing new to him. But the pack is still his family, and when one of them passes away, Sam returns to the New Mexico desert to say good-bye.
Gus is a loner who rarely returns to his pack, but as fate would have it, Sam is there when he chooses to visit. The history between Gus and Sam is tumultuous, to say the least, but when Gus gets an eyeful of the grown-up and gorgeous version of his childhood bully, he can’t control his reaction. And he isn’t alone.
The attraction is powerful, but so are their differences. And with trouble brewing in the pack and danger surrounding them, Sam and Gus might not have the opportunity to seek common ground.
This action-packed shifter novel is the ultimate opposites attract and enemies-to-lovers romance, and it includes a bonus novella, In the Dog House.
First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2011.
B.A. Tortuga & Just Like Cats and Dogs Playlist!
Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and playlist junkie.
So, here’s the deal. I NEED playlists to write. Need them. I swear, and I use them when I write. But it doesn’t matter to me that the book is over, you know?
When a song belongs with a character, I add it, even if the story is written.
So, when I was looking over Just Like Cats and Dogs, all I had to do was play the current list and suddenly Sam and Gus were there with me. BOOM. It was like magic.
I have to admit, I’ve missed these boys.
Much love, y’all.
“JULIANNE, I swear by all you hold holy, if you don’t hold your arms up through the end of the phrase, I will tear your hair out!” Sam snarled softly, baring his teeth at the girl until she nodded.
He had three more days with this show—just three—and then he had a well-deserved sabbatical. Three months with nothing to do but nap and eat, possibly travel. Have Ma and Pop out to the city for a long weekend. No pouty dancers, no bitchy directors, no issues with injuries or costumes or lighting.
Just him and the world.
“No, Jim. Not like that. On three. Do you understand? This is not brain surgery. You’ve been performing it right for eight weeks. Why stop now?”
“Sam? I’m sorry to interrupt.” The director’s second assistant, Flavio, knew him well, knew he hated to be thrown off. “You have a call. Family emergency.”
“Yeah? Okay. Work through the next few bars, people. I’ll be right back.”
Family emergency? Shit. Had to be one of the guys he liked, to know he never turned his cell on at work.
He stalked to the phone in the office and grabbed it up. “Hello?”
“Samuel?” His mother. She sounded…. Well, she was crying, which never happened. “I need you to come home, sweetie.”
“Okay, Ma. What happened?” He grabbed his iPhone, started searching. Flights. Car.
“Pop…. He’s…. He…. Oh God, Samuel. He died this morning.”
The world stopped, going gray around the edges. “No.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I—there was no time to get everyone here. It just happened so fast….” She gulped.
“What happened?” His pop? Gone? The man was the center of the world to his mom and all of their widely varied kids. He found a flight into El Paso leaving in two hours and booked it, then started texting people.
“Doc thinks it was a stroke. A really big one. He never even felt it.” Sam heard someone murmuring in the background, the voice a low rumble. His baby brother, Ben, he’d bet. “Oh God. Your sisters are already wailing and gnashing, Sam.”
“I’ll be there by early morning. My flight gets in at midnight. I’ll take care of it.”
“I know you will, sweetie. I’m so sorry. That I had to call like this, I mean.”
“Don’t be. I’ll be there soon. I love you, yeah?” No matter what other weirdness, there was always that.
“I love you, Samuel. I’ll see you soon.”
That was his mom. Solid, steady, even when she was hysterical. Now it was just her.
Well, her, him, and his twelve sisters and five brothers.
He headed for his satchel, then hit the door, not even bothering to say good-bye in person. He flagged down a cab. He had to get home, grab clothes, then get to the airport.
His mom needed him.
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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