Hi there! Today I’m sharing an excerpt and giveaway for a new contemporary M/M romance from BA Tortuga. CATCH AND RELEASE puts an attorney and an ex-con together and sounds like a fab odd couple read.
Catch the excerpt, author notes and get in on the book giveaway below!
About the book:
Dakota Landry just got out of prison after twelve years. If anyone can understand how that feels, it’s his new friend, Sage, who is determined to help him get used to life on the outside—and believes Dakota didn’t commit the crime he was in for.
Jayden Wilson is a former prosecutor who agrees to look into the case at the request of Sage’s lover, Adam. He sets out to prove Dakota is just another “innocent” ex-con, but once they meet, Jayden is more and more convinced Dakota just didn’t do what everyone thinks he did.
Trouble follows Dakota, and nothing is easy as he struggles to figure out how to live, now that he has choices. And Jayden isn’t sure how Dakota, or any lover for that matter, fits into his life. Their path from friendship to romance is a slow one, but Dakota begins to believe he deserves a chance at life, and Jayden falls a little more for Dakota every day. Now they just need to tell each other how they feel.
How about a little taste?
“One wallet with six dollars and eighty-three cents. One pair of jeans, T-shirt, pair of boots. Belt with buckle. Sign here.” The paper bag was shoved over to him, and Dakota Landry scratched his signature on the paper, his hand shaking harder than he wanted to admit.
One wallet with six dollars and eighty-three cents.
One pair of Wranglers.
Twelve years, three months, and eight days.
Dakota sighed and rolled his shoulders. The Unitarians had donated a gently worn pair of tennis shoes, a button-down from the Walmart, and a pair of new jeans, which hung on his scrawny ass like a bad costume. They were what he had, though. He’d lost seventy pounds since he was twenty, and he read way more bull rider than bulldogger these days.
The rest of the processing flew by, and he walked out of the gate half an hour later, blinking at the late-afternoon sun. He was gonna puke.
He had a suitcase of his shit from his cell and this paper sack and….
A white pickup pulled up, the window rolling down to expose this weathered face peering out from under a straw brim. “You Landry?”
“Yessir.” He braced himself, waiting for a barrel to appear from the window. God hated him, he had no doubt, and it would be just like the evil bastard to have one of the McCarthys come to shoot him as soon as he walked outside as a free man.
It wasn’t a pistol that appeared, though. It was a gnarled cowboy hand. “Sage. Sage Redding. You want a ride, man?”
A lump lodged in his throat. Sage. Okay, he knew this guy from letters and the occasional call. When he knew he was getting out, he’d been assigned… what? Sage was no counselor. He was a godsend, though. “I do, yeah.”
“Cool. Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Please.” He climbed up into the truck, breathing in the smell of horseshit and Old Spice and hay, and suddenly he was thirteen again and had a whole summer in front of him and all these dreams and….
“Hey.” The word was short and sharp, dragging his attention right to Sage’s face. “Stay here. Stay with me, man. You start thinking and the fucking world goes straight to shit.”
“We’ll go to the next town over, and we’ll grab some burgers and a Coke. You ain’t a vegetarian, are you?”
“I’m pretty fucking sure they put all of them in minimum security.”
Sage hooted, the sound natural as breathing. “I bet so.”
“Thanks. I didn’t expect….” He hadn’t known what to expect. He had the numbers for the Salvation Army and a halfway house, neither of which he intended to call.
“No sweat. I been there.”
Manslaughter, Sage had said, and the man never once claimed to be innocent. But he was out and living on a ranch, doing his parole and writing prisoners in this exchange deal. Dakota wasn’t sure what the fuck Sage got out of it, but it looked good to the parole board, and to his credit, Sage had written a letter to them.
Sorta like the murderers speaking for the rapists. Whoopdi-fucking-doo.
Some Christmas wishes from BA:
Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of the sparkly.
So, I’m supposed to be all Super Happy Promo Girl, but it’s right before Christmas and I have the Holly Jolly Bug.
I know. I suck, but seriously! Dakota and Jayden make me stupid happy and Catch and Release? The best book I’ve ever written.
But Y’ALL! I have fairy lights for brains right now. My nose is filled with anise and cinnamon and ginger and brandy. I have wrapping paper cuts and… dude, I just found one of my wife’s stocking stuffer gifts slowly cooking on the coffee warmer on my desk. At least I know what that smell is…
Not only that? They say it’s fixin’ to snow!
So, okay, still a Texan. Still think the idea of snow around Christmas is magical (so long as I don’t have to actually get out and about in it. That is a no go. The idea of driving in the snow makes me dizzy with fear. I love to look at snow from my front room with a cup of coffee spiked with Caramel Bailey’s Irish Cream and a roaring fire.
But we’re looking at a white Christmas, which makes my soul a little goofy.
I still have to go out and… well, really, I don’t. I’m going to take advantage of my local grocery’s new online ordering and just pick up the couple things we need. We’ll go Christmas light looking with Mother on Christmas eve, but beyond that?
I know, not the most grown up of all blog posts, but Santa! Snow! Posole! My girl and my puppies and a fire in the fireplace!
Add to that a new book that honestly makes me proud as punch and I’m as tickled as a man with a feather up his butt.
Much love, y’all.
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Good luck and keep reading my friends!
About the author:
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 wife (still amazing to say that), 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 gone to the high desert mountains and fallen in love. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery ménages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.