Title: Blind Ride
Author: B A Tortuga
Genre: M/M Romance (Cowboy)
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Blurb for Blind Ride
Jason Scott has everything a bull rider wants—success, money and traveling partner Andy Baxter. When he loses his sight in an accident, he stands to lose it all.
Jason Scott is at the top of the bull riding game, on his way to a winning season. Along with his traveling partner, Andy Baxter, he’s riding hard on the circuit, working around the country with all of the other bull riders and bullfighters, living the good life. The only thing he wishes he had is Bax, but he’s afraid to take the step that would make them more than friends, worried that it will ruin everything.
When a terrible accident leaves Jason unable to see, his whole life goes south. Jason decides to chuck it all, determined to go home and hide at his momma’s ranch. Bax has other ideas. He wants to make sure his best friend doesn’t give up, and he hatches a plan that stuns Jason and makes their friends and family think he’s crazy.
With the help of the other bull riders and a very persistent bull fighter named Coke, Bax convinces Jason to give life one more try. With Jason cautiously learning to hope, and his relationship with Bax going to the next level, life gets pretty complicated. Everyone gets in on the project, from Jason’s strong-willed mother to an entire ranch full of children, all of them working to help Jason do what he loves.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing.
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Excerpt
Bax was waiting for him, a big old grin about to split that brown face wide open. “Such charm. Such sophistication.”
“Fuck you.” He swatted Bax’s ass but hard, the sound echoing.
AJ’s dorky-assed laugh rang out. “Don’t hit it too hard, man. Cooter just barely saved it from Mr. Master today.”
“Slowest rider in the league, at least on the ground,” Bax agreed cheerfully. “But I got away, huh? Besides, buddy, you need to keep your mind on your own. In the middle.” Bax was just that much older than some of them, always mother-henning. You called it mentoring, he might hit you.
“I’m managing. You did some riding today, Cotton. Had all them little girls screaming your name.”
The kid went about as red as the hair on his head. Lord, he’d never been that green, had he? “Yeah, well. I… I reckon I’m going back to the hotel and hit the after-party. There’s that little blonde…”
“Just make sure the little blonde don’t have a big boyfriend.” They parted ways after hanging up their ropes, Bax stripping off his vest and cracking his neck. “So. Short go is tomorrow. We’re done. You want to sneak out?”
“Yeah. You want to go eat or get something in the room?” Jason got his vest off, rolling his shoulders.
“Sounds good. We could watch some of those movies.” They could hide a bit. That was what he could see on Bax’s face. The media circus was starting to kind of get to all of them.
“Works for me. We got a cooler full of drinks still. Cards.” He shrugged on a T-shirt, tossed one over to Bax.
“Thanks.” After absently yanking off his yellow shirt, Bax pulled the T-shirt on, smoothing it down over that flat belly. “Damn, I got to learn to get off the back instead of the front.”
“Least you got off whole.” Man, everything that came out of his mouth sounded filthy.
“I did.” The riding boots came off, Bax pulling on the old, worn work boots and putting on a gimme cap. “Ready when you are.”
He brushed the dust out of his hair and grabbed his straw hat. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand, buddy.”
He hung back a little, let Bax go first. That way he could watch. The little cowboy ass wiggled as if Bax was showing it just for him. A man could get off on that in a hurry. His prick just got heavy, appreciating the finest sight on this Earth, yessir. The things he could imagine…
Guest Post - BA Tortuga
Why Cowboys?
Every now and again someone in my life will blink at me and say, “Cowboys are rude and vain and backwards. Why on God’s green earth would you write them?”
Uh.
Because they’re rude and vain and unashamed to say what they want to and because they’re salt of the earth.
I love that they’re honest as the day is long. I love the colloquialisms, the need to push and pull, the inherent fight in a man that has faced down tornadoes and bulls, wildfires and hard-core poverty. I love the idea of ‘hey, y’all! Watch this!’ and, I swear, my motto is ‘say I won’t’.
There’s something special about a man that can sew himself up with SuperGlue and dental floss, stick his arm in a horse shoulder-deep to deliver a foal (even less romantic than it sounds, trust me), and then shower, throw on some smell-good and go to a club for a two-step and a beer, all in the same day.
I try to write my Texans as I know them, raw and fierce, teeth-bared and ready for trouble, and if that doesn’t always fit into a little shot glass of romantic hero, well that’s okay with me.
I mean, take Andy and Jason. These boys aren’t hurting for money, but no one would call them rich. They’ve got a high school education, barely. These aren’t suave, metrosexual men who would order something even as fancy as a Shiner. In fact, Andy is a Bud man and I’m fairly sure if you asked Jason Scott what a metrosexual was, he’d just blink at you.
I spend a lot of my weekends at the rodeo – the big shows that have million dollar purses and the teeny tiny ranch rodeos where the winnings are mostly counted in pride and bragging rights. We go to the LGBT rodeos where the drag queens steal the show, the stock shows with the biggest damn steers you’ve ever seen.
It doesn’t hurt that my daddy’s a cowboy, either, about as dug into the earth as any man you’ll ever meet and a full-fledged member of the Good Ole Boy network. I’ve had nieces that raced barrels, nephews that were ropers. My brothers have been bull riders and horse trainers and cowboys that work Steamboat in the summer and Houston in the winter.
Why do I write cowboys?
Because I love them and they live inside me, bone-deep.
About BA Tortuga
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA 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 Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia, her best friend, Sean, and coffee. Lots of good coffee.
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