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A Wrecked Holiday Novel Book 2
BY JODI PAYNE & BA TORTUGA
It’s fall in Vermont. The holidays are coming, the leaves are turning brilliant colors, and Skyler and Beckett are expecting a baby! They’re picking out furniture and paint colors for the nursery. They’re looking at ultrasounds and choosing names.
But nothing is ever simple for these two, and something they’re not expecting throws a wrench–or a great big crowbar–into Beck’s carefully planned paternity leave and Sky’s nursery decorations. But is it a disaster, a blessing, or both?
As with all deliveries, they’re at the mercy of fate and mother nature. They’ll be adding to their family for Christmas—but they’ll be doing it in the most chaotic way possible.
Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, and I write cowboys, mostly gay ones, and I’m tickled as all get out to come and say hi and introduce myself to you.
I am incredibly lucky to write in the East Meets Western universe with my dearest friend, best-selling author Jodi Payne. Sky and Beck first saved their marriage in Wrecked, and Special Delivery is, well, this is what happened next.
I’d love to give away an ebook copy of the first book in the series, Wrecked, to introduce y’all to Sky and Beck, as well as to Jodi and me. (FMI, see below)
Editorial Note: Edited for some language
The P&B was walking distance for him, so he waited a half an hour or so for Sky to get there and walked over, grabbing a seat at the bar. Sky might be more comfortable at a table, but sitting alone at a table always felt so weird.
He heard the warm greetings before he saw Sky, the happy laughter and hellos all around making him proud of his cowboy.
It was like Doc had once told him; Sky had never met a stranger. He loved how at home Sky was here now, making friends everywhere he went. Between his local practice and Sky’s invitational, they’d become fixtures in Burlington. He waved so Sky would see him at the bar, but not to rush him.
Sky wandered over, the limp sort of pronounced today, and he got a warm smile, those pretty eyes taking him in. “Hello, gorgeous. How’s your day going?”
“Good. Better now.” Beck took Sky’s hand and kissed it. “Did you have a nice drive? It’s getting pretty out there.” The leaves were just starting to turn. Another two weeks and the mountains would look like a painting.
“I did. When I left, Bruiser and Walter were sleeping together on the sofa.” Sky pulled out his phone, showing off a photo.
Okay, that was adorable. A couple of Christmases ago, when he’d brought Bruiser home, it was partly because Sky was sure Walter needed a fluffy friend to keep him warm. At long last, it looked like maybe Sky was right. “Well, it only took nearly three years. Look at them.” He slid off his bar stool. “Do you want a table?”
“I do.” Sky took his hand and led him to one by the window. “A table, a beer, something crunchy coming—life is good.”
“Crunchy?” He held Sky’s chair for him. “What are you ordering?”
“Hmm…fried cheese? Fried things? I’m a fan of crunchy, salty goodness.”
“Fried cheese. I’m so in.” All he had to do was look up, and a server made his way over. “Hey, Rick.” Rick had been there as long as he could remember.
“Hey, guys. What can I get you?”
He gestured to Sky. “He has ideas.”
“Crunchy salty things. Something with cheese would be good. Anything that you can dip in ranch.”
Rick laughed. “I think I can work with that. Beer?”
Beck nodded. “The usual.”
“You got it. I’ll be back, guys.”
Beck smiled at Sky after Rick left. “So now that Walter has accepted Bruiser, how do you think he’ll do with the baby?”
“He’ll love her. Bruiser is going to think she’s the best playmate ever.”
Sky grinned. “Yep. I dreamed about her this morning.”
Wow. “Really? Was she amazing? Did she have your gorgeous eyes and dark hair?” He couldn’t wait to meet the baby—even a dream version was exciting.
“She was perfect and ours, and we brought her home.” Sky beamed at him. “I’m excited to meet her, honey.”
“Me too. I made lists today. I started looking at cribs.” But he wanted to give his attention to his husband right now. “We’re supposed to be talking about you. I’m sorry. How did you feel about the week?”
“It was good. Tiring—damn tiring—but I made the sponsors happy. I pulled some rope, went to a couple of after-parties.” Sky shrugged and grinned at him. “Mostly I listened to the young kids and wondered if we were going to have a baby that got into rodeoing.”
“Oh.” That thought hadn’t even occurred to him. He knew Sky wasn’t going to like his initial reaction, so he didn’t offer it. “Is that something you want?”
Sky stared at him like he’d grown another head. “Lord, no. Rodeoing is a hard f**king life with a short run and tons of scars and broken bones.”
He let out the breath he’d been holding in a rush. “Oh. Good. I mean…I’d worry all the damn time.” Thank f**k. He’d have compromised if it came to that, and who knew what having a former bull rider celebrity for a father would eventually mean, but he really didn’t want to put his kid on a bull.
“Shit, baby, I rode bulls so there was enough money to send this kid to college. Ain’t you ever heard ‘Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys’?”
He laughed. “Yes. I have. Even we Yankees know Waylon and Willie.” Although the Chipmunks version was his favorite. “You scared me for a second.”
“Don’t you worry, baby.” Sky patted his hand. “She’ll be a professor or a doctor or an interior designer. Something fancy.”
Something safe. “Works for me. So your sponsors were happy? That’s great. Danny’s okay? He had a good summer, huh?” He should pay better attention to the rankings; he wasn’t even sure who besides Danny was riding well this year.
“He’s good. His little one is good. Everyone seems very young, you know? Or maybe I feel older. I’m not sure the fans are going to remember me much longer.”
“They’re young. But we’re not old, Sky. We had this same conversation after the invitational in the spring, remember? You’ll feel better once you’re rested.” Sky was sore and probably having some post-event letdown. Maybe Beckett should find a way to go next year, help keep his husband from working too hard. Keep his spirits up. “Hip hurts today, huh?”
“It’s tender.” Ah, tender. Cowboy-speak for it hurting bad enough that Sky would take a pain pill at some point today.
“Beer, gentlemen.” Rick set down two tall drafts on the table.
“This’ll help. Thanks, Rick.” Beck picked up his glass, grinning. “To the hottest husband I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only husband you’ve ever had.” Sky beamed at him, clinking their glasses together. “And I intend to let you keep me.”
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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