Guest Post: BA Tortuga

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Curvy girls and a hamburger

BA Tortuga

 

Hey y’all!

The heroine in my book City Country is named Emmy, and she’s a kick ass, tattooed Austin girl. She also happens to be curvy, with all the right junk in all the right places, as the song says. I don’t call her a BBW, though I have nothing against that label, because she’s perfectly average. Yep. The average American woman is somewhere between a size 10 and 14. Problem is, the average model is a size 0 now, and they make “plus size” models a size 10.
Oh, y’all, the rants I could make.
In this post, though, I figure I’ll explore the challenges Emmy faces being a curvy girl dating a relatively famous bullrider.

 

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love cowboys. They’re hot, they’re tough, and they’re my people. However, Texas cowboys are also stubborn, vain, and easily embarrassed. They rarely hunt outside their own particular stereotype for a mate, to use a paranormal romance parallel. So Emmy is something of a departure for poor Cotton. She’s colorful, gothy, free-spirited, and totally not a size 2.

 

Emmy is pretty okay with herself until she sees the types of girls who flock to the bullriding. In fact, she starts to feel a little insecure, and embarks on a self-improvement plan. Thing is, Cotton, for all that he’s a cowboy, loves her just as she is. He really believes a girl needs a hamburger once in a while. In the end, I think City Country has a positive message about curvy girls and their unique kind of love. which trust me, I stand behind 100%.

 

Fill out those jeans, y’all, and be proud of the curves you have, big or small.

 

Much love,

 

BA

 

Excerpt from City Country:

 

“Come here.” She turned around, heading down a little short hallway, that tiny, obscene little fake poodle skirt bouncing and showing off ruffly panties and garters holding up her stockings. She’d lost weight, was toned and shit.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to yell at her for changing or fall down on his knees and kiss her thighs. Maybe he’d do both. For now, he followed.

She opened up a door to a little dressing room, let him in, then shut the door behind her. “Look, Cotton. I love you, you know that, but I’m not dating a man that’s ashamed of me. I won’t. There are guys that think I’m hot, that don’t care if I’m big and inked and a geek and shit.”

“What?” He blinked. “Slow down, honey. Did I ever tell you, even once, that I thought you weren’t pretty?”

“You didn’t have to.” She actually teared up a little, turned away from him. “I was different and new, but not the kind of girl you admit to fucking, man.”

A knock came to the door. “Emily? Emily, honey? Are you okay?”

“I’m cool, Mitch. I’ll be right there.”

“Emmy.” He put a hand on her arm, trying to get her to look at him. “I never even got a chance to talk to you. I was never ashamed of you.”

In a hurry, confused about the way his sponsors were acting, awfully careless and stupid, yes. Never ashamed.

Wait.

Wait.

Had she said she loved him?

 

Click here to get your copy of City Country.

 

 

 

About BA Tortuga:

 

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. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com

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Blurb for City Country:

citycountry_800Traditional cowboy Cotton and tattooed Emmy couldn’t be more different. That’s part of their attraction, but different worlds can make for a lot of heartache.

Emmy doesn’t really like cowboys. She might be from Texas, but she’s a city girl, truly invested in keeping Austin weird, just like the slogan says. With her corsets and tattoos, she stands out at the western bar where she ends up after being abandoned by her friends. That might be why she catches the attention of Cotton, who’s a bull rider by trade, and definitely a cowboy. Cotton thinks Emmy might be the most fascinating girl he’s ever met. She’s not a cowgirl, and she’s not model skinny, but she’s beautiful and smart and he wants her like he’s never wanted anything before.

As one date turns into months of seeing each other in between bull riding events, Cotton starts to think that Emmy is the all-important One. Cotton’s friends and family might not be so sure, though. As Emmy’s life starts to unravel around her, Cotton has to fight his fears and his confusion to prove to Emmy that city and country might just be able to work after all.

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series. If you’re following the Roughstock series, as well as the Roughstock Sweethearts series, this book is best read as a sequel to And A Smile and File Gumbo, which are due to be released by Pride Publishing later in the year.

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously published elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.

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