Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy.
So, we talk quite a bit in romance about sex.
How much is too much? If there’s no sex is it clean? If there’s lots is it dirty? What about kink? What about plot? Can you move the story through sex? WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT THE SCREWING PARTS?
Well, I have to admit, these days I don’t stress it much. I write the book and the boys tell me how much boinking they need to. Publishers and readers are happy with romance from no on screen pounding to OMG scorching.
It didn’t used to be like that, though.
Once upon a time, a zillion years ago, when m/m romance as a genre was in its new stage, sex was king. Now, I have thoughts about why that was, and my leading theory is that m/m readers were coming to us from slash fan-fiction (hence the / in m/m, yes?).
In slash, one of the joneses that was getting a fix was getting to see (read?) characters actually have sex on page. That was the deal. So readers were expecting to have sex scenes again and again. It was standard to have a sex scene every chapter. It was simply the norm.
Now, here’s the weirdness. When you have re-releases that are in that older arena, I was writing for the audience. We all were. So, if you come from “Catch and Release”, for instance, and then pick up “Tropical Depression”, you might go…
Are these even written by the same person?
The answer to that is yes and no. Yes, I wrote it. No, I’m not the same person. Twelve years ago I was dealing with homeschooling a child, I was married to someone I wasn’t in love with, I was running a business and working full time. I wasn’t the same person. The readership wasn’t the same. The publishing world wasn’t the same. Hell, I didn’t even know who Donald Trump was.
Why do I tell you this? Because Galen and Shane were my first best-sellers and I love them and I want to share them with you, but like everything else, we have to honor it from the place in time it was born.
Much love, y’all.
Check out Tropical Depression today!
Sequel to Rain and Whiskey
Stormy Weather: Book Two
The weather in the Florida swamps is looking a little rocky for retired football player, Galen, his laid-back lover, Shane, and their gator, Vic.
When Galen buys into a football team, promoting and wheeling and dealing are the name of the game. He’s so busy he hardly gets to see Shane anymore, which means a lot of lonely naps on the couch.
Shane is tied up with managing the bar, covering for unreliable bartenders, and serving drinks to good-time party boys. Used to be Galen couldn’t get enough of him. Now he can hardly pry Galen away from the phone, and Shane starts to wonder where he stands in Galen’s life. Will things ever be the way they were?
When Galen starts to forget their dates, the pressure builds, jealousy and hurt swirling into a tropical storm. Galen and Shane need to seek shelter in each other before everything they’ve built is washed away.
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