Stretching
The Rules
Out
For You
B.A.
Tortuga
Genre:
MMF Paranormal
Publisher:
ARe Books
Date
of Publication: 6/1/15
ISBN:
978-1-943576-00-5
ASIN:
Word
Count: 21,700
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
When the rules force you
to deny whom you love, it’s time to break them.
Jonah is sick and tired of
hiding his lovers, Olivia and Hank, from his wolf pack. But being
second in command to the Alpha means he has to follow them, right?
His pack would reject him if they knew his lovers were a jaguar and a
coyote…a man and a woman.
When danger threatens Liv
and Hank, Jonah comes out to his Alpha. He’s willing to do whatever
it takes to bring his two families together, and keep everyone safe.
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Excerpt:
“I can’t spare you
tonight, Jonah,” Boothe said. “We have a pack meeting tonight,
and there’s unrest about the territory being invaded by those
fucking coyote hybrids.”
Jonah stopped on his way
out the door, his shoulders pulling up around his ears. “I told you
I was out of pocket this weekend, Boss.”
“You’re my second. I
need you there. Those damned coyotes are skulking around, stealing
from the homes around the perimeter.”
He gritted his teeth,
clenching his hand around his jacket, which he hadn’t even had time
to put on before the pack Alpha had caught up with him. The urge to
whine hit hard, and he stuffed it back down in his chest. He was no
cub, begging for scraps.
“Sure. Okay. I’ll text
my buddies and be there in a few minutes, yeah?” He hated the idea
of disappointing his “buddies.” Again.
“It won’t take long. A
couple of hours, tops. Tell them to keep their panties on.”
If Boothe only knew.
Boothe didn’t know,
though, and Jonah intended to keep it that way. How could he possibly
explain Olivia and Hank to his pack?
There was a text waiting
for him when he opened his phone. She’s dancing at 11. Headlining.
Meet us there?
Will try my best. Eleven
he might be able to do. Drinks at eight had been the plan, and God
knew he wouldn’t make that.
Cool. Ready for our
weekend. So ready.
Me too. Soon. He would get
his time in with Hank and Olivia if it killed him. Which it might.
Jonah sighed when Boothe
bellowed his name.
This was bullshit. Utter
fucking bullshit. He thought Boothe pulled these emergency meetings
just to test him. His loyalty to the pack. The easy answer would be
to choose a female, fuck her, and get her heavy with pups. Protect,
procreate, and pretend to be happy as shit.
Problem was, he wasn’t
sure he could lie so deeply.
Not with Hank and Liv
waiting for him, his lovers made of pure sex, pure need.
The thought made him pant,
made his cock try to rise. No. No hard-on. Meeting. Wolf politics.
Pack rules. Hierarchy.
Position.
Fuck, he got tired of that
shit. He was never gonna be the one to take over the pack. Not with
his… boy and girl on the side.
Liv and Hank—they’d
been together since they were teenagers, had been this wild, fierce
pair who had seduced him without even trying. Once they’d drawn him
in, he hadn’t been able to let go.
He was ashamed that he
didn’t really even want to try. They made him happy, so much more
than when he was with the pack. Oh, he loved his Alpha, his friends,
but they would turn on him if they knew what he was.
He turned the sound off on
his phone, then headed into the meeting. Hopefully he’d get to see
Liv dance. He’d walk out early if he had to.
Someone had to be there to
assure everyone remembered, burlesque, not stripper. No touching.
Hank could tear up anyone who tried to get their girl, but his
smaller stature made people more willing to start shit. Jonah’s
brute strength drove them away.
Not that Ms. Olivia
couldn’t defend herself. That woman would kick a man’s ass and
make him love it.
She’d done it more than
once to Jonah.
Hell, she’d fucked Hank
so hard he screamed.
Jonah grinned, thinking
about that night, and his fellow enforcer Cory clapped him on the
back. “Come on, man. Quit grinning like a fool.”
“Why? Oh, yeah. I get
it. That’s your job, right? The fool part.”
“Ha ha. You suck. Come
on.” Cory dragged him into the meeting, and he groaned when he saw
Alan Markman and Henry Law in there. Long night, ho.
Maybe if he stood next to
the door…
“Let’s get this show
on the road!” Alan shouted, and Boothe beckoned to Jonah. No such
luck.
Damn it.
Surely they’d be done by
ten.
He might even make it if
it was over at ten-thirty.
About
the Author:
B.A. Tortuga 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 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.
For more information on
other books by B.A., visit her official website: www.BATortuga.com
twitter @batortuga
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