Ammo and Enchiladas by BA Tortuga – Spotlight

Long and Short Reviews welcomes BA Torguga who is visiting with us to celebrate the recent release of Ammo and Enchiladas, the second book in the Border Crossing series.

Ammo and Enchiladas

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and New Mexico newbie. Ammo and Enchiladas, the second in the Border Crossing series, is the story of Brant, a Texan nurse living in Albuquerque, and Lex, a cop from Las Cruces and how they fall in love.


Because the best stories are about that, right?

After a night at the movies in Albuquerque, NM, Brantley’s best friend, Matt, is shot right in front him during a robbery. Stunned and devastated, Brant tries to help Matt’s husband, Travis, deal with the funeral details even as he struggles with his own grief and Travis’s blame. When Travis’s best friend arrives, Brant is both annoyed and grateful, because he is so darn tired and can use the help.

Lex Espana is ashamed to admit he hasn’t seen his childhood best friend since Travis’s wedding. He’s even more amazed that he barely remembers Brant from that wedding, because he’s sure interested now. While it’s weird to fall for someone at a funeral, his feelings for Brant are real and make him long for a life he didn’t realize he was missing.

Neither Lex nor Brant knows how to be part of an us, though, and they both have a lot to work through before they can settle in. To become a real couple, Brant and Lex will have to dig deep to get past the roadblocks in their relationship.

Enjoy an Excerpt

“Right. I know you. You’ll have posters hung everywhere,” Dusty shot back.

“Hey! Maybe I can have a tiny man cave….”

“You can have the third bedroom, honey.” No posters. Those things were awful.

“I bet he only needs half of it, but it will smell like a gym.”

Nate snorted, but when Dusty added, “And gun oil,” they all cracked up.

That had never occurred to him, though. Having a cop in the house. Having a gun in the house. Did Lex have a gun safe?

“Do you have a gun safe, honey?”

“I do. It’s not a big one, but it doesn’t need to be. We can put it in a closet. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I just didn’t know if we needed one.” He knew how to shoot a firearm, but that hadn’t been his job in the service, and he hadn’t shot one since.

“We’ll see what the situation looks like. I have a regular sidearm and an ankle pistol. Do you have a firearm?”

“I don’t, honey.” Part of him was all Christ, that’s hot, and part was freaking out a little bit.

Lex winked, then ran a hand up and down his back. “You ready?”

He shook himself mentally. He wanted this. “I am. We’ll have our bring-Lex-home caravan.”

“Good deal.” Lex took a short kiss. “Holler if you need to stop.”

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“I love T or C. Guys? You good?” Lex asked Dusty and Nate.

“We’re ready. We’ll see you when we stop.” Nate looked almost giddy.

“Got it.” Lex winked broadly at everyone. “Let’s do it.”

Brant climbed into his car and started it up. This wasn’t how he’d expected to head home. He’d expected to be down, to be grumpy, not loaded to the gills and bringing Lex home. He couldn’t stop grinning, even as his nerves jittered.
Brant wished Matty was here, to share this with, to tell him that it was going to be amazing. To tease him.

He had a terrible little pang then, because every time he remembered Matty was gone, his chest hurt.

“You are supposed to be here, man. You’re supposed to help me out, talk to me.”

Matty never answered, which was good. Only crazy people in movies talked to ghosts. People who heard ghosts talk back were committed. He shook his head. This was a good thing. He wasn’t going to have it any other way.

This was his good thing, dammit.

Still, he’d like a little…. His phone rang, Bridey’s name popping up. Christ, Bridey was good at that.

He hit the hands-free. “Hey, Bubba.”

“Hey, you. What up?”

“I—” How did he say this? How on earth did he admit that he was bringing a lover home?

“You okay? I know you miss Matty.”

“I do. Bad. I-I got something to tell you, man.” He opened his Coke, his head beginning to throb.

“So tell me.” Bridey didn’t have a lot of patience for bullshit.

“I met someone.” Three little words. So many were so fucking important. I met someone. I’m into him. He’s moving in. I love him.

About the Author: Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, knitting, 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 friends, 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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