I am not a Saltwater Cowboy by BA Tortuga – Guest Blog

Long and Short Reviews welcomes BA Tortuga. The second edition of Seashores of Old Mexico was recently released by Dreamspinner Press.

I am Not a Saltwater Cowboy

Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy.

Cowboy? Yes. Beaches? Eh, not so much.

I’m a mountain girl. I’ve always heard them calling. We would come up to Colorado and I’d sob when we had to go home.

Dallas is FLAT y’all. As in you can see for miles and miles and miles flat.

Flat as a pancake.

Shit, you could probably see a pancake in the road.

I digress.

I love the mountains, but my sisters and brothers and parents? They love the ocean. My ex? Loved the ocean. My kid? Ocean. Also, you don’t have to leave Texas to get to the ocean.

So, I’ve been to Galveston and Corpus and Padre.


Of all those, Galveston is my favorite. I love how it’s the redneck beach – families and blue collar couples. I love the seawall. I love the creepy haunted old houses.

I’ve watched a couple dozen nieces and nephews go into the ocean for the first time there from an old deck chair. I’ve doctored jellyfish stings and sunburns and removed terrifying seaweed from a pair of tiny toes.


I’m an old high-desert lady now, but if you take me to the ocean, take me to Galveston and let me remember all the good times.

Much love, y’all.


After a bar fight gone horribly wrong, Clint is on the run, tired, hungry, and desperate to get out of Texas and across the border as fast as he can. But more than anything, he needs a place to relax and feel safe—at least for a little while. Searching for work, he stumbles into a cantina on the beach and runs into its owner. Jack might be a little older and a little worldlier, but the two men have enough in common to form a fast friendship that soon spills over into the bedroom.

But Clint isn’t the only who’s done things he isn’t proud of, things he’d rather keep hidden. Both of them have to be ready to drop everything and run if the past gets too close, and that’s no foundation for a relationship—especially since the truth always comes out eventually.

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, 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.


Buy the book at Dreamspinner Press.


  1. Congratulations on your new book!

    I can’t say whether I prefer the mountains or the beach. Both can be great vacation spots depending on what you’re in the mood for.

    How often do you get to see mountains? It’s kind of funny that everyone else in your family prefers the beach. 🙂

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