Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy!
It was fascinating to write a lawyer for Catch and Release, one whose job actually has a real function in the story. Jayden is a real estate law expert now, but he used to be a prosecutor. This was really important to the story, because Jayden had to be able to look into Dakota’s case, and to be knowledgeable about that area of criminal law.
I have to tell y’all, I got the idea for Catch and Release watching Cold Case Files. They did a special, and then a spin off series about sexual assault. I was surprised, and yeah, appalled at how many rape kits go untested, which is one of the things that happened with Dakota.
In fact, the whole system surrounding assault is depressing, so I’ll suggest y’all look into it yourself if you’re interested, and let Jayden jabber about his weirdest cases, instead.
Jayden: *waves* Hey, y’all! I worked for Travis county as a prosecutor for a long time. Now, don’t tell on me, but I’ll tell you a few of my weirdest cases.
I once had to prosecute a kid who beat his best friend near to death because, he said, a Ouija board told him to. Nope, not kidding. He was hanging out in the game room of a friend’s home, playing with the Ouija board. Apparently, it told him to kill his buddy… That is one powerful Ouija if it made him do it. He did not get the jury to agree.
The weirdest murder case I ever worked was when a woman convinced her husband to kill her neighbor. The motive? He was psychically raping her. You know, you can’t make this shit up. She and the husband both went to jail for a long while.
Finally, I did a theft case where the robber had cleared out someone’s house completely of electronics, then decided he needed a nap. When the homeowner came home, the guy was asleep on his couch. He called the cops. Needless to say, this one didn’t even go to trial…
Bottom line is people do weird shit. Most of it isn’t that funny, but life is a wondrous thing, and you have to laugh, right?
Jayden is a pretty well-adjusted guy. Or so he likes to think. I bet he learns a good deal about himself in Catch and Release!
Much love, y’all.
Dakota Landry just got out of prison after twelve years. If anyone can understand how that feels, it’s his new friend, Sage, who is determined to help him get used to life on the outside—and believes Dakota didn’t commit the crime he was in for.
Jayden Wilson is a former prosecutor who agrees to look into the case at the request of Sage’s lover, Adam. He sets out to prove Dakota is just another “innocent” ex-con, but once they meet, Jayden is more and more convinced Dakota just didn’t do what everyone thinks he did.
Trouble follows Dakota, and nothing is easy as he struggles to figure out how to live, now that he has choices. And Jayden isn’t sure how Dakota, or any lover for that matter, fits into his life. Their path from friendship to romance is a slow one, but Dakota begins to believe he deserves a chance at life, and Jayden falls a little more for Dakota every day. Now they just need to tell each other how they feel.
“One wallet with six dollars and eighty-three cents. One pair of jeans, T-shirt, pair of boots. Belt with buckle. Sign here.” The paper bag was shoved over to him, and Dakota Landry scratched his signature on the paper, his hand shaking harder than he wanted to admit.
One wallet with six dollars and eighty-three cents.
One pair of Wranglers.
Twelve years, three months, and eight days.
Dakota sighed and rolled his shoulders. The Unitarians had donated a gently worn pair of tennis shoes, a button-down from the Walmart, and a pair of new jeans, which hung on his scrawny ass like a bad costume. They were what he had, though. He’d lost seventy pounds since he was twenty, and he read way more bull rider than bulldogger these days.
The rest of the processing flew by, and he walked out of the gate half an hour later, blinking at the late-afternoon sun. He was gonna puke.
He had a suitcase of his shit from his cell and this paper sack and….
A white pickup pulled up, the window rolling down to expose this weathered face peering out from under a straw brim. “You Landry?”
“Yessir.” He braced himself, waiting for a barrel to appear from the window. God hated him, he had no doubt, and it would be just like the evil bastard to have one of the McCarthys come to shoot him as soon as he walked outside as a free man.
It wasn’t a pistol that appeared, though. It was a gnarled cowboy hand. “Sage. Sage Redding. You want a ride, man?”
A lump lodged in his throat. Sage. Okay, he knew this guy from letters and the occasional call. When he knew he was getting out, he’d been assigned… what? Sage was no counselor. He was a godsend, though. “I do, yeah.”
“Cool. Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Please.” He climbed up into the truck, breathing in the smell of horseshit and Old Spice and hay, and suddenly he was thirteen again and had a whole summer in front of him and all these dreams and….
“Hey.” The word was short and sharp, dragging his attention right to Sage’s face. “Stay here. Stay with me, man. You start thinking and the fucking world goes straight to shit.”
“We’ll go to the next town over, and we’ll grab some burgers and a Coke. You ain’t a vegetarian, are you?”
“I’m pretty fucking sure they put all of them in minimum security.”
Sage hooted, the sound natural as breathing. “I bet so.”
“Thanks. I didn’t expect….” He hadn’t known what to expect. He had the numbers for the Salvation Army and a halfway house, neither of which he intended to call.
“No sweat. I been there.”
Manslaughter, Sage had said, and the man never once claimed to be innocent. But he was out and living on a ranch, doing his parole and writing prisoners in this exchange deal. Dakota wasn’t sure what the fuck Sage got out of it, but it looked good to the parole board, and to his credit, Sage had written a letter to them.
Sorta like the murderers speaking for the rapists. Whoopdi-fucking-doo.
Meet 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.
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