So excited to have BA Tortuga on the blog this afternoon!
Where
did inspiration come from to write the story?
So,
okay. Confession time.
I
worry. A lot. Am I giving readers what they want? Am I doing this right? Are
people going to like me? Will I survive the zombie apocalypse? What is that
thing on my toe?
I
was pondering my navel, thinking about things like branding – as in marketing.
Y’all get your minds out of the gutter, you naughty puppies. You know, people
say you can’t write m/m and m/f and m/m/f and f/f. You can’t write
contemporaries and historicals and paranormals. You have to find a bracket and
FIT IN IT.
So,
y’all might know me. I’m the square peg/round hole broad.
Waves
At
any rate I was trying to figure out my next move. Cowboys? Paranormal? Rodeo?
Werebeasts? Western? Bitey?
It
went round and round in my head for a
bit and then suddenly I went, “Christ on a crutch, girl, did you eat a bowl of
stupid for breakfast? PARANORMAL RODEO COWBOYS!”
Now,
I knew that this idea was too big for me and me alone, so I woke Julia up. Then
we called Kiernan.
Grins
It
was a match made in the depths of smutty hell, y’all.
Werebears.
Ghostriders. Weredingos. Vampires. Nightmares. Psychics. Weretigers.
Pyrokenetics. Demons. Dragons. Hellhounds.
EEEEE!
Yeah.
Midnight Rodeo.
Y’all
should come to a show. ;-)
