Living in Fast Forward

by BA Tortuga

Living in Fast Forward - BA Tortuga
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Pages: 196

Acclaimed musician Hollis Lee is a little bit rock, a little bit country, and a lot in need of some TLC to mend the years of hardcore partying that threatens to ruin his career. Hollis’s manager, Charlie, has the perfect solution in mind.

Personal trainer Jeremy is even-keeled and nothing if not professional—which means doing his job, getting Hollis back to his fighting weight, and ignoring his fierce attraction to the rock star.

Turns out Hollis has a harder time resisting Jeremy than giving up sausage biscuits and cheeseburgers, but succumbing to temptation could end both of their careers. While Hollis is on tour, no one questions Jeremy’s presence, and that means plenty of time to sneak away for some steamy fun on the tour bus. But when an accident separates them, how will they sustain the relationship that’s starting to mean so much?

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WHAT THE fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?” Charlie Gill, his manager, could shout like a sumbitch, even over the phone. Normally it made Hollis growl. Tonight it just made him laugh.

He watched his right boot go sailing across the little bunkroom of the bus, then his jeans. “What’re you talkin’ about, man?”

I saw you on that fucking awards show, son. You were drunk as a skunk. You looked swollen on camera.”


Oh, fuck you, Charlie.” The way his boxer briefs hung up on the hook on the back of the door made him laugh like a loon. “That show was a waste of fucking space. You shoulda never booked me. I mean, Christ….”

He tried to get up, staggered, and fell on the bed with a thud that rattled his brain.

What? Hollis? You okay?”

“’M fine.” He frowned down at his legs, telling them sternly to work. “I just needed to get through the night. I mean, what were you thinking? Fashion Forward, for Christ’s sake. Am I a fashion icon? Fuck, no.”

He was a fucking redneck who happened to look good in jeans and sing good old-fashioned rockabilly.

I was thinking you could clean up your image,” Charlie said. “After that arrest in Tampa….”

Which came to nothing, as I was so not guilty.” Scratching his belly, Hollis squinted at the ceiling, which was spinning slowly but getting faster. “Damn, Sam.”

Name’s Charlie…. You’re in big trouble, boy.”

Uh-huh. Sure. Look, Charlie, I gotta go. I’m gonna go puke.” He hung up the phone and tossed it off into the ether, needing quiet and either more JD or less… maybe more.

In the end he decided just to stay where he was and sleep.

There should be no spinning involved in that.


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.

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