Title: Catch and Release
Series: The Release Series book 3
Author: BA Tortuga
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Release Date: December 19, 2016
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 75000
Genre: Romance, cowboys, ex-con, lawyer,
sweet romance
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Synopsis
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.
Excerpt
“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.”
“I just….”
“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.”
“Yeah.”
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.
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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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