About Eye of the Dragon
Written by BA Tortuga
137 pages / 45000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370- 412-0, 1-60370-412-4
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Cam is on the trail of an ancient Chinese artifact, a ruby that has a history. When he meets adventurer Poe in Mexico, he spills the beans on his quest, and Poe sees dollar signs as well as the hottest professor he's ever met.
They head off to the salt flats and mountains of Utah, searching for a lost wagon train from the eighteen hundreds. What they find is danger beyond normal comprehension, and a stone that drives men to insanity. They put both themselves and their friends in danger, and it will take every bit of their talent, and courage, to make it through. Will Cam and Poe be over before they ever really get started?
Review
Anah Crow, author of The Look of a King, writes:
BA Tortuga knows what people want, and Eye of the Dragon delivers it. Poe is a man who knows what he wants, and is accustomed to getting it. Whether it's on an oil rig in the middle of an icy sea or on a scorching beach in Mexico, Poe knows his business; he knows rocks, he knows oil, he knows maps, he knows drilling, and he knows men. When Cameron Davis -- a hot, young academic with a whole lot of funding and not a lot of experience -- shows up next to Poe on the beach, Poe gets to work getting what he wants all over again.
Eye of the Dragon is not just about seduction and maps and treasure, it's about dark secrets and hidden depths and old, old dangers. Poe does get what he wants, every time he tries, and ends up digging himself right into Cam's work, his life, his bed, and his private hell. When that hell breaks loose, Poe has to turn his powers of getting what he wants to a new purpose, keeping Cam safe, and even that isn't enough. Poe has to call in favors from old friends and rely on the kindness of strangers as he puts everything he has in to making the world right again.
Eye of the Dragon is packed full of wild characters, stark landscapes, horrifying legends, and more than one passionate, enduring love affair. The heat between Poe and Cam is sizzling to start with -- the sex is wild and unfettered and well-written -- and just burns hotter the more the mystery and danger around them build, reaching new levels of intimacy and intensity. The legend in which they become entangled is rich and beautifully told, all the way to the powerful, frightening conclusion. This is a fast-paced, multi-faceted book, delivering a story that's hot and exciting on every level.
Sample
Ah. This was the good life.
Poe sat on the beach somewhere in Mexico. He wasn't sure where, and didn't care. He'd given some produce truck driver a bunch of pesos and told him to stop when they were far away from all of the major resort areas.
Now he had a thatched shack, his best Hawaiian shirt, a hat with ear holes in it he'd stolen off a donkey, and an umbrella drink.
And a view.
There was this guy...
Hoo, yeah. The view was fab.
Broad shoulders, little bitty butt, jaw so square you could set a level on it -- the solid blond was fine, baking under the sun, sweat sliding over a cut six-pack belly. Hoo boy. He sure did like that look. Hell, who was he kidding? He liked almost any look as long as the guy sporting it could work it. This one? Was working it. Poe thanked God for baggy shorts.
The guy rolled up out of his chair, stood and stretched, every single muscle rolling. "Lord, but it's warm. Makes a body lazy."
"Mmmhmm." They hadn't been sitting that close to begin with, but Poe had sorta...oozed. Ju-u-u-ust a bit. "Feels good after the north Atlantic."
"I imagine so." He got a grin, nice and sure and all-American. "There's nothing like sun and surf."
"Oiled up bodies..." This one he could smell. Lord, lord. Poe shifted, pulling one leg up. "Really good rum."
"Oh, I haven't graduated to the rum yet. Maybe I ought to do that instead of a beer..."
"Sure. If you go to the bar, I'll buy." Then he'd get to watch that tight little ass all the way there.
"Yeah? Well, that's a good offer. I'll get the second round. Even us up." One square hand was offered to him, that body close enough to lick like ice cream.
Poe shook it before offering money. "M' Poe. Nice to meet you..."
"Cam. Cameron Davis. What do you want from the bar?"
"Tell him I'll have another one of these." He waggled his little umbrella drink, handing it over with some cash. "He'll know."
"Sure, man. Cool." Oh, man. That ass. It had that sway thing going on as Cam fought the sand, that little tug and jiggle.
Lord, lord.
The shorts rode up too, and Poe got to see hairy blond thighs along with a hint of the thin skin on the inner leg, all tender and right.
He might just get explode-y.