About Under Pressure
Written by BA Tortuga
270 pages / 80500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-661-2, 1-60370-661-5
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback
Sonny and MJ really want to think they're retired, but after an old enemy of MJ's blows up their boat, they know they have a lot of running to do. Still, there's no hostages around to cramp their style, and they have each other, so life is good. At least until Cowboy, an old friend of MJ's, looks them up. Cowboy brings a whole host of problems with him, including Duncan, a very interesting professor with surprising ties to MJ.
When the boys decide to investigate Duncan's origins, it leads them back to their old allies, Paddy and Neil, who were pretty happy to say goodbye after their last adventure together. When Neil is kidnapped, though, Paddy knows he has to help MJ and Sonny to get help in return. Enemies are coming out of the woodwork, MJ doesn't know who to trust, and Sonny finds out a few things that shake him down to the very foundation of his life. Will the boys be able to survive this third installment of the Road Trip series?
Other books in the Road Trip series include Racing the Moon and Steam and Sunshine.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of the In Bear Country books, writes:
The boys from Racing the Moon and Steam and Sunshine are back, and as rowdy, raunchy, and sexy as ever!
MJ and Sonny are relaxing in the islands, when a call from an old friend of MJ's sets in motion a series of events that will lead the boys toward a blast from their past -- heavy emphasis on the "blast" part.
Meanwhile, Paddy and Neil are on the run, trying to stay one step ahead of shadowy villains who seem willing to stop at nothing to get what they want…namely, Neil.
Cowboy, a friend of MJ's, has his hands full with his newest target, a good-looking English professor, whose personality tends to get a bit larger than life when he's threatened.
When necessity forces the boys to play nice together, the tension gets thick and the sex gets as hot as napalm.
BA Tortuga loads readers aboard a runaway freight train and throws all the switches in this newest installment in the series. Hot men, wild fights, steamy sex, guns and explosions all work together to make it one helluva ride!
Sample
"That was a hell of a light show, huh, Precious?" Sonny steered the new boat out of the bay, watching the waves that would eventually come up to slap the bow, trying to keep the damned boat between the buoys. His adrenaline levels were pretty damned high, so it wasn't easy. Hell, his hands were still shaking. Fuck, he'd just seen someone's motherfucking head roll across the bar floor.
It hadn't been a head he knew or nothing, but still. Man. Human heads weren't supposed to do that.
MJ, though, he looked cool as a cucumber in a deep freeze.
"Not bad. Not bad at all." Those binoculars never moved, MJ watching, even though Sonny didn't think the son of a bitch could see a fucking thing, as much C-4 as the bastard'd used. That fucking flash-bang probably echoed off some goddamn satellite in space. Probably interrupted the transmission of a ballgame or something. That thought sort of made him grin.
MJ rolled those inked shoulders, muscles rippling. "Keep going, Sunshine. No slowing down."
"Shit. When have I ever slowed down?" He steered off the center line a bit, trying to get less chop. It would kinda suck to break up their pretty new schooner. "You think we got him?"
"He was on the ship. He was on the deck, though." MJ's lips twisted, just once. The man had liked that boat.
"Good." If they hadn't killed the bastard, they'd at least put the hurt on him. "So, where to, Precious?"
"How do you feel about the Galapagos?"
"We'll have to get gas..." Lord. Galapagos. Turtles. That was all he could think of.
"We can do that in Jamaica. Panama. It'll take a while." MJ shrugged. "There's Trinidad."
So, it didn't matter. MJ in the grip of apathy was a dangerous thing. "Maybe we should just find a cove someplace, anchor. Have some R&R."
Fuck like bunnies.
"As long as it's not obvious, yeah. Yeah." The too-long blond hair just moved in the wind, the full set of Samsonite under MJ's eyes starting to show. The son of a bitch had been going for five days, nonstop. Five days of planning and setting charges and making sure that bastard found them. Five days. Shit.
"You should go lie down, man." Look at him, all mother hen. Of course, he couldn't use his usual MJ sleep aid. Either one of them; the fucking or the drugging. He had to drive.
"I'm fine." MJ's belly looked like he could bounce quarters off it.
"Sure you are. You're fixing to have a psychotic episode. Now, you know I love that, but where are you gonna go, huh? We're on a boat." They got out of the chop, and Sonny gave it some speed, needing to get... somewhere.
"I haven't had a psychotic episode in weeks. You're confusing me with the Brit."
"No, he was just sick as a dog..." The Brit and the little redhead were gone. Thank God. They were pretty, but man, those two cramped their style. There was something about hanging with a mind reader that made him itchy. "You think they're boinking, like right now?"
"Ew. No." MJ shuddered, nose wrinkling. "Rick is... not sexual. God. Ew. I'd just gotten the image of those two out of my brain."
"Yeah, but the blond was pretty." He knew that would get him some heat, but damn it, he needed MJ to do more than stare back toward the ship's wake and be all zombie. Arrr.
He almost got worried, but then that eyebrow went up.
And up.
And up.
Oh, hell yes. Score.
"I didn't think you were into nutcase tea-drinkers, Sunshine."
"Well, maybe not tea. But you know I like crazy blonds." The crazy remark might even get MJ to come hit him.
"I wonder if the boat will move faster if I lose a couple pounds of dead weight..."