About Walking on the Sun
by BA Tortuga
300 pages / 52000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-045-9
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When MJ gives himself up to the craziest man Sonny has ever met to save
Sonny's life, he knows he has to get his lover back, no matter what the
cost. So he gathers the whole Road Trip series team back together to hunt MJ
down, even if they don't want to be found. From Paddy and Neil, who are
still healing from their last brush with death, to Cowboy and Duncan, Sonny
brings everyone together for one last showdown.
The problem is that they don't even know if MJ is alive, or if the man will
know them, or himself, once they catch up with him. They're an awful ragged
bunch to be considered heroes, but Sonny is not giving up on the most
important thing in his life. He's determined to find MJ in one piece, even
if it kills him. Will the whole crew manage to survive the last big battle
with Greg and the Program, or will they go out in a blaze of glory? Previous
Road Trip titles include: Racing the Moon, Steam and Sunshine and Under
Pressure.
Review
Vic Winter, author of Bachelor Auction, writes: Walking on the Sun brings all the players from the previous books back for a non-stop thrill-ride. There's guns and explosions, telepaths, torture, hot, hot love, and let's not forget the ding-dongs.
The characters jump off the page right from the start, each one bringing their own unique gifts to the mix. The one thing they all have in common, is a deep, abiding love for their partner, and it's a joy to see them healing and loving together when they can. The pace is fast and hard, as is the love-making, culminating in a satisfying conclusion to the series.
One can only hope that Precious and Sunshine might thrill us and make another appearance in the future.
Sample
"Sonny?" The voice was familiar, big green eyes staring
down at him. Rick. Paddy. Shit. "Let me get those off, huh?"
"Please." His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he kept thinking he
was lucky he had one, after the way... the way those bastards had done MJ's
daddy.
"Cowboy said he was worried you'd hurt yourself. I've been listening. Neil's
here. Do you want water? Or coffee?" Paddy freed his hands, quick as a
bunny.
"Water." He wanted grain. Pure moonshine. It was unlikely, though. Sonny
sighed, his hands falling limp to the bed. Then the tingles started.
"'Kay." Paddy nodded, headed out. "Bathroom's down the hall."
"Thanks." He could at least take a leak before he blew this pop stand. Maybe
he'd take Cowboy's truck, see how fast that fucker could go out in the
desert before he crashed and burned.
Burned.
Jesus.
The pain of it curled him into a ball far too small for a guy his size. MJ,
giving himself up to that crispy bastard, then going up in a blaze of
fucking glory. For him.
It wasn't fucking right. It wasn't fucking right at all, MJ gone.
Dead.
Fucking shit.
That had never been part of the deal. Never. MJ was supposed to take Sonny
down and go on. All for one and one for MJ. That was how it worked.
This? This, Sonny couldn't even take in. Couldn't comprehend it.
No fucking way.
He pushed into the bathroom, washed his face, the cold water making him want
to gag, to scream. Sonny avoided the mirror, not wanting to see. The window
in the bathroom didn't open, so he'd have to go out the hard way. Past the
others.
Damn.
"Here's your water." Paddy put the glass on the sink. "Are you hungry?"
"No." The word came out flat. Harsh. "No. I just. I gotta go."
"Where?"
"Fuck off!" Sonny slammed his hand against the wall, feeling something
crack. "I don't give a fuck. MJ's dead!"
"No, he's not."