A little bundle of joy means big changes.
Hoss McMasters has a working ranch, a bull riding career, a nosy momma, and a best friend he’s been in love with since he can remember. He’s a busy, happy cowboy, living the good life.
Then one morning he discovers a baby on his doorstep.
Well, Hoss does what any reasonable man would do—he calls his momma and his buddy, Sheriff Pooter, and they head to the clinic to see if Doc knows of any suddenly not-so-pregnant girls.
In the meantime, Hoss and his best friend, Bradley, have their hands full trying to care for an infant, run a ranch, and deal with the sudden confession that Bradley doesn’t hate Hoss for coming out to him in high school. In fact, Bradley’s been trying to catch Hoss’s attention for damn near a decade.
Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things cowboy.
So, I always get asked if my characters are like me, like my family, and I always say no.
Still, bits of my family always sneak in.
For instance, Hoss from Two Cowboys and a Baby? Loves strawberry pie with a fiery passion. Adores it.
My daddy? Loves strawberry pie. I make him one every single time I see him. It’s his favorite dessert and we all know, that last piece, belongs to Daddy. No question.
So, I’ll do y’all a favor. I’ll share my recipe. It’s tried and tried and tried and tried and true. 😉
Daddy’s Strawberry Pie
1 crust, baked off. Your choice of recipe.
3 pints strawberries
1 c. sugar
3 T. cornstarch
½ c. water
Clean and top your berries, then smash enough to make 1 cup. Put those, plus sugar, water and cornstarch in a nice sized pan and cook til it boils and goes thick. Don’t stop stirring. Take off the heat and cool.
Tump the rest of the strawberries in the pie shell (whole is prettier, sliced is better to eat). Pour cooked berries over top and refrigerate for at least 3 hours.
Top with whipped cream/cool whip/whathaveyou.
Much love, y’all.
First, let me just say that, I am a sucker for hot guys with kids. For those of you who read my reviews, this is not a secret. I don’t care how terrible the story is, I’ll like it because, hot guys with kids are kind of my thing. Now, in saying that… this story was really cute.
It was a bit unbelievable and left some holes that I would’ve liked filled, like… who was the mother and wouldshe ever come back? I mean she hadn’t, but I’d have liked to have seen some protection in the way so that she couldn’t come back and take the baby, if she wanted to.
The whole thing with the brother, was so unbelievable… just like Bradley said, it was something from a bad soap opera, I wouldn’t have bought it either if I was him….And the brother, him just being okay with his brother raising his kid as his own? Seriously? No muss or fuss about it…. Not even a “thanks bro!”
There were also words like “whut”, “ruint” and “spoilt” that I was just like….no, no, no… In no way am I a grammar police and I understand that these guys were cowboys and they had kind of a lazy, southern draw, but, “whut”… just made them sound uneducated and they both seemed like smart guys, so why?
Other than that, I loved the family aspect of this story. Hoss’s mom was a big help and I love the small town community, living where everybody knows everybody and has since preschool kind of thing. I live in a town like that. It’s homey.
I’m also glad that Bradley and Hoss figured their stuff out together…. It kinda just came out of nowhere, randomly while they were arguing and I wasn’t ready for it, even though I was ready for it because the back and forth was exhausting… but, there was no lead-up lol, it was just blurted out there and then nobody really reacted about it… it just was what it was. So, I was glad it wasn’t more of a back and forth than it already was.
Overall, it was a cute little read, a bit unrealistic, like I said, but it was cute and I enjoyed the HFN ending.
3 pieces of eye candy for me.
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. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com