Blog Tour Update, Kindle Fire Giveaway, Shivering Cold #pridepromotions #mmromance

Hey everyone! *sips coffee* just a quick post today- as it's Saturday- to remind you that Havan and I are taking our Christmas book- Heart on the Run- on Tour with Pride Promotions. I know. It's still November. But I sit here shivering in my kitchen with news that Chicago is expecting 8 inches of snow, guys! Snow! It feels seasonal enough. J Besides, we're doing a great giveaway on this, a Kindle Fire. So far we've had a blast visiting blogs.

To recap, on last Tuesday we went to Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words where Sprocket tried to share Chaz’s goodies and MM Good Book Reviews Where they wanted to know about our ideal writing caves.

Then on Thursday, we visited our fellow Pulp Friction writer,
Parker Williams to show off our new book before hopping a bus to Parkerburg for the day with the Bayou Book Junkies readers. They surprised us there- in a good way- with a 4.5 star review J

Today we're adding stops at Cheekypee Reads and Reviews, Inked Rainbow Reads Click on over and see what's happening!.

Next week we'll be doing five more stops. Hope to see you there!

24-Nov: Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings,
26-Nov: Unquietly Me, Love Bytes
28-Nov: Wake Up Your Wild Side, Happily Ever Chapter


Crawl in Bed with Becca Burton and Something Like a Love Song #mmromance #pridepromotions #authorinterview

Crawling Into Bed With Becca Burton.
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Actually, they’re neither. My sheets are warm, soft, flannel goodness. It’s chilly where I live in Oregon, and I need all the warmth I can get!

What are you wearing?
Oh my, this relationship is progressing quite quickly. I’m wearing my super sexy oversized pajama pants with cat print all over them, and a warm, fluffy sweater.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Popcorn. Definitely popcorn. Fresh off the stove with just a little salt and butter. Divine. (Also maybe a glass of wine to top it all off).

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
I would be very impressed, because I don’t have a nightstand drawer! My nightstand is a table, and on it you’ll find a stack of to-be-read books, an eye mask, some pony tail holders, and a glass of water for my kitty (she likes a midnight drink also!)

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I usually start out rolled up like a burrito, and wake up with my covers mysteriously all over my bed and the floor.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Hell no. Chances are my feet are colder than yours anyways! (I will offer you some fluffy socks instead though).

What are we reading? 

We are reading Something Like a Love Song, my debut novel about Dylan and Landon, two long time boyfriends who are victims of a hate crime, and have to find the strength and courage to carry on and rebuild their lives

Landon’s brain is still swelling, the doctor tells them later, when the crying has calmed and the sun has lowered in the sky. They're giving him medication to draw the extra fluid off of his brain. A piece of his skull is still missing, embedded in his abdomen for safekeeping. His blood pressure has been mostly stabilized with more medication, and they're keeping him sedated so he can rest. He won't feel any pain.
Is that supposed to make them feel better, knowing that Landon isn't in any pain? Dylan concentrates on Landon while the doctor is talking. He sees the man he's supposed to marry, the man who was so vibrant, so energetic that Dylan used to insist there was more coffee than blood in his veins. He watches the rhythm of Landon's chest as it rises and falls with each whirr of the ventilator and the way he lies so unnaturally still, showing not even the slightest change in expression or the smallest twitch of his fingers when Dylan takes his hand. It's so wrong, the opposite of everything that Landon is, and there's nothing the doctor can say to make this better.
Someone asks questions. Helen, Dylan thinks. How long until they can expect changes? How long until they know what his prognosis is? What are his chances?
Dylan focuses on the hand in his, the freckled skin still showing the remnants of a tan from the summer sun. He's always prided himself in being logical, on knowing numbers and statistics and organizing everything into neat categories, but he can't bring himself to do that now. He doesn't want to know what chance Landon has of surviving, because then he'll know what chance he doesn't have. There's no way to calculate or figure his way out of this situation, to try to force things to make sense. He has no control, and it scares him.
He pretends to listen while the doctor rattles off terms he doesn't understand, answers questions he's too afraid to ask and gives reassurances he doesn't want to hear. He likes facts and truths and automatically distrusts anyone duplicitous, anyone who misleads and sugarcoats and manipulates. So he mentally lists the things he knows, marking each truth with a line in the starched white hospital blanket.
Landon is in the hospital.
Landon's brain is swelling.
Landon's skull is in his abdomen.
Landon's blood pressure isn't regulating itself as it should.
Landon can't even breathe on his own.
Landon might die.
The doctors have no real answers.

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Book Blast: What Happens at Christmas #pridepromotions #mmromance #newrelease

Welcome  Jay Northcote & 

 What Happens At Christmas

Release Date: November 19, 2015
When two friends pose as boyfriends, could what happens at Christmas turn into something more?
Justin is recently and unhappily single. Christmas is coming, and he doesn’t want to face his ex alone at their office party. So Sean—Justin’s best mate and long-time secret crush—volunteers to go with him and pretend to be his new flame.

Sean has always lusted after Justin from afar, but there’s never been a good opportunity to ask him for more than friendship. Posing as Justin’s boyfriend isn’t a chore, and if Justin wants to rebound onto him, Sean’s more than willing. At the party pretence and reality blur, and a kiss on the dance floor leads to a night of passion.

In the aftermath, they both assume it was a one-time thing until fate intervenes. Stuck together in London over the holidays, they give in to temptation again. But what happens at Christmas stays at Christmas... right?

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Justin’s phone chimed with a text, interrupting Sean’s train of thought.
Justin picked up his phone to read the message. “Ugh.” He put the phone back down without typing a reply and ran his hands through his hair.
“What’s up?”
Justin sighed. “It’s our work Christmas party next weekend. I’ve already got a ticket, and nearly everyone in the office goes, but it’s for partners as well. One of my co-workers, Jess, is bugging me to come, but I can’t face it. I bet Andy’s going to bring his new boyfriend. I know he’s a shit and I shouldn’t let him get to me, but the thought of him parading around with my replacement, and me being there on my own, isn’t very appealing.”
“Is it too late to find someone to take?”
“No, they don’t need final numbers till Monday.”
“Well, then. Take someone else and flirt like crazy in front of him. Show him you can do better and that you’ve already moved on.”
“But I’m not ready to date. It’s only been two weeks, and I’m still at the feeling-sorry-for-myself stage.”
“I’ll go with you,” Sean offered. “I could be your date. We could pretend we’ve got together and are a couple now.”
“Yeah?” Justin looked thoughtful. “Are you sure?”
Duh. It would hardly be much of a sacrifice to flirt with Justin all night. It would actually be a relief not to have to hide the way he felt for a change.
“Sure,” Sean replied. “I think I can manage to fake that I’m arse-over-tit infatuated with you. As long as it’s only for a few hours.”
“Gee, thanks.” Justin rolled his eyes. “You really know how to make an already-wounded ego feel better. But if you’re up for it, we should totally do it. Andy was always jealous of you before you went away. He saw you as competition because we lived together and were so close. I’d love to see his face when I walk in with you on my arm. I think he’ll hate it even if he’s moved on.”
“Okay.” Sean rubbed his hands together, excited at the prospect of getting to piss off Andy. “Let’s do it! Text your friend Jess back and tell her you’re in—with a hot date.”

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Meet the author:
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.

She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

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Publisher: Jaybird Press
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh

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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955