Blog Tour: Something Like a Love Song, by Becca Burton (Excerpt, Interview, and Giveaway!)

Last month, I had the pleasure of reading one of the most gorgeous, heart-wrenching romance stories of the year. That novel was Something Like a Love Song, and today I’m so thrilled to be hosting the blog tour for this amazing book. (You can read my review here.)

I’m also excited to be joined by Becca Burton today, and she’s answered a few questions! So keep reading to find an excerpt from the novel, my interview with Becca, and a giveaway for a $25 Interlude Press gift certificate, or one of 5 e-book copies of Something Like a Love Song!

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Something Like a Love Song, by Becca Burton
Release Date:
November 19, 2015
Publisher: Interlude Press

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Blurb:

One tragic night left Landon and Dylan’s dreams of happily ever after in apparent ruin. Forced to overcome physical and emotional trauma, the young lovers turn to a network of family and friends as they attempt to rebuild their lives. But can their one constant—their love—survive the changes both undergo on the road to recovery?

Genre: Gay (M/M) Romance
Page Count: 308 pages

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Excerpt:

Landon’s bed is in the center of the room, and Dylan’s heart begins to pound in his chest as he takes a step forward, hesitates. Landon looks so small, tucked into the middle of the bed, and everything about the scene is unnatural and wrong. His head is wrapped with thick bandages, for which Dylan is grateful—he isn’t sure he could handle that. Just the thought of what’s happening to Landon, to his fiancé, is enough to make his throat constrict, his chest tighten.

A ventilator tube parts Landon’s lips, and his chest rises and falls in equal, rhythmic whirs. IVs line his arms; the wires snake from under his hospital gown. His freckles stand out starkly against the unnatural pale hue of his skin, except where the deep purple of a bruise creeps from under the bandages and swells down to his left cheekbone. It seems impossible that only hours ago they were laughing in the park, holding hands and eating ice cream from the small corner stand; it’s like some distant memory, a fading dream. But the ache deep in Dylan’s chest, the way his stomach is knotting itself, the too-clean smell of the hospital burning his nose, Landon’s face, battered and bruised—Dylan can’t look away—all this is too real to be a dream, no matter how badly Dylan wants to just wake up, wants all this to go away and everything to be okay.

“You can touch him, if you want,” Brittany says, her voice soft. “We need to make sure to reduce extra stimulation, to allow his brain time to recover, but it’s okay to hold his hand.”

Dylan looks up at her. Her smile is kind and understanding. Then he turns back to Landon and takes a small step forward. Landon’s hand is right there, resting above the covers, and Dylan doesn’t know why he’s so nervous; he’s held Landon’s hand more times than he could begin to count. But, surrounded by machines and tubes, Landon has never looked so utterly fragile, as if he could shatter at the lightest touch.

“It’s okay,” Brittany says from behind him, and Dylan squeezes his eyes shut, tears pricking behind his eyelids. “You won’t hurt him.”

Landon’s skin is cold; his hand is unnaturally still. Even in sleep Landon’s hand would always find Dylan’s, their fingers would curl together like a reflex.

Not now.

“I’m so sorry,” Dylan whispers, holding on a little tighter. “I’m so…”

His voice catches, the words bottling up in his throat, unable to escape. Landon’s chest rises, falls, in, out.

In, out.

“You’re so hurt, and it’s my fault,” Dylan manages, his voice barely audible above the machines keeping Landon alive. “It’s all my fault and I’m…” He exhales slowly. “I’m so sorry.”

He swipes his thumb across Landon’s knuckles, over the dips and grooves, and vaguely notes that Brittany has left them alone. He sinks down into the small chair beside the bed, not letting go of Landon’s hand.

“You need to fight, okay? I need you here, with me, and I can’t…” There’s nothing left inside him except an empty, hollow feeling and the knowledge that Landon can’t hear him. Landon’s engagement ring is in a dish on a table beside the bed, along with his watch, and Dylan fishes them out and tucks them into his pocket.

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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Becca Burton, author of Something Like a Love Song.

Hi Becca, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Thank you for having me. Something Like a Love Song is my first novel, a story about two long time boyfriends who find themselves facing a life changing tragedy and have to find the courage and love for each other to fight through.

While this is my first novel, I have posted many stories online, and have been writing ever since I learned how. I currently work as a nurse in a Neonatal ICU, and medicine has been a big interest in my life, and always seems to find a way into my writing. I am passionate about diverse, LGBTQ fiction, and am very excited to contribute to this genre.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than any others? Love? Action? Romance? Tragedy?

I struggle the most with writing action scenes. It’s so easy to get caught up in what’s happening and write in a quick, stream of thought manner, when I need to slow down and figure out how I want the scene to play out, or what are the most important parts of the scene to emphasize. Sad scenes can also be difficult to write, because everyone deals with tragedy in different ways, and it’s something I want to take the time to write well.

What do you think makes a good story?

Complex, interesting characters. There doesn’t even need to be an elaborate plot, as long as the characters draw me in. They don’t have to be good or bad characters, as long as they have depth, dynamic personalities, and experience character growth through the story. For me, the characters can make or break the story, no matter how interesting the plot is.

Do you hear from readers much? What do they say?

When I wrote the original version of Something Like a Love Song that I posted online, I was fortunate to have many amazing readers who would send me the kindest messages. I received some amazing messages from readers who identified with what the characters were going through, and it definitely meant a lot from me to hear that my story had touched others, even in a small way.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

Something Like a Love Song is my first published novel, so therefore I’d have to say it’s my favorite so far! I have written many stories that I’ve posted online – some from back when I was in middle school and high school that I’d deny I ever wrote, and some more recent ones that I’m pretty proud of. I hope to write more books in the future and maybe I’ll have a different answer for this question soon!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

When I’m not writing and not at work, I enjoy a good veg session of Netflix marathons or reading through my stacks of books that seem to keep growing. I love to go hiking and go for long walks, and I’ll never say no to a good yoga session or coffee shop/book store outing.

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About the Author:

Becca Burton penned her first Nancy Drew fan fiction at the age of nine and has been an avid writer ever since. Currently working as a Neonatal Intensive Care nurse, Becca is a recent Oregon transplant from the Midwest. Becca has a weakness for coffee, the smell of old books, rainy days and her cat, Luna. Something Like a Love Song is her first novel.

Where to Find the Author: Facebook / Twitter: @missbeccaburton / Goodreads

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Giveaway! Click on the image below for your chance to win a $25 gift certificate to the Interlude Press bookstore, or one of five e-copies of Becca’s novel Something Like a Love Song!

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