We are thrilled to welcome to Sinfully today, debut author Becca Burton, author of Something Like a Love Song.
Hello Becca, thank you so much for popping in for this quick Q&A. Please tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your new 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.
Why did you choose to write LGBTQ stories?
I believe that diversity in literature is incredibly important, and as a member of the LGBTQ community, this area has always drawn me in. LGBTQ stories have just as much to offer as any other genre, and I think it’s important for people to know that. I honestly can’t imagine writing any other type of story, and am excited to keep writing and exploring the genre!
What inspired you to write your first book?
Writing has been in my blood since I was little and wrote my first story with crayons on construction paper. Throughout my life I’ve always written, mostly stories that I would post online, and I’d always dreamed of writing an actual novel, but until Interlude Press approached me, I never thought it would actually happen. At least not so soon! I loved the challenge of writing a structured novel, and not just stories I post online for fun, and I hope to be able to do it again!
When and why did you begin writing?
I honestly can’t answer they “why” to this question. I started when I was young and wrote my first story about a ladybug who lived in a barn and had to save her bug friends, and I think I just kept writing from there. I’ve always loved to read, and have been an avid reader since I was also very young, and I think I was just inspired by the books I read to create my own ideas and stories! I also had a very active imagination as a child, and would spend hours and hours creating fantasy worlds and characters, and building stories around them. The drive to write never left me, and I hope it never does!
What are you current projects?
Right now I’m working on a young adult female/female story. I don’t want to give too much away, because it’s still in the beginning stages, but it has a slight fantasy element to it that I’m very excited about. I’ve always wanted to write a young adult novel, so I feel that it’s natural that this is my next project!
Off topic: What secret talents do you have?
Oooh. I can crinkle my tongue, does that count as a talent? I’m also really good at watching entire seasons of shows on Netflix in only a few days. And marathon reading books. Are those talents?
Something Like a Lovesong
Publisher ~ Interlude Press
Published ~ 19th November 2015
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Romance
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. Can their one constant—their love—survive the changes both undergo on the road to recovery?
::: REVIEW :::
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 whirrs. 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.
"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.
"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.
Meet Becca Burton
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.
Rafflecopter Prize: Grand Prize: $25.00 Interlude Press Gift Card. First Prize: 5 e-copies of 'Something Like a Love Song'