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Analog to Digital

All Ethan wants for Christmas, and the rest of his life, is Toby.

analogtoditalcoverfFor years, Ethan and Toby have said they’ll never marry, despite Ethan’s secret wishes. So leaving sunny California for snowy Minnesota to witness his sister’s vow renewal is not how he wants to spend his Christmas Eve. It’s the second time she’ll say “I do” in less than a year, when Ethan saying those words to Toby even once is hopeless.

In the run-up to the ceremony, Toby seems to avoid Ethan, and doubts grow in his absence. Ethan can’t help noticing Toby spends more time with Ethan’s family than with him. Little does Ethan know, Toby has desires of his own. But if Toby doesn’t find a way to reveal them, Ethan could leave for home without him.

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Genre: MM Romance, Contemporary, Holiday
Flavor: Sweet 🍊
Length: 13,600 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Series: Part of the Bah Humbug Advent Calendar
Release Date: December 1st as individual story. Later in the month if you bought Bah Humbug.
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Magic & Mistletoe – Annabelle Jacobs


Annabelle Jacobs

Magic & Mistletoe

Release Date: November 30, 2015
Pages or Words: 40,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance
Publisher: Annabelle Jacobs
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Christmas is Harry’s favourite time of the year, but it looks like he’ll be spending it alone. When it comes to the men he fancies, his luck is non-existent. Harry’s nerves always get the better of him—especially when he tries to talk to Andrew, the hot guy downstairs.

Everything changes when Harry meets a mysterious girl in the woods who professes to be a witch. He dismisses her claims, but when odd things start happening to him, he has to reconsider.

Andrew was attracted to Harry from the start, but their awkward encounters put him off. All goes well until Harry opens his mouth—and ruins it with his stupidity and silly comments. When Harry suddenly becomes more relaxed and they have a proper conversation, Andrew realises his first impression was wrong. As the days count down to December 25, they get swept up in the Christmas spirit and their relationship moves faster than either expected.

A little winter magic might have been the push they needed, but Harry worries that when it wears off, he’ll no longer be the man Andrew wants.

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Tangled Mind Tour Wrapping Up

I’ve hopped all over the Internet visiting blogs, met new people, and read wonderful messages and reviews about Tangled Mind. There are a few more stops I need to tell you about before I’m done though.

  • 3 Chicks After Dark gave their thoughts on Tangled Mind and rated it Bad Ass (Warm, Tall Socks With) Boots!, which thrilled me. When you read the book, you’ll get the reference. 😉
  • Velvet Panic called Tangled Mind a “long slow burn of romance beneath Timothy’s care of Beck.” I also answered a few interview questions over there, including what I’ve been reading. Hint: the 4th book in the series comes out in a few days.
  • And make sure you stop at BFD Books and Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings to read an excerpt.

There are only 2 days left to get yourself entered in the Rafflecopter drawing for a copy of Tangled Mind. What are you waiting for? 😉


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Cold Feet and Christmas Food Favourites

I want to welcome a good friend and great writer to my blog today! Welcome back, Jay Northcote.

Hi, Posy.

Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today 🙂

I’m here to introduce my Christmas novella, Cold Feet. For my post here I decided to focus on festive food.

My family’s Christmas dinner is pretty traditional for a UK Christmas meal. We have turkey for the meat eaters—but usually a turkey crown because half my family are veggies so we have a nut roast as well. That goes with roast potatoes and gravy. For veg we usually have carrots and we always have sprouts. I’m not sure if it’s the same in America, but sprouts are a bit of a national joke in the UK. The joke is that nobody likes them but we eat them at Christmas because it’s traditional–actually, I quite like them myself.

We always used to have Christmas pudding, but in recent years we’ve given up on it. Nobody likes it much, and we’re always too full to face it, so we tend to eat chocolates instead and have a good selection of cheese.

Of all food we usually have at Christmas, my absolute favourite is the cheeseboard. I love cheese, but usually try not to eat too much of it. So at Christmas, I go a little crazy and overdose on Stilton. Yum. But those cheese nightmares are intense!

What’s your favourite Christmas indulgence? I’d love to know!

In Cold Feet, Sam are snowed in alone together in a cottage in Wales and can’t get home for Christmas. There’s only a small village shop for them to buy supplies, and at first it looks as though they’ll be eating chicken nuggets and chips (fries to American readers) for their Christmas dinner.

They’re saved from that fate by Mari, an old lady who lives next door. She has plenty of traditional Christmas food, but no family to cook for—they can’t get to her because of the snow. So, my boys go to spend Christmas day with her and help prepare the food.


Best friends snowed in together. When the heat rises, will they get cold feet?

Getting snowed in at a remote cottage in Wales with someone he’d fancied for ages isn’t exactly how Sam expected to spend Christmas. His feelings for Ryan are pointless. Ryan’s straight—or so he thought.

Until now, Ryan’s kept his feelings for Sam buried. Why ruin a friendship over what might only be gay experimentation? Playing it cool seems safer, until a cold snap makes sharing body heat vital. In their Welsh safe haven, anything seems possible.

As Ryan’s reserve melts away, Sam wants more than stolen kisses under the mistletoe. But a sudden thaw means making decisions. They could face the New Year together—unless one of them gets cold feet.

JN-Banner2Jay 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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Afterwards, Sam denied he’d started it.

He’d been aiming for the tree behind Ryan, not at Ryan himself, he insisted. But whatever its intended target, Sam’s snowball hit Ryan perfectly on the back of his neck, exploding on impact and sending powdery snow down the gap between beanie and jacket.

After that, mayhem ensued. Snowballs flying as they ran and ducked, laughing and trash-talking each other. They were in a small copse with a few trees and bushes for cover, but as soon as one of them ventured out in search of a new patch of snow to make missiles with, the other would take the opportunity to release a fresh barrage of snowballs.

Finally, frustrated by Sam’s surprisingly good aim, Ryan reverted to his rugby skills and tackled Sam, knocking him full length into the snow with an “Oomph!” Of course, Ryan went down too. But by then he was too wet and cold to care.

They were on a slope, and the impact caused them to roll together, over and over until Ryan wondered if they were going to turn into a giant snowball like characters in a cartoon. But they finally came to rest, panting and laughing as the slope levelled out.

Sam ended up pinned beneath Ryan, laughing out loud. He’d lost his hat at some point in their tumble, and his hair was in his eyes. Snow crystals had caught in it, glinting in the sunlight. His smile was wide and infectious, and Ryan laughed too, dazzled for a moment. Then Sam’s gaze drifted over Ryan’s shoulder and focused on something above them.

“Is that mistletoe?” he asked.

Ryan pushed himself up and offered a hand to Sam to help him back onto his feet. Then he tilted his head back to squint at the spherical tangle of leaves in the bare branches of the tree above them. “I think so.”

Ryan met Sam’s eyes again, then realised he was still holding his hand. They each had gloves on, and Ryan wished they didn’t. He wanted to feel Sam’s skin. They stared at each other for a moment, and Sam licked his lips. They were pink, a little chapped from the cold, and Ryan’s gaze locked onto them. His heart surged, and panicky heat flooded him.

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