Lisa Worrall's Blog, page 18

RELEASE DAY: DREAMING OF YOU/HALFWAY HOUSE!

Having had the rights returned to me for Dreaming of Your (previously in the anthology Chasing the Dream) and Halfway House (my very first published story-previously in A Midsummer's Nightmare), they have been scrubbed up and re-released as a duo with a beautiful new cover.

So if you want some erotic romance with a paranormal twist for this spooky season, you get two for the price of one!

DREAMING OF YOUNoah Kinkade is an up and coming designer, one of the best newcomers in the field.  When he is hired to restore the old Seevers mansion to its former glory, he thinks all his dreams have come true.  He doesn’t know how right he is.
Sebastian Seevers has been waiting for over a hundred years for his lover, Richard. Kept apart by Richard's father, they'd planned to run away together that night, but Richard had not arrived, and pacing the walkway was where Sebastian had slipped and fallen to his death. Yet even in death, their love was so strong, Sebastian still waited for Richard's return. He had almost given up hope—until he saw Noah.
HALFWAY HOUSEA shared car ride home from college goes awry for Tyler the jock and “Supernerd” Eliot when they get lost in the dark on a country road and their vehicle stalls. Luckily, they find the Halfway House Hotel, where a series of odd events and unexpected urges seem to conspire to throw them together—and soon Tyler and Eliot decide that not having anything in common is no reason not to take a side trip of their own.
AVAILABLE NOW EXCLUSIVELY AT AMAZON

DELAY ON NEW YORK COWBOY

I apologise profusely to all of you who have been waiting for the release of New York Cowboy. Unfortunately, real life got in the way and I'm not as ahead as I thought I was.

I can PROMISE you, however, that it will be ready for release on the
30 September, on Amazon, ARe and Smashwords.

Thanks for being patient guys, I do appreciate it and I know most of you know how important this one is for me to get right.

Lisa
x

SUNDAY SMOOCH.... JENSEN ACKLES AND STEVE CARLSON

SUNDAY SMOOCH is brought to us this week by the gorgeous Texan lilt of Jensen Ackles accompanied by the equally smooth and smexy Steve Carlson!

Enjoy... I know I did!

LISA-LAND UPDATE!

Mornin' my lovelies! I just thought I'd give you a little update as to what's happening in Lisa-Land (aka my tiny twisted mind).

At the moment I am still on track for the 25 September release date of NEW YORK COWBOY. Due to the fact that I want to finish this story in memory of my friend Keith and, as previously mentioned, 20% of each sale being donated to the hospice who cared for him, MONTY has had to take a back seat this month.

That's the bad news. The GOOD news is that if I don't manage to get MONTY finished by the end of September, you will get TWO stories for October!

Speaking of October... I have had the rights to two spooky stories returned to me and I plan to vamp them up a little and release them both during the month of October. These stories are, HALFWAY HOUSE, which featured in the 2010 Dreamspinner Daily Dose Midsummer's Nightmare and DREAMING OF YOU, which was my contribution to the Silver anthology, Chasing the Dream.

Then in, the last couple of months of the year, I have a couple of Christmas stories coming out, one with Silver and one self-pub to keep you company during the silly season.

I hope this whets your appetite and as always - happy reading!

Lisa xxxx

SUNDAY SNIPPET - MONTY MEETS THE PARENTS

SUNDAY SNIPPET
This week's Sunday Snippet comes from Marshall's Park #7, Monty Meets the Parents... to set the scene, Aiden has been working late and not spending much time with Finn, and he's desperately trying not to wake him up...
Aiden turned on the shower and stripped out of his work clothes while the water heated up, then stepped inside the steam-filled cubicle. He let out a contented moan and closed his eyes as he stood under the flow of the pressure shower that had definitely been the best household purchase he had ever made. The water cascaded over him, running in rivulets down his body and easing the ache of the muscles across his shoulders. He let his head roll back on his neck, enjoying the almost painful pin-pricks on his scalp as it received the full force of the water—sheer bliss.Aiden startled when Finn's hands slid around his waist and pulled him back against his lean, yet firm, torso. He'd been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn't even heard Finn come in. Laying his head upon Finn's shoulder Aiden mumbled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.""I wasn't really sleeping.""Your eyes were closed.""Resting 'em.""And the snoring?""Clearing my throat.""The river of drool?""Okay, Sherlock, ya got me. I was sleepin'."Aiden chuckled softly. "I'm still sorry I woke you.""I'm not," Finn replied, pressing a soft kiss to Aiden's temple. "If you hadn't, I'd have missed the shower scene.""There's going to be a shower scene?" Aiden wasn't sure he could stay awake through whatever Finn had in mind. Maybe a little of his uncertainty sounded in his voice because Finn snorted out a laugh."Don't worry. This is a strictly PG-13 shower scene."Aiden relaxed, letting Finn take his weight and murmured, "That kind of shower scene I can handle."
"You just close your eyes and let me do all the work." Finn's lips were close to the shell of his ear and the images his words conjured up weren't anything to do with PG-13.
Until next week, Space Cadets ;)

NEW - CHRISTIAN KANE KICKS OF SUNDAY SMOOCH!

I decided there is nothing better on a Sunday afternoon than laying back and listening to some of your favourite songs. As a writer, music features mahoosively in my daily routine, and it changes depending on the scene I'm writing - but music is always playing in the background. Although my kids find it strange that I would sit in an empty room, in an empty house with my headphones on - but being enclosed in that delicious bubble actually helps.

My musical taste is nothing if not varied, but I do have my staple go to playlists so, kicking off the first Sunday Smooch is the man himself, Christian Kane with House Rules. Not exactly what you might consider smoochy, but when you're characters are gearing up for a fight, or some hot sex... this is perfect!



Sit back and enjoy... and I'll see you next week!

BUY NEW YORK COWBOY AND DONATE TO A GOOD CAUSE

Cancer is a barbaric disease. It doesn't care about age, creed, colour or gender. It can happen to anyone.
Statistics say that 1 in 3 of us will be touched by cancer during our lifetime. It touched me this week.

One of my closest friends lost her wonderful husband, Keith, to this bastard of a disease. He fought so hard and so valiantly, right up to the end, his determination to beat it absolutely awe inspiring, and he maintained a level of strength and dignity throughout to rival any superhero... and that's what he was, a hero.

My new release, New York Cowboy, due out on the 25 September, is dedicated to Keith and I will be donating 20% of each copy sold to Friends of Roxburghe House, in his memory, which is the hospice that cared for Keith and so many others who fought and fight every day.

Blurb:
Vance Wolf's great-great-grandfather, Benjamin, co-founded the tiny Texan town of Wolf Creek, and there has been a Wolf at Wolf Creek Ranch ever since. The ranch has always been a going concern, but now Vance's cattle are disappearing, and his finger is firmly pointed at the new owner of the neighboring property, businessman Andrew Blackwell. Not that the local Sheriff will intervene, the money he receives from Blackwell sees to that.

When his mother, Audrey, suggests they turn Wolf Creek into a 'Cowboy Camp', Vance is less than enthusiastic. But his mother is right, the law isn't on their side and they're losing cattle quicker than they can make the money to replace them. They need money-now!

Adam Prentiss has been sent to Wolf Creek on a supposed team-building' exercise by his boss. On a cattle ranch in the ass-end of nowhere Texas where it's a hundred degrees in the shade, is the last place on earth he wants to be-especially as he's there to do something more than bond with his colleagues.

He'd been instructed to gather as much information as he could about the financial state of Wolf Creek ranch, by any means necessary. Falling for the beautiful cowboy who owned the ranch hadn't been on his agenda, but one look in those deep green eyes and he was gone. But what was he more afraid of? Disobeying his boss or Vance finding out Adam was in fact a Blackwell sent to help his father appropriate Vance's land by any means necessary?

WINNERS OF NANNY FOR NATE PRINT GIVEAWAY!

Sorry for the delay in posting the winners, but real life has presented a bit of a crap week.

However, I've read out the entries to my glamorous assistant, who has giggled her way through them all, and the four lucky recipients have been chosen.  Drum roll please.........

Ilona!

Jay Northcote!

Maxine Holding!

Tuckerpuss!

Thank you all for participating! I will contact you by email individually. Woo hoo!

Lisa x

NANNY FOR NATE PRINT GIVEAWAY!

Woohoo! I got some lovely pretties in the post yesterday. Five copies of the print version of A Nanny for Nate, FOUR of which I have to give away to you lovely people (one is MINE :) ).

So, I hear you cry, what do I have to do to get one of these little gems? Easy-peasy. Leave a comment, along with your email addy, telling me the funniest thing you've ever heard a kid say - be it one of your own, or someone you know.

My glamorous assistant, Dolly, as my friend Sharon likes to call her, will draw four names out of the hat next Monday and a copy shall be yours!

I'll start you off with a little conversation I had with my son, Alex, on the first day of year 4...

Alex: I'm really excited about being in Miss Hindley's class.
Me: Why's that?
Alex: Because we get to play with giblets.
Me: Giblets? What are you going to do with giblets?
Alex: Well, we can stroke them and clean out their cage and stuff.
Me (after a brief pause): Alex, do you mean gerbils?
Alex: Isn't that what I said?
Me: Not quite.

Have fun and lets see who makes me laugh the loudest :)

CAT V DOG.... or.... PUSS V WUSS

I thought I'd seen it all until the first time I visited my friend Petronella and her NINE, yes you read right, NINE, cats. Not that there is anything wrong with my friend Petronella and her NINE cats - if she wants to be the cat lady whose house gets avoided like the plague on Halloween, far be it from me to interfere. However, the set up is not complete... are you ready...? She said, "Bring the dog, the cats are used to my dad's dog, she'll be fine!" Famous last words.

This is Winnie, she's a Corkie, which is a cocker spaniel, yorkshire terrier cross, and yes most of you have seen her on facebook, and she is usually hairier. Petra says she looks like Hairy McClairy, lol, and she's right!

Winnie is almost two and she is, without a doubt, the sweetest-natured dog I've ever had. All she wants is to play and be loved. She likes everybody and everything - especially a nice hairy pigs ear, but we won't discuss that because it makes me go all eww - from my son, whom she adores, to the postman, the neighbours, the neighbours' dog, cat, guinea pig, children - bloody everybody! She even likes my ex-husband who doesn't do dogs, but is slowly warming to her.

Unfortunately, with most over exuberant puppies - she is also a bit of an idiot and doesn't really get the whole, no means no, thing. I was once told that cocker spaniel's brains kick in around eighteen months. I'm still waiting.

To say that she found the cats interesting when she arrived is an understatement. You could see her little mind working over time. Woo hoo! Someone to play with. Someone to run and chase and frolic through fields of gold with - I'm going to like it here! However, within about ten minutes, all cats bar two decided to peg it and visit the neighbouring homes that offer them sustenance, until the mangy mutt had gone. Like I said... all bar two.

This is Casey (or Rug as she is more popularly known because that's exactly what she looks like). Rug just wants to cuddle. She's really old, no one is exactly sure how old, because most of Petra's cats are rescue cats - and all she wants to do is sleep, occasionally turn around, and be petted like the gentile old lady that she is. The only thing is, she doesn't want to be cuddled by Winnie.

She does, however, like eating Winnie's dinner. So you can imagine the hilarity that ensued when Winnie stood four feet away from her own food barking and whining and running into the living room where I was and back again, because a large ball of fur was pinching her food. Don't worry, she eventually got some, it was just the utter condescension on Rug's face as she stopped eating long enough to laugh in Winnie's face before continuing to eat. And the total confusion on Winnie's as she wondered what the bloody hell she was supposed to do!

I thought THAT was funny - but wait - my story is not over....

This is Charlie. He has three legs and the certain surety that he is in fact, ruler of all things and we must all bow to his every need - which included the dog.

Winnie, oddly enough, did not get the memo.

Charlie doesn't play, he sits. He doesn't run, he sits. He doesn't cuddle, he sits. He sure as hell does not want to listen to a lower being woofing in his face, wagging its ridiculous tail and promising him it'll be fun - honest! He also sleeps on the bed, from where he stares at small dogs in doorways and suggests politely that if they want to sleep on the bed too, they may be having the proverbial laugh. He also quite likes Pedigree Chum as it turns out - although this time Winnie thought she'd be all brave and stand up for herself - for about 2.3 seconds. What happened in those 2.3 seconds was a polite, "Would you mind, old chap? That's mine." Which was followed by a, "Piss off," and a slap to the nostrils. Leaving poor Win with no other choice but to retreat to a safe distance and hope to God he left her some!

And this is what it looked like last night. Charlie had decided to settled on the sofa beside me. Winnie desperately wanted to get on the end of said sofa. This is how she spent almost an hour, until she was brave enough to chance her arm. You could tell that Charlie was inwardly laughing, I swear he even had a huge grin on his face while she was doing the dance of the coward, and she'd obviously entertained him so much he thought he'd cut her a break and they sat together, side by side for the rest of the evening. I laughed so hard my ribs are still hurting!

I know I should be more pleasant to my poor pooch, and defend her honour or some shit like that - but I'm telling you, if you'd seen the display, you'd have sat back and laughed your arse off, too!

Cats: 3  Dog: 0