New Release: Forever Dusk by Lisa Worrall

Forever Dusk by Lisa Worrall

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There is nothing as strong as the bond between a sire and his vampire.
But what do you do when you find out your partner’s sire is also your own?
Jonah had been a vampire for over a hundred years when he met Sebastian, the owner of the vampire-themed nightclub in downtown LA. Twenty years later and Jonah and Sebastian are stronger than ever.
But when another’s jealousy brings their sire to the club, will their relationship be able to withstand the strength of their bond with Vincenzo, and their bond with each other?

Sue Brown’s Review:

I’m not a fan of vampires but I am a huge fan of Lisa Worrall, and I was more than willing to read another one of her stories.  If you like beautiful and descriptive prose with hot vampires then this is most definitely the book for you.
I loved the relationships between the men. They so are hot and sensual together, and as usual, Lisa writes wicked love scenes.
This is double the length it was before, although I think this book could be a gorgeous full-blown novel, but that is just a niggle.


Newley, West Virginia – 1860
Jonah was trying to coax his thick hair into some semblance of order when his brother Oscar burst into his bedroom. He damn near jumped clear out of his skin as the door bounced off the wall with the force of Oscar’s excitement.
“C’mon, Mona. We gotta go. Pa said if you don’t stop primpin’ we’re gonna leave without ya.”
“Don’t call me Mona,” Jonah grumbled at the use of the nickname his brothers had saddled him with as soon as he could walk. “You know I don’t like it.”
“Of course I do,” Oscar scoffed. “That’s the point, little brother.”
“Gee,” Jonah said sarcastically and pulled his cap on, tucking a few wayward curls underneath it. “How lucky am I? To have a brother of your caliber to look up to.”
“Considering there are three of us, I’d say you’re the luckiest sumbitch in town.” Oscar’s retort was quick and snappy, in line with his acerbic wit. “Now get your ass movin’, boy.”
Jonah tossed the comb at him and stormed past him. “And don’t call me boy, neither.”
Oscar chased him along the hall and Jonah narrowly missed knocking his little sister off her feet, only skirting around her at the last second, Oscar hot on his heels. He made it out of the front door and off the porch before Oscar barreled into him and sent him sprawling on the lawn.
“Get off my grass you ingrates!”
“Nice, Pa,” Oscar pushed Jonah off him and sat up, a grin curving his lips. “Is that any way to talk about the fruit of your loins?”
“You leave my loins out of this,” Angus Roberts snapped back. “And if you’re the fruit boy, from where I’m standing you must have been pretty low hanging.”
Jonah shot Oscar a knowing look and tried not to smile at the warning tone in his mother’s voice as she admonished his father. They’d all been on the receiving end of that sharp tongue at one time or another.
“They started it, Maude,” Angus complained.
“Angus Roberts, I swear I’ll never know why I bothered to have all these children when I’ve got my hands full trying to raise you.” Maude ushered Jonah’s seven-year-old twin sisters down the porch steps and called out for his two older brothers. “Cooper! Raymond! Don’t make me start counting!”
“Why’s Ray takin’ so long, Mama?” Felicity, older than her twin, Charlotte, by two minutes, asked innocently.
“Well, Short Stop,” Jonah said before his Mama could respond. He scrambled to his feet and scooped her up into his arms. “I think it might have something to do with Mary-Anne Watkins.”
Felicity locked her fingers behind his neck and grinned at him. “Is Ray fixin’ to kiss her at the fair?”
“No I am not,” Raymond said haughtily as Cooper shoved past him. Raymond closed the front door behind them and glared at Jonah. “Don’t be fillin’ her head with nonsense, Mona,” he said as he strode down the path. “Now c’mon. We’re gonna be late.”
“We’ve been waiting on you for the last half hour. Why the God awful rush now?” Angus asked, holding out his arm to his wife.
“He promised Mary-Anne Watkins he’d meet her at the lemonade stand.” Oscar side-stepped Raymond’s swatting hand and hefted Charlotte onto his shoulders. He took off at a trot making horse noises for the little girl’s benefit and his parents smiled fondly after him.
“Can we do that, Jo-Jo? Can we, can we?” Felicity begged.
Jonah quickly obliged and, after making sure Felicity held on tightly, he headed after Oscar and Charlotte, leaving the others to follow behind at a more sedate pace. The girls laughed as he and Oscar carried them along on their backs. Their joy was Jonah’s favorite sound in the whole world.
The girls had been a surprise addition to the family. He’d been fourteen when they were born and, up until then, the youngest. His mama thought she’d reached the end of her time as far as babies were concerned, but when she started craving pickles dipped in mustard, it was obvious they needed to get the well-used crib down from the attic.
Jonah had fallen in love the moment he laid eyes on them; half an hour old and wailing up a storm, but he didn’t care. They’d taken a bit of getting used to but by the time they could crawl they had all four of their big brothers wrapped firmly around their tiny little fingers.
When they rounded the corner at the end of Main Street Jonah heard Felicity’s gasp in his ear and he grinned at the sound, her excitement infectious. Stalls and tents of all sizes dotted the usually somber green, strung with lights and laden with all manner of pies, cakes and jellies. Pens holding tiny lambs and mooing calves were surrounded by cooing children jostling each other to stroke soft noses. In a larger pen, three ponies were being led up and down with brightly colored ribbons plaited into their manes and a giggling child on each back.
Felicity wriggled to be let down and Jonah squatted so her feet touched the ground. She bounced up and down beside him and he heaved a sigh of relief as their parents walked toward them, with Cooper hot on their heels. His father smiled at his mother and dropped a kiss on her cheek. The love that still burned between them after all this time warmed Jonah’s soul. If, one day, he found even half of the happiness they’d shared, he knew he’d still be the happiest man on earth.
“Mama, Mama!” Charlotte practically vibrated with excitement her brown eyes alight as she tugged at their mother’s skirt. “They’ve got pony rides, Mama!”
“I see that, flapjack,” Maude replied, stroking Charlotte’s hair from her eyes.
“Can we, Mama? Can we?” Both girls spoke in perfect unison.
Their father laughed heartily and kissed his wife again as he pressed some money into her hand. “Well, darlin’, looks like your dance card is filled.” He nodded at Jonah and his brothers. “C’mon, boys. I think it’s about time we make a man out of your brother.” Cooper and Oscar threw their arms around Jonah’s neck and let out a few ribald comments. Comments that stilled immediately their mother cast her steely gaze at them. A gaze she then turned on their father.
“Only one, Angus Roberts. You hear?”
“Of course, Maude.” Jonah had to bite the inside of his cheek at the mock-affronted look on his father’s face. “As if I’d let him get pie-eyed on his first trip out. It cuts me deep that you would think that.”
“I don’t think, Angus Roberts, I know,” Maude replied with a raised eyebrow. “And if the four of you aren’t upright by the time we’re fixing to leave, I’ll have Sheriff Dobbs throw you in the drunk tank with old Cleetus. And don’t think I won’t.”
“Oh I don’t think, darlin’.” Jonah choked back a laugh as his father turned his mother’s words against her. “I know.”
Their father walked toward the beer tent and his brothers ushered Jonah after him. The grass crunched under foot and the laughter of children filled his ears as they followed their father. He knew in that moment he would remember this night for the rest of his life. The scents, the sounds, his brothers’ cheesy grins and the fond look his father gave him over his shoulder as he walked ahead. All of it; he would remember all of it—forever.
Inside the tent the air was thick with smoke. The heaviness of it stole Jonah’s breath and he raised his fist to his mouth to cover his sudden coughing fit. His brothers laughed as he looked from one to the other, his eyes watering.
“Don’t worry, Mona,” Cooper said good-naturedly. “Oscar’s first time in here he puked in the spittoon!”
“Shut up!” Oscar nudged Jonah towards the makeshift bar where their father was talking to Mr. McReady who lived in the big house on the corner of their street. Oscar indicated the array of jugs and bottles on the tables. “It’s time for drinkin’, not talkin’. What’re ya gonna try first, Jo? Bourbon? Whisky? Gin?”
“Don’t push him, boys,” Angus said, tipping a wink at Jonah. “Let him find his feet.”
Oscar and Cooper administered encouraging slaps to his back then headed across the tent to the beer barrels where some friends were waiting on them. Left to his own devices as his father engaged in a detailed conversation with Mr. McReady about the impending Mexican war, Jonah had no idea what to do next. Although he’d managed to catch his breath, the cloying thickness of smoke seemed to hang above them and it scratched at the back of his throat. If he was honest, right now he could do with a soda.
“It is, how you say, your first time?”
The voice was heavily accented and had an almost musical lilt that lifted the hairs on the back of Jonah’s neck. He shifted his feet and turned to look at the man beside him. If it wasn’t such a ridiculously romantic notion, Jonah would have sworn his heart actually skipped a beat when he looked into deep brown eyes surrounded by black lashes. He swallowed hard as the man’s gaze held his, pinning him as steadfastly as if he were one of the bugs Raymond collected in glass frames.
“Excuse me?” Jonah managed to mumble.
The man smiled; a soft and apologetic smile then held out his hand. “Forgive my manners. Let me introduce myself. I am Vincenzo Moretti, here on business from Sicily.”
Jonah stared at Vincenzo’s hand, unable to drag his gaze from the man’s long pale fingers and an image of those fingers curled around his cock blasted every thought from his mind. Vincenzo cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence between them, forcing Jonah to meet his gaze. Something dark and knowing flashed in Vincenzo’s eyes as if he knew exactly what Jonah had been thinking, then it was gone.

Christmas Cheer: Finding Myles by Lisa Worrall

Today’s Christmas Cheer is Finding Myles by Lisa Worrall. Leave a comment here to enter the draw to win an ebook copy. The draw will be picked on 15th December at 9am, GMT.

Finding Myles by Lisa Worrall

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Blurb: A horrifying accident on their way to their wedding sends Ed and Myles’s life into a tailspin. Then Myles disappears, leaving Ed with instructions to move on and find someone else. But Ed has other ideas about what’s best for him and begins an arduous search to find his love.

Two days before Christmas, he finally has a concrete lead and his search is over. But can Ed convince Myles that the best thing for both of them is to be together?



The hospital parking lot was chaos, but Ed managed to squeeze his car into a tiny space. He also resisted the urge to give the finger to the guy in the Mercedes currently making assertions about Ed’s parentage. Ed turned off the engine and opened the door. Maybe if the guy had had a few less cheeseburgers for lunch, he would’ve been able to take advantage of the space, too. Although being skinny had been the bane of Ed’s life since he hit puberty, sometimes it wasn’t a bad thing. Not needing a lot of room to get out of the car in a confined space being a case in point. He effortlessly slid out of the vehicle and then pressed the button on the key-fob to activate the auto-locking.
Ed checked his watch as he strode toward the main building, and smiled. He’d made surprisingly good time considering the traffic, which was good, because Myles hated it when he was late. But punctuality had been a trait Myles possessed before the accident. It wasn’t one of the less endearing peccadilloes he’d developed in the three months since they’d been broad-sided by a drunk driver—on their wedding day.
His feet knew the route. They should, he’d been making it twice a day, every day since he’d been released from the hospital’s care a few days after the accident. He paused at the bank of elevators and pressed the call button, shifting his weight restlessly from one foot to the other while he waited. When the doors opened, he stepped inside and punched the number for the floor where Myles’s private room was located. His parents came from ‘old’ New York money and were more than happy to make sure everyone knew it. The doors closed slowly and a disembodied voice indicated they were going up. Ed sighed at the information, as he usually did, and leaned against the handrail running around the faux granite walls. He knew the voice was to assist people with special needs, but the monotone grated on his nerves. Whatever they were paying the speaker, it clearly wasn’t enough.
Ed hoped Myles’s spirits were as good today as when he’d visited yesterday. His mood swings had been of catastrophic proportions since the accident. The doctors had warned them that this may happen, but Ed had to admit seeing Myles behave so out of character had been difficult, to say the least. Myles was a gentle soul. It had been one of the things that had attracted Ed in the first place. Well, that and the shaggy mop of blond hair, mischievous blue eyes, and wide smile. Ed’s gut tightened. He only wished he could convince Myles that even now, when Ed looked at him, nothing had changed. His mind unwillingly led him to the accident. What he could remember anyway.
The day had started exactly how the best day of their lives should start, feeling as though they were floating along in a huge bubble of excitement. Ed, perpetual pessimist, had been waiting for something to go wrong—but Myles had talked him down off the ledge every time. He’d refused to allow anything, even Ed’s paranoia, to mar their day. Every time Ed had opened his mouth to voice a concern, Myles had simply stolen the words with a kiss and Ed’s racing heart had quieted once more.
Ed had wanted separate cars to begin with, but Myles had insisted they travel together to the hotel where the wedding was being held. He’d said he didn’t want there to be more than a breath between them that day. If they were starting out on life’s biggest journey together, then they should be exactly that—together. Ed had acquiesced rather quickly. How could he not after that declaration? In fact, if he recalled correctly, he’d jumped on Myles like a man possessed and proved you could actually suck a man’s brains out through his dick and leave him a confused, gibbering wreck.
The town car had only been a couple of streets from the wedding venue when they were hit. Their driver took the brunt of the impact and was killed instantly when the car flipped over a couple of times and landed on its side. Ed couldn’t remember much of what happened, but apparently Myles had thrown himself on top of Ed and protected him as much as he could. The fire department had gotten Ed out pretty fast, but when they’d gone back for Myles, the engine was on fire. The one thing that had been imprinted on Ed’s brain that day was the sight of Myles’s arm and hair alight, and the sound of his screams when the firefighter extinguished the flames.
“Is this your floor, man?”
Ed was jolted from his reverie by a gruff voice and he looked up at the scruffy teen holding the door open. “I’m sorry?” He had been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the young man get on.
“Is this your floor?”
“Yes,” Ed said, quickly gathering his wits and stepping off the elevator. “Thanks. Must’ve been miles away.”
“I get that,” the teen replied soberly and gave Ed a nod when the elevator doors slid closed.
Ed hummed to himself as he strode down the hall, his sneakers squeaking on the highly buffed hospital floor. He waved at the nurse behind the desk and she smiled in return. Not that he recognized her, but they’d changed so often over the last three months it was a wonder he’d not gotten whiplash. His stomach fluttered a little as he neared Myles’s room. He shook his head slowly. Was it stupid that, even after all this time, the thought of seeing Myles gave him butterflies? Ed pushed open the door, his greeting already half way out of his mouth.
“Hey, ba—” The words stilled on his tongue.
The room was empty. The bed had been stripped.
Myles was gone.




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Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single village shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

Oliver Bradford has had enough of the hustle and bustle of the A&E department in a big city hospital. Not to mention the tension caused by the break-up of his three year relationship with one of the hospital’s top surgeons. When his sister urges him to apply for the position of GP in the quiet village of Little Mowbury, he wonders if this might be just the fresh start he needs. Unfortunately, hitting the post-mistresses’ dog with his car isn’t the best introduction to his patients.

A solitary soul, Deano Wells grew up in Little Mowbury and has been having lunch at the Thatcher’s Arms on a Thursday for the last thirty-five years. First with his father, who brought him to the pub at the tender age of ten after a hard morning in the fields, and then by himself after his father passed on. He runs the farm with a practised hand and minds his business mostly, but that doesn’t stop Oliver from being drawn to the big, quiet man and he knows the feeling is mutual, so why does Deano keep pushing him away?

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Lisa Worrall: New Teaser

This week’s teaser is from the very lovely Lisa Worrall for her new book, What’s The Worst That could Happen.

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“Something along the lines of a long, romantic Valentine’s weekend, just the two of us… a cabin in the mountains… an open fire… you and me… naked… watching the flames flicker while wrapped in each other’s arms… drinking champagne from crystal glasses—”

“You hate champagne.”

“Okay, hot chocolate from cracked mugs,” he grinned. “But with the little marshmallows, just the way you like it.” He sing-songed the last bit.

I nibbled at my lower lip. Time away together sounded perfect, but the idea of being stuck in the ass-end of nowhere listening to each other breathe for four days, is mind-numbingly boring. I’m a city boy. I need bars, restaurants and people. But I need him, too and he loves all that outdoorsy shit. Hell, his entire family loves it. Their idea of heaven is putting up a tent and making a campfire out of two twigs and a piece of string. My family’s idea of a vacation is much more civilized, involving a beach in the Mediterranean with a book in one hand and a Mai Tai in the other.

Review: Follow my Lead


Title: Follow My Lead

Author: Lisa Worrall

Publisher: White Stiletto Press

Release Date: Jan. 13, 2015

Length:  75 pgs

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Hell hath no fury like a boyfriend scorned as sitcom star and comedian, CJ Edwards, finds out when his ex releases a sex tape he hadn’t even known was being filmed. Not to mention the headlines on every newstand accusing CJ of being an abusive alcoholic. His career in tatters, CJ’s agent manages to get CJ a spot on the Christmas special of Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes. Seeing it as a chance to possibly redeem himself, CJ accepts.

Lucien Moreau has been a dance professional on Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes for three years, and he loves it. Until the powers that be decide, in view of new marriage equality laws, the show’s Christmas special will include a gay couple. Finding out he is being partnered with CJ Edwards hits him like a fist to the gut. Six months ago his brother and sister-in-law were killed in an accident when their car was hit by a drunk driver. How the hell is he supposed to teach a man, not unlike the one who destroyed his family, to dance? 



I really LOVED this story. I will assume I know where the author received their inspiration from for this story. I would have to agree, I wish it were more like this book.

It sometimes takes forever to build a career, it only takes one word or one sex tape to ruin it. Poor CJ, I actually felt sorry for him. He finally catches a break after being falsely accused of being an abusive drunk, he never hit anyone, when his bad luck makes a bad first impression.

My first impression of Lucien was a judgemental, uptight Brit. I quickly learned the reason for that and he grew on me. Actually he’s pretty nice once he decides he’s going to like you.

I’m not sure what to say about this story. You sometimes have these books that you really love but you really can’t explain why. This is one of them. I love all of Lisa Worrall’s books that I have read so far, including this one. It was written well, the characters were developed well. It made me laugh out loud. I don’t remember crying which is good in my opinion. I don’t like to cry.

I highly recommend this book, it was a fun read.  I’m glad I had the chance to read it. I give this book 5 stars.

Aurore Rose


Lisa Worrall: Follow my Lead

Sue asked me what inspired me to write a dance fic. There really is only one answer… well, two… Strictly Come Dancing and the US version, Dancing with the Stars! She said I could wax lyrical and I’m going to! As a kid I remember watching Come Dancing with my mum. The beautiful poofie dresses, the handsome men and gorgeous ladies all gliding elegantly over the floor. Le sigh, the memories. Then there was a big gap when ballroom dancing wasn’t shown anymore and I have to admit, I did miss it. Then came Strictly and it became fashionable again. Whether it was the fact that you were watching your favourite celebrities dancing with a professional partner, or whether you just loved to watch the dance itself, the nation became hooked—and so did I!

Then the US picked up on the idea and made a Strictly of their own called Dancing with the Stars. I don’t mind telling you that I did tune in to watch the dancing, because I didn’t know half of the celebrities, and once I caught sight of the magnificence of the professional dancers, I didn’t really care who the celebrities were. While I love our own James Corden and Brendan Cole, although if you ask me, Anton DuBeque is bloody fabulous and it makes me furious that they give him the comic relief as a partner each season… anyway, I digress. While I love our boys, Derek Hough and Mark Ballas are choreographical (did I just make that up?) geniuses. Not forgetting Val and Max the Chermkovsky brothers.

I’ve often watched it and thought, I’m going to write a story one day and as it got closer to Christmas, I knew what I wanted to do. So I created my own show… Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes… and decided to throw a gay couple into the mix. Obviously, there would be a little angst, a lot of tension and a Christmas tree, but the story would centre on the two men and their issues. And if it gave me a chance to daydream about Derek and his mates… so be it!

But amongst all those bulging biceps and taught abs, for me, the enjoyment is watching the stars go through their personal journey and improve week after week (with the exception of poor Judy Murray and Ann Widecombe). I just love it and it takes me back to those days when I was curled up on the sofa next to my mum with a mug of hot chocolate and Angela Rippon as the couples twirled around the floor. Sheer bliss.



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Hell hath no fury like a boyfriend scorned as sitcom star and comedian, CJ Edwards, finds out when his ex releases a sex tape he hadn’t even known was being filmed. Not to mention the headlines on every newstand accusing CJ of being an abusive alcoholic. His career in tatters, CJ’s agent manages to get CJ a spot on the Christmas special of Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes. Seeing it as a chance to possibly redeem himself, CJ accepts.

Lucien Moreau has been a dance professional on Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes for three years, and he loves it. Until the powers that be decide, in view of new marriage equality laws, the show’s Christmas special will include a gay couple. Finding out he is being partnered with CJ Edwards hits him like a fist to the gut. Six months ago his brother and sister-in-law were killed in an accident when their car was hit by a drunk driver. How the hell is he supposed to teach a man, not unlike the one who destroyed his family, to dance?


“What is wrong with you? No, no way. I’m not doing it. Nuh-uh, niet, nein, non, and not in a million fucking years!”

“So that’s a no then?”

“Funny is not your strong point, Matthew. Leave it to the professionals.”

“Well, when I find one, I’ll be sure to do just that.”

CJ Edwards stopped pacing in front of the fireplace in his living room and glared at his agent, Matt Davis, who lounged against the plump cushions of CJ’s red leather couch. Although Matt had been his friend as well as his agent for almost eight years, CJ had to resist the urge to slap his face and that smug fucking look on it, right off his head. The bastard thinks I’m gonna cave! Well, he can fucking whistle. I ain’t doing it!

“Stow the hairy eyeball, Edwards,” Matt drawled. “We both know that stopped working on me a long time ago.”

“Fuck off,” CJ bit back childishly.

“I’d love to, but you keep paying me,” Matt replied. “Look, dude, I love you, you know that, but this is all we’ve got. No comedy store appearances, no club openings, no sitcom renewal.” He tapped his points off on his fingers and CJ winced with each one. “That sex tape cost us big and no one wants to touch us. This is the only thing that’s crossed my desk for almost a year. The fee is enough for you not to have to sell the beach house, and it’ll give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. Let the public see the real you.”

“I think they’ve seen enough of the real me.”

“You’re being an ass, CJ. You need this.” Matt ran his hand through his dark hair. “It’s five weeks out of your life. Four weeks initial training, then three nights on the show. It’s a one off special, not a full season. It’ll be over before you know it.” CJ glared at him. “Look, I’d tell you to swallow your pride, but after the number Mario did on you, there ain’t a helluva lot left. For God’s sake, man. If you ever want the chance to salvage even the slightest bit of a career, this is it!”

“The token homo in Dancing with Stars in Our Eyes is going to save my career?” CJ yelled at Matt in frustration. “You can’t seriously believe that!”

“I believe it’s better than sitting on your ass all day complaining about how unfair life is!”

“Matt.” CJ’s shoulders slumped, the fight leaving him. “Please don’t make me do this.” He didn’t miss the twitch of Matt’s lips. Bastard!

“I can’t make you do anything.”

“Liar.” CJ sighed heavily and all but threw himself down on the other couch opposite Matt. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “I’ll do it. But if I end up coming off even worse, I will kill you.”

“Goes without saying.” Matt grinned widely and pulled his cell out of his pocket, already tapping out numbers. “You won’t regret this, buddy. Hey, Linda? It’s Matt Davis. Yes, CJ will be very happy to join the cast of Dancing with Christmas Stars in Our Eyes. Yes…”

Dancing with Christmas Stars in Our Eyes? Seriously? CJ picked up a cushion and covered his face with it. What the fuck am I doing?