Thursday, 21 July 2016

MUMMY MELTDOWN!!!!!

It's finally here - the Summer Holidays - God help us all!

I know there will be the endless stream of "Mum can I" and "Mum will you", but I know one can never truly prepare for the lengths of madness these questions will send you into.

The first week should be okay. It's only seven days, right? Get the first week out of the way and the rest will be a piece of cake. Sorry, I'm laughing so hard at my own idiotic positivity. Nothing about the next seven weeks is going to be a piece of anything. Unless you count the pieces of my hair that fall to floor as I tear it out in clumps, or the little bits of my sanity that will inevitably leak out of my ears.

Those of you who know me are aware I adore my children. "The Boy" is 12 years old with the attitude to match and "The Girl" is 10, always has to have the last word and has made picking her nose an artform. As kids go they're not bad. They play, they argue, they make-up then it starts all over again - so goes the circle of siblingdom. I know what it's like - even if they think I am a thousand years old and know nothing - I have an older brother and a younger sister. I've been there and done that, got the T-shirt, the duvet set and the photo ops. And, of course, at times I can hear my darling mum laughing from her bird's eye view in heaven as she says, "Payback's a bitch!"

So this is my little gift to all you mum's out there who are desperately trying to plan the next few weeks around work, the house, holidays and the lamented cry of "I'm bored!" which will come sooner than you think - believe me. Everytime you find yourself curling your fingers in your hair and grabbing a clump, sit back, take a deep breath and think about that glass of well-deserved wine and much needed slab of chocolate that awaits you at the end of the day when the little bast-- darlings have gone to bed. Then you can finally relax - until it starts all over again!

Good luck, my fellow warriors. As we head into the battle, pull up your big girl knickers and make sure you have your bra fastened securely. It's going to be a bumpy ride and we don't want anyone getting hurt!

Have a wonderful summer and remember, you're not alone!

Monday, 18 July 2016

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Monday, 11 July 2016

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT SOLO HONEYMOON....


Here's what readers are saying about Solo Honeymoon on Amazon....

What Venice is all about.... 4 Stars

Anyone who has been to Venice knows what it does to you--and if it doesn't, you are deceased. This extraordinary city makes you believe everything is possible and in this lovely, almost angst-free story, it takes a while getting there, but gee-whiz, what a trip!

Leo is left at the altar, his parents insist he go on his honeymoon alone, and he is swept along by the city and the gorgeous proprietor of the bed-and-breakfast he and his ex have booked. Leo is a bit of an anal character, not all that spontaneous, dedicated to a life that's structured because, after all, he is a teacher who needs to keep things organized.

That proprietor Mateo, however, and his mother, Luana, spin Leo around in a way which--after he gets his act together with Mateo's determined intervening--allows us to explore, admire, and pine for the next gondola to come along to whisk us there.

This is a sweet, lovable, and very laid back romance that will have you smiling most of the way, though there are some sad moments of reminiscence as well. But all told, it's a trip well worth taking, even if you've done it a hundred times before.


Review

Aaaah Fate.... 5 Stars

Leo got dumped at the alter but still goes on his honeymoon to Venice to get away from all the pity being thrown at him. The bed and breakfast that he is staying at is owned by a mother and her son Matteo who take Leo under their wing.

After three days of seeing Leo moping in his room, Matteo takes the reigns and forces Leo out of bed and ultimately out of his shell.


The two become close friends which morphs into more after Matteo nurses Leo after Leo becomes sick. Matteo is spectacular and you just want to hug Leo.


The closeness between Leo and Matteo is tested when Leo's ex-fiancé shows up at the B & B unexpected. But Leo quickly realizes what he has to lose by leaving Matteo and fights for him.
It's a wonderful story with a very happily ever after.


Review

Beautiful Fairytale.... 5 Stars

Oh I loved this book. I mean, who doesn’t adore an unexpected love story. Poor Leo is stood up at the altar (pretty much) but takes his honeymoon alone anyway… ONLY to find the love of his life! *sigh* Yeah… I swooned!

Mateo is A-MAZ-ING! Truly. His backstory broke my heart. Like I SOBBED uncontrollably for a good 10 minutes. But even HE gets a happily ever after. Two broken, sad men who save each other.

Lisa Worrall wrote wonderful characters. The setting was gorgeous and her descriptive writing really pulled me into the story. Like I was really in Venice. Don’t get me started on the food. I was shaking with hunger through this story. Then I made lasagna.

Lisa is such a versatile writer. Whether she’s writing murder mystery, or beautiful romance she masters it beautifully.

This is a fairytale of sorts and I enjoyed being swept away in the whirlwind.


Review

A Very Enjoyable Read..... 4 Stars

A thoroughly good read. I was Totally hung up on Matteo from the start. Leo ...well I was anxious at one Particular point. As for Eric- don't get me started! Luana & Francesco were a complete breath of fresh air😀. The little bites of humour are a 'Lisa Worrall' touch that I look for & enjoy very much x🐝x

Review

Blurb:

Leo Barratt hadn't written his bucket list, but he was pretty sure there were several things he wouldn't have put on it. Like... waking up to a Dear John letter from his fiance, Eric, the day before their wedding... or going on his honeymoon - alone. 

But, under the strict instructions of his mother, he found himself in Venice at Bauta, the beautiful bed and breakfast where he'd supposed to have started off married life. Instead, he planned to spend three weeks inside his room and wait for the pain to go away.

Or at least that's what he thought...

Bauta, was run by Matteo Leghissa and his mother, Luana. Used to getting his own way, Matteo refused to allow Leo to wallow in self-pity and appointed himself as Leo's official guide.

Apparently, falling in love with a beautiful stranger wasn't on Leo's bucket list either but.....


Sunday, 26 June 2016

REVIEW: THE BUTCHER, THE BAKER, THE CUSTOM BIKE MAKER (THE MYER TRIPLETS) - THE BAKER BY MATHEW ORTIZ

Blurb:

Recipe for Romance 
1 cup crazy Myer triplet aka Boone Myer 
1 cup snobby guppie aka Robbie Gaither 
2 tbsp. nutty family and friends 
1 tbsp. epic beard (no substitutions) 
1 tbsp. sexual compatibility 
1 tsp. misunderstandings 
Preheat sexual tension to 375 Degrees. In a large American City aka Atlanta, Georgia, combine the odd ball Myer triplet, Boone, with equal parts stuffy, snobby uptight Robbie Gaither. When mostly together, add family and friends, who mean well but… bless their hearts, they try. Toss in Boone’s gorgeous beard and do not forget the intense, sometimes ridiculous attraction these two bone heads have for each other and lastly throw in two lives that seem to only get in the way of these two making each other happy. Mix until a complete chaotic mess and pour into a well lubed… check that, pour in well-greased pan and bake until very, very firm. Bake for one hour. Serve hot and eat with your fingers. Very messy, very funny and very tasty! 


Get your copy HERE!

Review:

Mr Ortiz has done it again! You open it up and from the first page you are right back with the Gaither's and the Myers. These two families are destined to be together. Avery Myer found Martin Gaither in The Butcher and now it's the turn of the second triplet, Boone, to get his icing covered fingers on a Gaither of his own. In walks Robbie Gaither and he is a goner!

Matt's woven a beautiful love story around these two men. Their attraction is undeniable, but can they overcome the obstacles life throws in their way? Boone feels like the broken twin and hates to have his diabetes define who he is. Robbie is a bit of a snob who likes his own way. But both are driven to succeed both in their professional and personal lives.

Supported by an array of secondary characters like Ms Mabel, Eli and Oscar, Emmett and Alex and, of course, Boone's Mawmaw (who I want to be when I grow up - right down to the hideous housecoat and fuscia slippers!) this is a love story you won't want to put down and just leaves you salivating for the Custom Bike Maker's story in book 3!

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

ISLAND COUNSELLOR (ISLAND MEDICS #2) BY SUE BROWN - REVIEW


Blurb:

Counselor Logan Wilde has a successful therapy practice in London, but when a traumatic incident there leaves him suffering from PTSD, he takes refuge in his holiday cottage on the Isle of Wight, unable to face going back to work. Not that he’s allowed to relax. Logan’s time is taken up with helping Liam Owens, plus there’s Nick Brent, whom Logan discovers collapsed on the beach. Nick and Logan spend their time bickering with each other, but that doesn’t alter the attraction they feel. 

Logan is forced to make some hard decisions about his future, which entails facing up to recent events. Only he’s not alone—Nick is with him. Unfortunately someone else makes a decision too, and now trouble is on its way to the Isle of Wight.


Review:

I bloody loved every single word. Another beautifully woven  Isle story bringing us new, well-rounded characters, and allowing us to cuddle up to well-loved characters from the previous books. Logan is to brilliant at helping others but finds it hard to ask for himself. Meeting Nick, who doesn't take any crap from anyone - although his mother could certainly kick his butt - is the perfect foil for Logan, giving him a new found strength. 

As with all the Island books, there's the perfect mix of angst, drama and hot, hot lovin'. A wonderfully warm and satisfying read that will have you turning the pages until you've finished. I defy you to put it down... I couldn't!


This one gets 5 Boop-boop-be-doops

Get your copy here at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk

Friday, 17 June 2016

DEAR READER....


Dear Reader...

I wasn't sure how to start this letter to you. There are a million and one thoughts floating around my head vying for attention, but I can't latch on to a single one that adequately expresses how I'm feeling. So I am going to go for the tried and trusted, the steadfast and true - although it too seems pathetically inadequate for what's in my heart. But here goes...

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

For the stories you took a chance on.
For urging me on when I'd have quite willingly closed my laptop forever.
For slapping me upside the head when I wallowed in the deep end of the pity pool.
For making me feel as though the characters in my head touched you in some way.
For the emails and words of encouragement - knowing that the stories in my head have touched you in some way is something I could never fully explain. 
For sticking by me during the dry spells and giving me the confidence to keep going.

But, most of all, I want to thank you for reading. Not only my work but all those wonderful stories woven by wonderful authors that have touched your hearts. We couldn't do it without you.

Thank you, dear Reader, and, as inadequate as the words may be, I mean them from the bottom of my heart.

Lisa  

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

SOLO HONEYMOON NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!

Blurb:

Leo Barratt hadn't written his bucket list, but he was pretty sure there were several things hewouldn't have put on it. Like... waking up to a Dear John letter from his fiance, Eric, the day before their wedding... or going on his honeymoon - alone. 

But, under the strict instructions of his mother, he found himself in Venice at Bauta, the beautiful bed and breakfast where he'd supposed to have started off married life. Instead, he planned to spend three weeks inside his room and wait for the pain to go away.

Or at least that's what he thought...

Bauta, was run by Matteo Leghissa and his mother, Luana. Used to getting his own way, Matteo refused to allow Leo to wallow in self-pity and appointed himself as Leo's official guide.

Apparently, falling in love with a beautiful stranger wasn't on Leo's bucket list either but.....


Excerpt:

Prologue

The insistent sound of the storm trooper death march jabbed at Leo’s eardrums like a pissed off woodpecker. Not that he should be surprised. His mother had called him what seemed like every ten minutes for the last week. He sighed heavily and didn’t even bother opening his eyes as he felt around on the bedside cabinet for his mobile. His fingers brushed against the sliver of metal and he snatched it up, then cracked an eye open enough to press the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
“Mum, long time no harp,” he drawled, not even trying to hide the twang of sarcasm.
“I gave you seven hours of blissfully uninterrupted sleep, what more do you want?” she quipped.
“Isn’t the recommended average eight? Call me back in an hour.”
“Pish, don’t believe everything you read, dear. You’re not ten.”
Leo smiled fondly despite the missing hour. No one did condescension better than Susan Barratt. His mother was from a titled background and, as such, expected to be treated with the same impeccable manners she had been raised to extend to others. Leo’s lips twitched; and woe betide anyone who didn’t meet her expectations. “So,” he stifled a yawn, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your dulcet tones at this ungodly hour?”
“It’s nine-thirty you lazy so-and-so and unless I’ve got the wrong end of the stick, you’re getting married tomorrow.” Her tone brooked no nonsense. “There are things to be done, son of mine!”
“You’ve been saying that all week,” Leo complained. “Haven’t we done it all yet?”
“Don’t make me come over there.” The warning was clear.
Leo scrubbed a hand over his face. Surely he wasn’t the only thirty-two year old who was still just a little bit afraid of his mother? But then his father was sixty-four and hid in the shed when his mother was on the rampage, so Leo figured he could allow himself this one tiny foible. “Sorry, Mum,” he mumbled, suitably chided.
“I should think so. Now nudge that idle fiancé of yours and let’s get this show on the road. He’s got to pick up the buttonholes while you pick up Auntie Maureen and Uncle Clive from Gatwick.”
Leo threw out an arm to do as he was told but hit cool sheet instead of warm Eric. He frowned and turned over, the phone still clutched in his fingers, his mother reeling off a list of last-minute tasks in his ear. Not that he was listening to her anymore. He was too distracted by the sheet of folded paper with his name on it lying on the pillow where Eric’s head should be. His stomach tightened and he tasted the unpleasant acidity of bile in the back of his throat. He sat up slowly, his eyes never leaving the paper which suddenly seemed dazzlingly white against the duck egg blue of the pillowcase.
“Leo? Are you listening to me?”
“Mum, I’m going to have to call you back.” How he managed to speak he would never know.
“Leo?” Her tone immediately changed, her famous mother’s intuition obviously kicking in. “Leo, what is it?”
“I’ll call yo—”
Leo hung up and the mobile dropped from his nerveless fingers onto the duvet. He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the rush of blood in his ears as his heart began to race.
Get a grip, Leo. It’s just a couple of lines telling you he’s gone to get that paraffin wax pedicure he was talking about last night.
He breathed in a sigh of relief, but couldn’t quite bring himself to let it go the same way. Instead it spluttered from between his lips like a half-hearted raspberry. Whatever was on that piece of paper wasn’t good, of that he was certain, which is why he didn’t want to touch it. Maybe if he stared at it long enough it would disappear. He’d seen a trick like that once in Vegas. Couldn’t be that hard, could it?
That was how his mother, father and his sister, Alex, found him twenty minutes later when they burst into his bedroom—still staring. When his mother grabbed the note and opened it, he briefly wondered why he’d ever given her a key. A feeling that was quickly overshadowed by the relief that flooded through him as she shoved the note at his father then climbed onto the bed next to him and took him in her comfortingly familiar embrace. Leo closed his eyes and clung to her as if she was a life raft in a very choppy sea.
He was right. It was not a good note…

Available now at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk