Monday, April 13, 2015

Feature: Lisa Worrall with Un-Expected

Today I'm hosting Lisa Worrall with her new release Un-Expected with an interview, book feature, and a contest! Make sure you don't miss out on everything (and come back on Thursday to get check out the companion story, In-Decision by Sue Brown!!

Single people often have more time to write. Are you single?
First of all, thank you for having me here today. I am single at the moment, but that doesn’t give me more time to write, unfortunately. I’ve got two children who make sure of that lol.

How does your day start and end?
It usually starts with me getting the children out of the door quickly and with the minimum amount of yelling possible. Once they’re gone, I have a cup of tea and some breakfast then settle down to work. I split my day with writing for me in the morning and then editing for clients in the afternoon. When the kids get home I stop work for the day and the mummy part of me takes over until bedtime. Sometimes I do more writing when the kids are asleep, depends on how well everything is flowing.

When is your ideal writing time?
To be honest I don’t know if there is an ideal time. Sometimes my day goes to plan as detailed above and other times it goes off at a tangent instead. I can’t even say I’m more awake in the morning ‘cause some nights I sit up ‘til way past midnight.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Sex scenes. Trying to make them fresh and new, yet passionate and hot at the same time is incredibly difficult for me. Sometimes I wish I could do a Mills & Boon and just exit stage left…

How many books/stories have you written? Do you have a favorite?
Forty-two, according to Goodreads lol. Gosh, a favorite. Hmm… the Laurel Heights books are very close to my heart. I love Will and Scott, they bounce off each other so well. I also really love Always Hope and Un-Expected, both set in little country villages but on different sides of the world.

Did the characters or the plot come of Un-Expected to you first?
All I had was the idea of setting a story in a quiet English village and was coasting through some stock photos online when I came across Micah. I had in my mind’s eye what he looked like, and that his name was supposed to be Michael, but his father had been celebrating his birth a little too hard in the pub before he registered him, and forgot how to either say Michael or spell it. Then I put that on the back shelf for a while until I saw a programme about birth on the TV one night and the proverbial light bulb went off and I had Micah and midwife. So I guess one of the characters came first. Harry followed later. I’m pretty much of a pantster. I don’t really plot, although I do find it hard to write without a title – which friends of mine find bizarre because the title is the last part for them.

How did you get the information for Micah’s career as a midwife? Research or experience?
The internet is a weird and wonderful thing. I got some information from Google and the rest from my friend, Jenny, who was a former paramedic and had actually gone through the same emergency scenario Micah did in the book. Her knowledge and experience was invaluable.

Living in a small town is really different than living in a city. What drew you to that particular setting?
Don’t judge me… I was watching an old episode of Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple on the BBC and wondered what it must be like to live somewhere where your secrets were not your own. Would it be awful, or comforting? It was an idea that grabbed me and would not let go.

Whenever I put out an eBook I always learn something new. Did you learn something about writing or publishing with Un-Expected you hadn’t known before?
There’s always something new to learn but, luckily, I wasn’t a stranger to self-publishing.  I think I learned that you have to take the chance. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? And if you don’t take that chance, how do you know you won’t have missed a wonderful opportunity? I also learned that I have some fiercely loyal readers out there who I thank my lucky stars for every day.

Can you share a bit about your future eBooks?
At the moment I have two WIPs on the go, plus a mountain of niggling plot bunnies snapping at my heels. I am working on a nineteenth century western love story called Before Sundown, about a wealthy landowner’s son and a ranch hand.

And I’m also working on Un-Deniable, Book 3 in the Left at the Crossroads Series, which will hopefully be out in June J
Thank you for such a great interview, Lisa! I appreciate you taking the time to share a bit about yourself with my readers!! Okay everyone... check out this great cover and a peek at Un-Expected blow!


Title: Un-Expected
Series: Left at the Crossroads #1
Author: Lisa Worrall
Length: 43,654 words/182 Pages
Published Date: February 25, 2014
Blurb: 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 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.”
    After being dumped on graduation day by the love of his life, Harry Boyd, Micah Lewis returned to the sleepy village he grew up in. Living next door to his mother wasn’t his best idea, granted, but when your heart was broken, there really was no place like home.
    Six years later, secure and content in his job as midwife for a local birthing centre, the last person he expected to move into Lilac Cottage across the street from him was Harry Boyd. Seeing Harry again sends Micah into a tailspin and opens wounds he thought had long since healed. Although, Harry himself isn’t the only issue Micah has to face. That would be Harry’s very beautiful and very pregnant partner, Selena. But is everything as it seems?


Micah’s pulse raced. This was it. A million thoughts flew through his mind, too fast for him to latch onto a single one. He swallowed hard as a fresh spurt of blood covered his fingertips. Glancing up at the pale face, etched in a mask of agony, frightened blue eyes staring back at him, he summoned up what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” he said softly, reaching up to squeeze limp fingers. “Stay with me. We’re gonna do this together. You and me.”
“You said… it would be… walk in the park.”

 “Well… more like a brisk jog,” Micah grinned.


 “That’s it, get pissed off,” he encouraged, not batting an eye as he lifted his best friend's bare foot onto his shoulder. If he had time to think about it, he might have considered it quite bizarre that he was seeing quite so much of said best friend, but he was far too busy trying to deliver her baby to think about anything else. Micah swept two fingers around the perineum as another contraction hit and the baby’s head crowned for the third time. “Another push, Sarah and we'll have the head. Bear down and we can meet this beautiful boy.”

 “I can’t do it.”

 “Are you kidding me?” Micah scoffed as Sarah’s body ignored her protestations and concentrated on the job it was made to do. “You are doing it. Bear down, that’s it… keep it coming…” The contraction slowly receded and he gave her thigh an encouraging squeeze. “Fantastic job, darlin’. One more and we’ll be singing happy birthday, won’t we, Dad?”

 “The only thing he’ll be singing is soprano,” Sarah panted as she flopped back onto the pillow. “You touch me again and I’ll cut your dick off!”

Micah bit back his snort of laughter at the understanding nod from Gary, Sarah’s adoring husband, as he smoothed her hair off her sweat-dampened forehead. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard something along those lines and he was more than certain it wouldn’t be the last. He was also fairly sure that in a couple of years Sarah would be saying the same thing again. Sarah’s belly hardened beneath his hand and he looked at the monitor as the contraction began to build strength. The baby’s heartbeat started to climb, which was perfectly normal. This was it. He felt that familiar frisson of excitement flow through him and he moistened his lips. “Okay, Sarah,” he said briskly. “I know you’re tired, but we’re nearly there. Deep breath in and push!”

He kept up a steady stream of encouragement, and whooped when the baby’s head didn’t slip back down the birth canal after the next contraction. Then the head was delivered to a resounding scream from Sarah. “Sarah, honey, stop pushing. I don’t want you to tear,” Micah instructed firmly. “I need you to listen to my voice. I want you to pant, and with the next contraction we’ll have a baby.”

 “I can’t… I changed my mind.”

 “Probably should have thought of that before you had that early night, Webb,” Micah shot back. The next contraction began almost straight away and Micah briefly gripped Sarah’s knee. “This is it, baby. I want little pushes while I ease him out. That’s it… another one… fantastic, honey. Blow your breath out. Think about all the blow jobs you gave behind 4C… yes… just like that….” Micah let out another yell as two shoulders slipped easily into the world followed by the rest of Sarah and Gary’s baby boy, his Godson.

 Once the cord had stopped pulsing Micah clamped it and held the scissors out to Gary. “Come on, Daddy. I’ve done my part…” Gary was in a state of euphoric shock. Micah had to steady his hand as the other man cut the cord in between the clamps, and Baby Boy Webb was on his own. Micah rose with the baby in his arms and placed him on Sarah’s breast, not quite being able to join in the celebration; he wasn’t done yet.

 While Sarah and Gary laughed, cried and stared in exhausted amazement at their new son, Micah efficiently drew the Pitocin into a syringe and injected it into Sarah’s thigh. Not that she noticed. He shook his head with a soft smile as he placed his hand on her abdomen, waiting for the injection to take effect. In the five years he’d been one of the midwives here at Cherry Tree Birthing Centre, he didn’t think any woman had ever paid attention when he’d administered the drug designed to deliver the placenta.

 Thankfully the final stage of labour didn’t take long, and within twenty minutes he had weighed and discarded the disc-like placenta after checking it was intact. Turning back to Sarah, he surveyed his handiwork.

“You can stop staring at my girl parts now,” Sarah said sarcastically. “You’re done down that end… get your arse further north.”

 “Sorry,” Micah said with a wide grin. “But I’m damn good. Not a single tear. Actually, if it weren’t for the fact that you shit yourself, you would never know you just had a baby.”

 “You are seriously disturbed,” Sarah shook her head and gazed back down at her son. “If Uncle Micah ever tries to tell you the story of your birth, kick him in the shins and run like hell. Mummy would like to try and retain a little dignity.”

 “Don’t listen to her,” Micah cooed, gently lifting the baby from Sarah’s arms. “We are going to have some serious fun, little man. I’m going to teach you all the ways to make your mummy get that crinkle above her nose when she’s piss—sorry—ticked off. I’m also going to fill you full of E-numbers, additives and preservatives, then send you home to your parents. It’s my job, no matter what Mummy says. It’s on page one of the Uncle Handbook. Right there with getting you your first lap dance when you’re twenty-one.”

 “He’s ten minutes old, Lewis,” Sarah griped. “Don’t start corrupting him already.”

 Micah chuckled softly as he gently lowered the baby into the scales. He made a note of his weight before measuring his length and his head. He completed all the tests he needed to do and updated his notes, then quickly administered the vitamin K injection, mumbling soothing noises as the baby let out a wail. With practiced ease, he fastened a nappy, and dressed the tiny boy in a vest and a baby-gro before wrapping him in the blanket Gary handed him. Picking the baby up, he dropped a gentle kiss on his soft skin and then placed him in his father’s arms. He settled himself in the chair in the corner and proceeded to finish the rest of his notes, allowing Sarah and Gary some alone time with their new son.
Watching the way Sarah stared in stunned awe at the baby had Micah swallowing past the lump in his throat. She was a year older than him, and she and Gary had already been trying for three years before they moved back to the tiny village where Sarah and Micah had grown up. That had been four years ago, so it had been seven years of miscarriages and three costly IVF treatments before they were able to see the beautiful puffy little face now yawning up at them.

“Look at him,” Gary grinned happily. “You’d think he’d done all the work. Who does he look like?”

 “You,” Sarah replied immediately. “Poor little sod… and my dad.”

 “He looks like Winston Churchill,” Micah piped up, not lifting his gaze from his notes. “All babies look like Winston Churchill… it’s the law.”

 “You’re a knob, Micah,” Sarah shot back. “I’m going to rescind the Godfather invitation if you’re not careful.”

 Micah closed her file and slipped his pen into the top pocket of his scrubs. Standing up he walked over to the bed and stroked a gentle finger over the baby’s downy cheek. “You can’t. I have to have some kind of reward for wiping your arse.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. “He is eight and half pounds of perfect, Sare. You did good.” Raising an eyebrow he tilted his head as he gazed down at the little boy he was planning to spoil within an inch of his life. “Are you seriously going to saddle him with,” he faked a shudder, “that name?”
“It was my father’s name,” Gary said firmly. “And his father’s name before him. It’s tradition.”

 “Then why is your name Gary?” Micah reasoned. “Doesn’t it tell you something when your own mother refused to carry on the tradition? How can you do it to him? He’s going to get his arse severely kicked his entire life.”

 “Shut up the two of you,” Sarah sighed heavily with a roll of her eyes. “Micah, get over it. We like it, it’s cute. Now hold your Godson… Algernon Micah Webb.”

 Supporting the baby’s head in the crook of his elbow, Micah kissed him softly. “Don’t worry, Algie. When you’re eighteen I’ll pay for you to get it changed.”



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I live in Southend-on-Sea, a small seaside town just outside London on the South East coast of Essex, England that boasts the longest pier in the world; where I am ordered around by two precocious children and a dog who thinks she's the boss of me. I've been writing seriously for three years now and love giving voice to the characters warring to be heard in my head, and am currently petitioning for more hours in the day, because I never seem to have enough of them.


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