10/11/2011

Crawling into Bed with Lisa Worrall


*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton definitely.  Not quite as classy or sexy as silk, but I like the feel of the coolness of the cotton against my skin.  Maybe I have a cotton fetish…

Silk is a little too slippery for my tastes, as well.  What are you wearing?

A smile.

 And a very pretty one it is, at that! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Hmmm…it can’t be too crumbly, ‘cause then we’d have to get out of our cozy little pit to brush the crumbs off.  But it has to be decadent enough to be worthwhile…Belgian chocolates, which I will of course hand feed you…

Mmmm.  We can feed them to each other.  If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

OMG this is so sad, but I’m out and proud, I’m not ashamed *takes deep breath*.  Every official Supernatural magazine to date, bar the first one.  There I said it.  It’s out there.  Woooh, feels great to say it out loud.
I don’t think there’s anything else…oh apart from an eight inch, double eared rabbit…and spare batteries.

LOL.  I love the blaise way you say that.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I can’t stand to get too hot, so I kind of sleep half in and half out of the covers.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Honey, you can put them anywhere you like ;)

What are we reading?

We are reading the Chasing the Dream Anthology which is due for release on the 17 September 2011.  It’s a collaboration between Patricia Logan, Sue Brown, GA Hauser, SammyJo Hunt and myself around our own interpretation of Chasing the Dream.  Here is a snippet of my contribution…

Dreaming of You.
1861
Sebastian looked out of the dirty window again. He pulled on the chain at his waist and opened his pocket watch. Thomas should have been here an hour ago. Panic began to unfurl in the pit of his stomach. Where was he? Ambrose, Thomas' manservant, had delivered a frantically scribbled note in the wee hours, instructing Sebastian to meet Thomas at ten. It was now past eleven and Sebastian was growing increasingly anxious. Thomas was never late. Every minute they spent together was too precious, and his love would never keep him waiting. Unless someone was preventing him from leaving? Sebastian closed his ears to the inner voice and its panic filled mutterings. "No," he snarled aloud. "He's coming."
By a quarter after twelve, Sebastian was frantic. He strode across the room and grabbed his gloves from the broken chair in the corner and shoved his fingers inside the leather just as he heard the sound of an approaching horse. Thank God! Dropping the gloves, he ran to the door and threw it open, lunging through it to catch Thomas as he all but fell from his steed.
"My love? Thomas?" Sebastian ignored Thomas' protests and picked him up in his arms, carrying him into the shack and kicking the door closed behind them. "What is it? Thomas, you're scaring me." He lowered the smaller man to the makeshift bed they had constructed before the fireplace and sank to his knees beside him. "Thom —?" His words stilled in his throat as he removed Thomas' hat and it fell to the floor from his suddenly numb fingers. A white hot anger, the like of which he had never experienced, rushed through his body like a stormy sea onto the rocks. Lifting his hand, he touched his fingers to the tufts of white-blond hair that clung to Thomas' shorn head, hair that had been hacked off by a violent hand. His touch was gentle, but his voice was ice cold. "Who did this?" He cupped Thomas' face in his hands and lifted so that he could look into his beautiful green eyes. "Who did this?"
"Father," Thomas mumbled, his fingers pulling at Sebastian's wrists as he tried to turn away from his searching gaze. "Please…don't look at me."
"Don't be foolish," Sebastian urged gently, holding the man's face in place and refusing to let him go. "What was his reasoning for this?"
Realizing that his struggles were futile, Thomas curled his fingers around Sebastian's and held on tight. "He found my journal. He knows about us." His green eyes filled with tears. "He had two of the servants hold me down and he cut off my hair. All the while he yelled obscenities at me. Called me filthy names. Said you wouldn't want me when he'd finished." His voice broke on the last and a sob fell from his lips. "My love, he's sending me away."
"What?" Sebastian hissed, thumbing at the tears spilling from beneath long pale lashes. "He can't do that. I won't allow it." He pulled Thomas into his arms and held him tightly against his chest. "He'd have to kill me first." Burying his face against Thomas' neck, he inhaled the scent of soft skin and pressed his lips to Thomas' fluttering pulse. "I'll never let him take you from me."




5 comments:

  1. Ohhh...you vixen Lisa...only a smile?

    Dreaming Of You sounds great

    Dawne P

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  2. hard not to visual that "smile", lol... Have this on my Kindle and can't wait to read it!

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  3. Ms. Lisa, that excerpt was touching and mildly erotic too, an interesting combination. If the rest of the book is this good - and I know it must be with all the amazing authors who have contributed to it - then it's a real gem. Got to buy it.

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  4. Thank you for crawling in bed with me Lee...I had fun *whispers* but we'll keep that to ourselves..Ben get's real jealous and he'll be devastated to know you've seen my tattoo up close before him!

    Dawne, Kellie, yep just a smile (when I new Lee was coming over, I shoved the winciette nightie under the bed).

    I hope you all enjoy Chasing the Dream and thank you for your kind comments. xx

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  5. Dang Lisa.....Makes me want to curl up on my bed witht he Chasing The Dream book now. 8sigh* Dang day job

    Love the interview and I agree....I have a cotton fetish too LOL

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