Thursday, July 2, 2015

Author Of The Month - Barbara Elsborg - Week One

Welcome to our first week of celebrating the talented

We're kicking off our celebrations with info about the Fall or Break books (of which there are two for now), plus a list of Barbara's favorite things, plus a chance to win one of her books.

First up, Falling


Falling is easy. Landing without breaking your heart? Impossible.

Harper is no longer behind bars, but it doesn’t feel like it. Ten years serving time for a crime he didn’t commit have left him shut down, numb, and a frozen wreck over the simplest of choices.

He’s acutely aware of the dark-haired young man checking him out in the supermarket, but he’s too deep in panic mode to even meet the guy’s gaze. Afraid the slightest move will trigger a fall that will never stop.

Fresh off a long-term relationship with a controlling man, Malachi is stuck living with relatives who think he’s a waste of oxygen. The tall guy in the long, gray coat is the first bright spot he’s glimpsed in a long time…though the man’s unblinking stare at a bottle of shower gel is a touch alarming.

Hard experience tells both of them to turn away before lust turns to hopeless attraction, and inevitably to disaster. But once their sparks connect, the arc of electricity is too strong to deny. Even if the cost is too much to bear.

Warning: Contains an ex-con with disaster written all over him, a boy toy who’s trouble with a capital T, a damp old British house, compulsive meddling, and enough hot sex to cure the severe case of nervous babbling.


Every muscle in Harper’s body went taut, except for his heart which pounded so violently he almost expected it to burst through his ribs and land in the pizza box. It was true he didn’t like to be touched. He’d gone out of his way in prison to avoid being touched because those who touched wanted something. His loyalty, his friendship, his body. Harper shared those with no one, trusted no one. It kept him safer.
But… He wasn’t in prison anymore and he desperately wanted Malachi to touch him. He took a drink of beer and ended up inhaling it so that he coughed uncontrollably. Malachi leapt to his feet and raised his palm as if he intended to slap him on the back, then dropped his hand.
“Are you okay? Does the no-touching thing still apply if you’re choking to death or if you need mouth-to-mouth? Or if you have some creepy crawly making its way up your back? I’d have to knock it off with something other than my hand though and I draw the line at scorpions. You’re on your own if one of those decides to explore.”
Harper stopped coughing and cleared his throat.
“Ah,” Malachi sighed. “No mouth-to-mouth then. Pity.” He reared back. “Shit. I’m such a wanker. You’re not gay. It’s a wonder I haven’t had my beautiful face rearranged before now. Sorry. I have crap gaydar. It’s the obsolete version. I keep forgetting to upgrade. There’s nothing about you that says gay.”
“Nothing?” Harper managed to say.
“Apart from the eye makeup. A little overdone.”
Harper sighed. “We don’t have scorpions in this country.”
“Yeah, we do. Sheerness Docks has the biggest and longest established colony with about fifteen thousand yellow-tailed scorpions.”
“Seriously? How do you know that?”
“I once had to go to Sheerness Docks. I tucked my pants in my boots. How everyone laughed, including the scorpions probably.”
Harper smiled and pointed to the chair. “Sit down.”
“I’d rather kneel.” The color rose in Malachi’s cheeks.
Harper’s dick reacted as though it had been licked. It shot from semi-hard to diamond in an instant.
“Would you…like me to kneel?” Malachi asked in a quiet voice, his gaze locked on the bulge in Harper’s pants. “Not now, obviously. Unless I was picking something up off the floor. I was just thinking out loud. Terrible character flaw. Forget I said anything. Oh God, you’ll think I’m such a tart and I’m not.”
Malachi took a deep breath. “I really like you and I’ve given you entirely the wrong impression of me. I’m not the type who offers blowjobs to guys he’s only just met.” He frowned. “That doesn’t make sense, does it, because I sort of just did. Unless you really thought I wanted to get something off the floor. God, shut up, Malachi. Look, I’ve honestly never done that before. Well, I’ve given blowjobs before but not…”
His voice trailed away and he sighed.
Say something. But Harper couldn’t speak.

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Book 2,  Breaking


Archer Hart is on the move before the man he’s just killed is found. When a bullet whizzes past his ear, he realizes hunter is now hunted. So much for his retirement plans. Someone wants him dead and all he can do is keep running.

Downed by a hit and run driver, barrister Conrad Black is certain the ‘accident’ was deliberate but he has no proof or support. In recovery, struggling to work out of partial paralysis, he has plenty of time to wonder who regrets not striking him harder. At this point, running anywhere is a distant dream.

The confidence, determination and stamina of two alphas males will mean little if neither is willing to bend—seize the love offered—and work together to understand why they’re suddenly both marked men. Not easy for either when Archer has broken the law in the worst possible way and Conrad is the law.


But once he’d dragged the surfer into the kitchen, Conrad couldn’t go any farther without resting. He shoved the door closed and collapsed on his back at the guy’s side, his heart pounding hard enough to hurt. He turned his head and found the surfer staring at him with the darkest blue eyes he’d ever seen, his pale face already assuming an olive hue in the warmth of the kitchen. His gaydar pinged but lack of practice made it too unreliable for Conrad to be sure. His cock tried to come out and take a look for itself and he begged it not to.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Conrad said.
The guy gave a choked laugh.
“I was trying to drag you to my bed, but didn’t quite make it.” A gentle flirt which would be ignored or…not. He had no idea if this guy was gay. All he knew was what he wanted him to be. Conrad held out his hand. He needed to keep the guy’s attention north of his dick until the idiot organ had come to its senses and normal blood flow had resumed. “I’m Conrad Black.”
“Archer Hart.”
He had a firm handshake and Conrad would have liked it to last a little longer but shaking hands while they lay flat on their backs on the floor was awkward and rather bizarre.
“How are you feeling?” Conrad asked. That was sparkling. Shut up before you discuss the weather.
“As if the sea chewed me up, then spat me out.” He touched the back of his head and winced. “And clouted me with something hard.”
“That’ll teach you to head butt a shark.”
Archer smiled, his eyes seemed to shimmer, and Conrad felt something shift inside him. A movement away from the past, a slide toward the future—accompanied by more action in his groin. Damn. Damn that I even have to think damn after longing for this response for months. But damn.
“The police told me you saved my life. Thank you, though that hardly seems adequate.”
Conrad could think of a way he could thank him, but he wasn’t going to be blurting that out any time soon. “Anyone would have done the same.”
“I’m not sure about that.”
“And I’m not sure they should have let you out of the hospital. Yesterday you swallowed half the North Sea. Today you pass out on my doorstep. You’re probably still concussed.”

Archer pushed himself to a sitting position and stood up in one seamless movement. Conrad still lay on the floor, his cock deflating in resignation. He made that seem so easy. He didn’t want to move and look like the gimp he was, but he could hardly stay on his back like a stranded turtle. He took a deep breath and rolled over, then pushed up onto his knees. From there he crawled a few feet to a chair and hauled himself upright. Okay, now you’ve seen what I am.

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Barbara's favorite things:

Raindrops on rose and whiskers on kittens– oh no, someone already did that. Let’s think… My favorite things…

My son’s dog Winston – a long haired cream miniature dachshund has to be top of the list because Winston loves me so much. I’ve never had anyone as devoted to me – even my long suffering husband. Winnie climbs into my suitcase when I leave my son’s house. He never leaves my side when I visit but he lives an ocean away. Sob. (I miss my son too of course!)

My favorite food – one I couldn’t live without – raw cake mix. Soooo bad – soooo good. I have been known to mix sugar, margarine, flour and water in a cup and eat it. Course then I feel sick and guilty and imagine cooking a cake in my stomach but yum.

Music – that changes often but at the moment it’s Hozier’s Take Me to Church – with Polunin dancing in that warehouse...

I am addicted to this. Other music – I like guys singing tortured songs – James Morrison, Robbie Williams.

Favorite book – oh no, no, no. Can’t possibly choose. I have a long list of authors who are auto buys for me. A mix of genres. Romance, historical, suspense, thrillers. I read everything – almost. My go to read when I need something untaxing will always be a regency romance. I’ve never tried to write one but I do love reading them. Eloisa James is one of my favorites. Oh damn, did I just choose after saying I couldn’t? Phew, only an author though and not a book. But I can’t choose a favorite author either.

Favorite restaurant – I hate eating. I know – even after that confession about cake mix! What! I hear you cry. But I’d be happy if I could just take a tablet instead of food. I very rarely go out to eat. But I do like Panera Bread’s French onion soup with sour dough bread. Oh I should have had that in favorite food – bread. I don’t hate eating that. I luuuurve bread – white, brown, seeded…

Favorite way to spend a day - assuming I’m not neck deep in writing. In the sunshine (which is a rare beast in the UK) no wind (because when it is sunny there’s freezing cold wind that scours our back garden), a comfy chair to lie on, pile of books by my side and a hunky waiter serving me margaritas – yes, husband will do if hunky guy not available. I know I should have said – playing with Winnie or enjoying company of grandson or spending time with family, or doing good deeds but on a purely selfish level, me in the sun with a book is it!

Favorite drink – black coffee. Can’t start the day without it though I’m not like my daughter in law who can’t be spoken to until she’s had her coffee and has mugs that say that in case any of us forget. I drink at least five mugs of coffee while I’m writing. In the afternoon I only drink water. I love water too. And margaritas, champagne, mojitos, wine, champagne, prosecco, vino verde, old fashioned lemonade. Did I mention champagne? But I don’t drink anything to excess apart from coffee. And NOT decaff!

Favorite place for a holiday – well the best holiday I ever had – the family ever had – was in Oregon. What a fabulous state! It has everything. We toured up the coast and down the middle. We whale watched, went to Mt. St. Helens volcano (yes, I know that’s not Oregon) we toured volcanic landscapes, walked in fields of obsidian, went white water rafting, took a jet boat ride up the Rogue River and saw a bear and her cubs, we went dune buggy riding – well son and husband did, daughter freaked out so I took her back to base, we played on the beach, swam in a freezing sea, sunbathed in Bend, stood in awe near Crater Lake, crawled to the end of a lava tube and so much more. Fabulous!

Favorite season – you’d think I’d say summer but the answer is winter. I love snow! I’m always the first one out of the house to build a snowman or two. I’ve set a disproportionate number of my stories in the winter! Playing in the snow runs a close second to sitting in the sun with a book.

Favorite country – apart from the one I live in. America. So much variety. So beautiful. Almost the same language. Kind people. Fun things to do and my son lives there – and Winnie. Mustn’t forget the dog. I love the big parking spaces, the lack of queues (lines) in the stores, the weather, the big skies, the quirky quarters with the pictures that I’m collecting, oh I could go on.

Favorite things on my desk – pencils! I love pencils. I like hard, sharp ones. My favorite of all is one that has ‘I write dirty books’ down the side. I write all my notes in pencil.

Favorite genre to write – can’t choose. I like MM, MF, MMF, contemporary, paranormal and sci fi. I like to do different things so I write everything but I know I’ve probably done myself no favors there because I split my audience. I can’t help it. I write what I like to write and consider myself very fortunate if anyone else likes it too.

More about Barbara:

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.



Thanks for joining us today. Come back next week for more of Barbara's book, five little known facts about her, and another chance to win.

Until then, happy reading!!


  1. Falling has been on my wish!list! Thanks for the chance!

  2. Love & have every one of Barbara's books! Now have this one as soon as it's released. Excellent interview .. loved the answers!

  3. Loved learning more about Barbara. My favorite books of Barabara's include Every Move He Makes and With or Without Him! Look forward to reading Breaking.

  4. Can't wait for Breaking. Love learning more about this author.

  5. Aww...loved reading about Winnie. I love dachshunds. Great post, too. I already have Falling on my TBR.

    1. Ah - well Winnie is just the sweetest little dog!! Thanks Waxapplelover!

  6. Angela:

    You're a new author to me but i already have Cowboys Down on my ereader so i think i will start reading it in the next couple of days :)
    I really like the blurbs of both Falling and Breaking so those will definitely go on my TBR list.
    Thanks for this post, i enjoyed it.

    1. Thank you, Angela. I hope you like Cowboys Down!

  7. Barbara has been a favorite author of mine since I first read her book Every Move He Makes in 2013. I enjoyed reading the excerpts from Falling and Breaking. I especially enjoyed reading about her favorite things like Winnie!

  8. I need to add Breaking to my wishlist. Thanks for the favorite things too! I love learning more about authors.

    1. Sorry for the late response but I've been in hospital. Thanks for commenting, Jen

  9. Loved Barbara's Favorite Things! Happy to see her as author of the month.

  10. *Watches video on repeat for like an hour*

    Can say I am a giant fan of that song now.

  11. I really enjoyed Falling which was my first Barbara Elsborg book. I can't wait for Conrad's book.

  12. Thank you for you sharing some fun and interesting facts and totally understand the raw cake mixture fixation and I so want to go to Oregon. Yes also to tortured ballads and songs and loved that moment when the sunlight caught Polunin in his dance interpretation, beautiful. I wonder if Hozier has watched it?

    1. I'm sure he has watched it. Yep. I love that moment too. It's now my cheer me up video! Thanks for commenting!


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