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This week, we're featuring some of Barbara's M/F romances, namely An Ordinary Girl, Summer Girl, Winter Boy, and Strangers, plus 5 little known facts about her, and a chance to win one of her books, winner's choice!
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An Ordinary Girl
Ash is an ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life, but behind her smile she hides a secret so damning she’s sure no one could ever love her. Noah is a war photographer who’s come back from Afghanistan with a secret so dark he can’t escape its smothering grip.
Both need redemption. Ash looks for it by making people happy. Noah seeks it under the whip of a Dom. They’re damaged souls, drowning in guilt, unable to escape the legacies of their pasts. Then their worlds collide in an explosion of fireworks so strong it singes not only them, but those around them. It’s said love heals all wounds, but sometimes before love enters the heart, the intense fire of passion has to burn a path, lighting the way.
Noah circulated in the courtyard, taking pictures as guests ate canapés and drank champagne. As he straightened to get the kink out of his neck, a hand slapped his back, and Noah’s shoulder blades slammed together. He didn’t like to be touched, especially after he’d been to Jenson Street.
“Can’t tell you how grateful we are you stepped in at the last minute like this,” said a middle-aged guy with gray hair—the bride’s father. Noah didn’t remember his name either. “My daughter thought the world had ended when Dina called to say she couldn’t come.”
“Dina said you’re an award-winning photographer.”
Noah’s jaw tightened. “I don’t do weddings.”
“You do now.” The guy laughed, another slap looked likely, and Noah lurched away only to collide with something. He spun round and watched a black-haired waitress try in vain to stop an avalanche of canapés from sliding off her tray.
“Shiiiit,” he heard her hiss. She then said, “Sorry,” in a louder voice.
Noah kicked a prawn off his shoe.
An older woman rushed up. “Ash, not again. Look at the mess.”
“Sorry, Ms. Wood,” the waitress said.
“Clean it up.” She turned to the bride’s father. “Mr. Kent, I apologize. She’s a last-minute replacement for one of my employees who’s taken sick.”
Noah glanced at the waitress crouching at his feet. A substitute like him.
“Dinner’s ready to be served,” said the other woman. “Would you like to ring the gong?”
The pair walked away, and Noah took a picture of Ash squatting on the flagstone drive, scooping the food back onto the tray. She was cute. He took another shot of her slipping a smoked salmon pinwheel between her lips and then another as she licked her fingers. His cock twitched. Fuck.
She looked up at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Having an inappropriate erection” didn’t seem the sensible thing to say.
“Did you just take my picture?” she asked.
“Why would I do that?” Why had he done that?
“Don’t. I don’t like my photograph being taken.” She stood up. “Anyway, it’s the guests you should be snapping, not the waiting staff.” She offered him the tray. “Would you like a canapé, sir?”
Noah blinked. “They’re covered in dirt.”
“Pretend it’s pepper. Try that one.” She pointed to the dirtiest, and Noah surprised himself when a snort of laughter escaped his lips.
“I’ll pass,” he said.
“Go on, be a devil.”
Noah selected a clean-looking tiger prawn and ate it as he watched her head back into the house. Tight white blouse, tight black skirt, nice backside, legs to her armpits, hair shorter than his and an attitude. Her hair was darker than it had any right to be, her eyes were greener than grass and she had a face he wanted to eat.
Once upon a time…
Noah lifted his camera and carried on doing what he was being paid for.
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Summer Girl, Winter Boy:
Jai Winter is trying to do the right thing, even though he knows it’s wrong. Forced to participate in kinky sex games, the renowned model spends his spare moments creating an impressive list of suicide options. Until a snowy day provides a bit of Summer…a pink-haired burst of sunshine with a ready smile. What begins as the hottest sex of his life turns into a ray of hope.
Summer Dey has baggage of her own—literally. Having spent eighteen months in South America trying to escape a shocking accident, Summer finds an illegal nightmare hidden in her suitcase. She doesn’t want to put Jai in danger, but his gorgeous face and killer bod prove hard to resist.
Boy meets girl, girl falls for boy, and everything would be perfect if it wasn’t for blackmail, drug dealers and tragic events in both their pasts. Staying together could be their salvation—or their ultimate undoing.
Jai leaned against the stone wall of the bedroom balcony and stared down into an azalea bush. If he’d thought the four-foot drop would kill him, he might have thrown himself over. But with his luck, he’d break his neck on a hidden rock, end up sipping drinks through a straw and employing some poor sod to wipe his backside. Wanking himself into a brief stay in oblivion wouldn’t even be an option.
Not that he could be arsed to do that, these days. He lacked energy and inclination. His cock didn’t belong to him anymore. Nor did the rest of his body. The only time he felt at peace was when his mind was numb, and he didn’t much care how he made that happen, whatever drugs or alcohol he could lay his pathetic hands on.
I am such a fucking mess.
When he heard the creak of the bedroom door opening behind him, he made sure he didn’t react, but disgust with both himself and the person approaching coiled in his belly like a fat black mamba. He’d toyed with wedging a chair under the door handle, but what could only be a brief act of defiance wasn’t worth the consequences.
A slender hand slid onto his hip and dark-red nails pressed into the skin above his square-cut swim trunks. If he’d been on the seventh floor, would he have jumped? Taken the bitch with him? She danced her fingers ’round to sweep over his cock and his hands tightened on the stone wall. Yes, I fucking would.
“Don’t you look and feel delicious, darling,” Marta whispered. She kept her hand outside his trunks and ran her thumb back and forth over the head of his shaft then down to the root, where she traced the shape of the ring trapping his cock. “Good boy, you put it on.”
Because he’d known what would happen if he didn’t. Everything was about consequences. She’d ordered boxes of different sizes and types over the Internet until she’d found the perfect fit. Once he was erect, the presence of a discrete flexible ring around the base of his cock kept him that way whether he liked it or not.
“You’re such a good boy,” she purred into his ear.
Jai imagined himself wagging his tail like a pampered dog. If she patted him on the head he’d bite her, except the cow would probably love it.
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Kate Snow's had enough of bad boys until a one-way swim in the ocean puts her on a collision course with a man she can't resist. Charlie Storm has turned being a bad boy into an art form. Already a famous pop star, mega-success in the movie business beckons until his inner demons send him spiraling out of control and right out to sea. The last thing he expects to do before he dies is crash into a suicidal woman.When the worlds of these two strangers collide, their lives take an upward twist. In surviving the waves, they find they can't stand to be apart, in or out of bed. Kate seizes a chance for happiness, seeing in Charlie a man she can finally trust to love her. Charlie can't let go of Kate because she's the only woman able to see the man he wants to be.But the price of fame is high and when the world wants to drive them apart, life only seems safe in Kate's bed.
“Look at me, Kate.”
She raised her eyes to his.
“What do you see?”
She thought for a moment. “You’ve got a spot.”
Charlie gave a snort of laugher. “You’re not supposed to tell the fifth-sexiest man in UK, he’s got a spot.”
“Who voted? Senior citizens?”
“I really want to fuck you.” He growled in his throat.
“I really want to be in Hawaii, but we don’t always get what we want.”
“Fuck me and I’ll take you to Hawaii.”
“That’s what Richard said.”
Charlie sighed in frustration. “I’m nothing like Dickhead.”
Kate cast her eyes over his face. “No, he never had spots.”
Charlie glared. “I’ve been under a lot of stress and you’re not helping. Go and put on your wedding dress.”
“So I can take it off.”
“You could have at least thought about it,” he complained.
“I’m going to bed.” Kate jumped up. If she stayed any longer, she’d be unable to resist him. “I’ll get you some sheets and pillows.”
But when she turned away from the cupboard in the hall, he stood right behind her.
“Can I sleep with you?”
She brushed past him. “The couch is comfortable.”
He leaned in the doorway as Kate made up the bed.
“I won’t hurt you,” Charlie said.
Kate struggled with a pillowcase. How could he not? He’d sleep with her and dump her.
“You’re right,” he said in a dull voice. “I would hurt you. I hurt everyone I touch. Keep away from me. I’ll leave first thing tomorrow.”
“Charlie.” She wanted to go to him, put her arms around him, but knew what would happen if she did.
He fidgeted, biting his nails, then rubbed his neck. “Why should I think I’ve changed because I didn’t die when I expected to? I’m still the same fucked-up wanker I’ve always been.”
“Then prove you can change.”
“No more cigarettes, alcohol or drugs. No sleeping with someone just because you can.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Fine. Go ahead and kill yourself. Don’t make a mess in my apartment.”
Charlie laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“And you’re not?”
“Help me,” he muttered. “Please.”
“What do you want me to do? Chain you up?”
“I wouldn’t mind being handcuffed to your bed.”
He’d moved closer. Kate backed away and bumped into the wall.
“What’s the matter? Run out of smart comments?” His face stopped inches from hers.
“Just thinking maybe I wouldn’t mind handcuffing you to my bed,” she said.
She didn’t miss the spark in his eyes. Kate ducked under his arm and stepped into the hall. “Then I know I’d be safe on the couch.”
She shut herself in the bathroom. Her heart hammered as she cleaned her teeth. She might as well juggle with knives as flirt with an expert like Charlie Storm. She was going to bleed. It was only a matter of time.
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Five little-known facts about Barbara:
I used to sell cyanide for a living! I worked as the export manager (I might be exaggerating the importance of my position there a little but I was the only one doing the paperwork!!!) for a heat treatment company. Cyanide is used to harden steel. We sold most of it to Sweden. My shortest ever job lasted one night shift in a service station on a motorway. Soul destroyingly boring.
I started off my writing life on fan fiction, but it wasn’t called that then. I filled my school jotters (notebooks) with stories set in the world of TV programs like Hawaii Five O and Star trek with me as the heroine, of course. I suspect that had I had a better understanding of what I needed to do to write scripts, I’d have liked to be a script writer. I love writing dialogue. I wrote my first novel when I was in my early twenties. It’s still in the bottom of my wardrobe. I did sent it to publishers and the kindest comment I had back was – it’s very dark. So now it rests in the dark.
I never shop. I hate it with a passion. My husband does all the grocery shopping. If I HAVE to go into the supermarket, I need to get out as fast as I can. I only ever buy what I need and leave. Husband could browse for England. I don’t like shopping for clothes, shoes etc either. Really, I should just live naked but it would freak out the neighbors.
My husband cuts my hair. It’s a simple style and he’s good at it and I don’t like going to the hairdresser. I think I was damaged by a trip to an expensive one when I first went to university and came out with a pudding basin bob. It was awful. I’d only gone in for a trim. I still grit my teeth when I think about it. Less fortunately I also dye my own hair and I have had a few disasters. I was known for a while by the family as The Skunk. Not the smell, I hasten to add, just the stripe down the back of my head.
I love running. I run to music. I run first thing in the morning when no one can see me and laugh. I’m not fast. BUT – I had to stop almost two years ago because I had a pain in my hip when I’d done. That pain didn’t let up and I ended up being diagnosed with arthritis in my joint. By the time you read this – assuming anyone is – I’ll either be in hospital having my hip replaced or I’ll be waiting to go in or in recovery. I want to run again. I really hope I’ll be able to. I’m a bit worried about the op because I have a blood clotting disorder so if I don’t make it – it’s been fun! Thank you!
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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.
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