Friday Featured Author – Barbara Elsborg

Barbara Elsborg lives in Kent in the south 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.

The Story of Us

Two boys. One love. Ten summers.

Are you okay?
The first words Zed says to Caspian, and the first time someone has cared about the answer. On a hot summer’s day, the lives of two boys are changed forever. A rebel and a risk taker, Caspian doesn’t give a damn for the consequences. Studious and obedient, Zed is the good boy who is never good enough.

The two couldn’t be more different, but there’s one thing they share, a need to belong to someone who understands them, someone who cares. Their friendship goes deeper than either can possibly imagine. They’re young, in love, and planning their future when an act of betrayal tears them apart.

Fate deals its hand. Seasons pass. Zed’s words follow Caspian through pain, fear and into the darkest of places. Friendships can last a lifetime, even when the world conspires to crush them. But this is more than friendship. This is love and they’re not going to let it slip through their fingers.

The Story of Us is a tale of love and survival, and the triumph of good over evil against the odds. It’s a new adult contemporary romance that deals with family and social issues. There is violence and cruelty to children but not sexual assault. The story has sexual situations, dark elements and suspense. The events and locations are a mixture of real and fictional. The characters are fictional.

Release Date: October 30th 2018

Length: Kindle Edition, 435 pages

Genre: M/M Romance

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Caspian watched the boy walking down the field. The wood he’d emerged from at the top of the slope belonged to Caspian’s father, as did the field he was tramping through, and the wood he was heading towards. He was a similar build to Caspian, tall and skinny, and wearing light grey cargo shorts and a plain pale blue T-shirt that looked too big for him. A bottle of water dangled from his fingers.

As the trespasser drew nearer, Caspian leaned out of the window of his treehouse to get a better look. The boy seemed sad, not just miserable but bowed down with the weight of unhappiness, his whole body screaming with it.

Sad boy in blue

You cry with white loneliness

For technicolour hopes and dreams

Your future grey

Unless you find the sun

Worth the effort of writing that down? No. It was rarely worth the effort.

Caspian climbed down the ladder and moved closer to where the strange boy would enter the wood. When Caspian spotted him about twenty metres ahead, he slipped behind a sycamore tree and watched.

The dark-haired boy put the water bottle in the pocket of his shorts, then dragged a fallen branch to a clearing. He dropped it and went for another one. What’s he doing? What’s he humming? Caspian’s father would be furious if anyone lit a fire on his property, especially in the middle of a wood when there’d been no rain for weeks.

But the branches the boy was collecting were too big for a fire. Though maybe he didn’t know that. Or maybe he wanted to burn the wood down. That wasn’t going to happen. Caspian wouldn’t let him. He loved these trees.

He waited until the boy was heading away from him, then shinned up the tree he’d hidden behind. As the boy came back, he headed straight for Caspian’s hiding place. Realising he might have been seen, Caspian reached for a higher branch. As he tried to pull himself up, the branch broke, and he crashed back to a fork in the trunk with a gasp of pain as he scraped his knee.

“Are you okay?” the boy called from below him.

“Too-wit too-woo.”

The response was a laugh. “That was a really good impression of a flamingo.

But flamingos don’t live up trees.”

Caspian grinned and looked down at him. “How do you know?”

“Well, that’s true. I’m not an expert on flamingos, but you’re obviously rare because you’re not pink.”

“I’m extremely rare. One of a kind.”

“Ah, right.”

“What are you doing with those logs?”

“Building a den.”

“Why?” Caspian asked.

“To hide from flamingos, obviously.”

Caspian’s smile widened. “Now I know about it, you’re doomed.”

There was a pause before the boy spoke again. “Want to help me make it?”

“I think I might be stuck.”

“Will the fire brigade come out for a flamingo?”

You’re funny.

The boy started to climb. A moment later, he was standing on a limb close to Caspian, steadying himself by holding onto an overhead branch. His eyes… Wow.

Blue with a dark line around the iris. Caspian had never seen eyes like that before.

“There’s a branch just behind you. You need to reach out with your left hand, grab it, and push yourself up so you can untwist, and you’ll free your foot.”

Caspian leaned back and looked up. “I can’t stretch that far.” He probably could but he was interested to see what the boy did.

“You’re disappointingly unbendy.”

“What! My flamingo knees bend backwards. You can’t get more bendy than that.”

“That’s not your knee, that’s your ankle, flamingo.”

Caspian gasped when the boy swung round and ended up straddling a branch above him. He leaned down and looked so exotic surrounded by leaves, as if he were some strange woodland creature, that Caspian froze, not wanting to spoil the moment.

“I’ll pull you up, but you need to hug the trunk the moment you’re upright or we’ll both fall.”

He reached down and Caspian grabbed his hand. A moment later, Caspian was on his feet clutching the trunk. A moment after that, the two of them were on the ground. Same height. Same build. But this boy had smooth olive skin, hair darker than his, and those amazing eyes. Then he smiled and Caspian was lost. Not just lost but lost forever. Something inside him opened up, burst into life and the breath caught in his throat.

This is the boy I want.


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