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The Gift



Barbara Elsborg




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The Gift is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2017 by Barbara Elsborg

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The Gift

Kat’s jaw ached. The last time it hurt like this had been after a mammoth smooching session with her first boyfriend. Ten years ago. She’d been fifteen and they’d been hiding behind the bike sheds of their London school. Sadly the current ache in her jaw had nothing to do with kissing.

The moment she’d been levered into the bright pink monstrosity that masqueraded as a bridesmaid’s dress, she’d been forced to smile.

Her hair had been tweaked into a style she hated. Smile.

Her shoes pinched her toes. Smile.

Her so-called professionally applied make-up looked awful. Smile.

She hadn’t smiled nine months ago when her boyfriend Pete had been bewitched by her best friend Jennifer – the definition of friend was still under review. But the smile was back in place again today when the pair married. Kat even smiled when bastard Pete thanked her in his speech for bringing him and Jennifer together. She’d smiled harder when Pete caught her alone in the corridor and tried to give her a drunken kiss. Laughing it off didn’t work. The knee in the crotch did.

As the other five bridesmaids cooed over their gifts of jewellery, Jennifer handed Kat a foot-long narrow package. “A special gift for you.”

Kat forced a laugh from somewhere when she saw what was inside. Then Jennifer gave her one of her looks. One that made Kat feel there was an undercurrent she hadn’t quite grasped. Jennifer didn’t do it often, but something weird always happened after she did.

“Now you’ll have a man in your life,” Jennifer said.

Kat stared at the toy in her hands: a dark haired male doll wearing nothing but a pair of denim shorts. Exactly what Pete had been wearing when he’d opened the door of Kat’s flat to find Jennifer prancing around in her underwear.

“It’s the best I can do.” Jennifer gave her a rueful shrug.

Kat’s jaw was locked into an inane grin.

She couldn’t even let her smile drop in the cab on the way home to Lewisham. The driver was a relative of Pete’s. Only after she’d slammed the door of her flat and shut out the world did Kat let her shoulders droop and her head fall.

That had been the longest day of her life. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. But it was over. She’d promised long ago that she’d be Jennifer’s bridesmaid and she’d kept her word. If only Jennifer had kept the promise they’d made about not stealing each other’s guys.

But Pete had fallen hard for Kat’s best friend. Kat had been shocked, then hurt but to be honest, not actually devastated. She really was over Pete despite the long line of people at the wedding who’d hugged her as if her heart had been broken. It hadn’t. She wasn’t even angry with Jennifer anymore, just a bit disappointed. Though if she’d been truly happy for Jennifer, it would have been easier to smile, wouldn’t it? Kat knew the real reason for her misery was not having a guy of her own.

Well, I do now. Kat looked at the doll in her hand. Action Man. Or GI Joe. One or the other. He was actually quite cute. Square jaw, dark eyes, strong nose and an impressive, ripped physique, if a little cold and stiff. His only imperfection was a small scar under his right eye. Kat rubbed his shorts with her thumb, impressed with the miniature stitching and the little metal studs.

Was he anatomically correct? After unfastening tiny buttons, she eased the shorts over his firm backside and smiled. The first genuine one of the day. A smooth mound. No wedding tackle. Poor asexual Joe. Not the sort of guy Kat needed.

She opened her closet and tossed Joe inside. She needed to fix the light in there. Maybe Joe would do it for her. Ha ha. Kat threw herself down on her bed, beat back the suffocating layers of pink netting that flew up, and closed her eyes. She wished she had a guy to come home to, wished she’d had one at the wedding to sit next to, wished—

The thump was so loud, Kat jolted upright. She held herself taut waiting for another sound, but heard only the bedside clock ticking her life away. It sounded as if the noise had come from inside her closet. Maybe a rail had broken or a shelf had given way and tossed her clothes to the carpet. The perfect end to a perfectly miserable day.

Kat flung open the door to check and found a man lying on the floor. A dark-haired guy wearing denim shorts and nothing else. A full-sized guy. Kat laughed. That extra glass of champagne had not been a good idea. She needed to drink coffee. A lot of it.


Joe Jarvis blinked in dazed confusion. He didn’t think he recognised the tall, slender blonde, but she’d disappeared in a swirl of pink netting too fast for him to be sure. What was she doing in his flat? Joe dropped his head back and stared up at the panel hanging from the ceiling. Ah, now he remembered. The fall had rattled his brain. Not his closet. He was lying in the one on the floor below. He could see part of his through the gap in the ceiling. He’d cut a hole and been checking to see if the floor was strong enough to support a safe.

Well, guess he knew the answer to that. Joe also knew that he shouldn’t move. He could have broken something in the fall. There was a horrible pain in the middle of his back and he swallowed hard, except logic told him that if he’d done something catastrophic to his spine, he wouldn’t be able to feel it. Joe worked in risk assessment. He took a risk and sat up.

He’d been lying on a doll. He chuckled and tossed it aside onto a pile of shoes. Even in the dim light shining down from above, he saw they were all women’s. No men’s. Strappy high heels. Pointy toes. Flowers, Bows. Black. Blue. Ohh, red. His cock unfurled and pressed against the button of his shorts. Guess that hadn’t been broken in the fall either.

Joe undid the snap on his shorts and one button. That was more comfortable. Shit, what am I doing? His gaze fell back on the doll. She had a kid? Husband? Maybe he had his own closet. His cock deflated which was just as well.

He pushed himself to his feet and tentatively stretched. No bones broken. He reached up to check the panel he’d fallen through and slotted it back into place. Not broken, thank goodness. Which helped him out of a bind. He could move it aside, pull himself up back to his flat and no one would ever know what had happened. The woman who’d looked in must not have seen him, or if she had, probably didn’t believe her eyes. Joe wasn’t too happy about the way the building had been constructed. Had they followed safety regs?

The closet door opened and he turned.

“Fucking hell,” the blonde blurted. “I mean, oh my goodness.”

Joe stifled a laugh.

“You’re real. How can you be real? I threw that doll in here, wishing it was a guy and—oh God, so dreams do come true if you’re desperate enough?”

Joe opened his mouth to tell her he’d fallen in from the flat upstairs and she smiled. It was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and in that instant, he was lost, adrift at sea, no land in sight. His mouth went dry and the damn yo-yo in his shorts shot up. She had a cute heart-shaped face with the most kissable lips he’d seen since he arrived in England, curves in all the right places. And she wasn’t freaking out and yelling for the cops because there was a stranger in her closet. Thank Christ.

“The doll didn’t have anything in his shorts, but I can see you do,” she whispered.

Joe’s face heated up. He needed to explain why he’d unfastened the snap and undone a button. Oh fuck. I can’t explain. It happened when I fell. Yeah. That works. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it again because that explanation didn’t work, and she closed in to kiss him. Her soft hands cupped his cheeks and her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips. Of course, now I keep my mouth shut. Joe opened to let her inside and she almost dove into his throat. He tried to chuckle but it came out more like a choked groan. That was fine. She was fine. The kiss was more than fine.

Seductive lips pressed against his. A hot tongue snaked around his mouth, an intrepid explorer of a new world and he hoped she liked what she found.

“Beer.” She lifted her mouth away to sigh the word. “I love your taste.”

His balls tightened. He loved her taste too. Something sweet. Cake? He slid his hands onto her waist. Her dress was… There was too much of her dress. How was he supposed to get his hands on her through miles of scratchy material? And neon pink? Too soon for Halloween. Then he lost his mind inside her mouth and did what he should have done several minutes ago. He kissed her back.

Joe rimmed the soft inner recesses of her mouth, nipped the fleshy pad inside her lower lip, teased with the tip of his tongue and felt her melt. Her hands roamed his back, pulled him closer, her body arching into the kiss as Joe found himself rocking his hips into hers.

“Rip the damn dress off,” she pleaded.

Joe would have loved to have done just that but he was a cautious guy. What if this was some designer creation and he was going to end up with a bill for thousands of dollars? Pounds.

“Please. I hate it,” she groaned.

He slipped his hands into the back and pulled the material hard, heard it tear, kept tugging until the dress sagged on her shoulders. He let her go, she gave a little shimmy and layers of pink dropped to the floor. The bulge in his shorts became more of a problem. He wore no underwear to protect him from the pressure of his fly buttons and the larger his cock grew, the greater his discomfort became. He needed a few more buttons undone, but he wanted her to do the undoing.

She wore underwear, but might as well have not bothered. A strapless white lace bra that pushed her breasts into a dining table. Place set for one. The piece of silky white string wrapped around her hips and passing between her legs could in no way be described as a pair of panties. Natural blonde, then. Joe grinned. He bet her ass was beautiful but he didn’t dare look in case his cock made a successful escape attempt.

Joe dropped his head to her shoulder, nibbled his way to the top of her bra, then licked along the edge of the material. She gulped little throaty breaths that made his cock sing and him forget the press of the buttons. His pulse rate soared. One flip of his fingers and the bra was gone. Joe’s vision blurred for a moment. Raspberry-tipped nipples that looked like little erasers. Blonde curls at the apex of her body. Sugar lips. What to focus on? He was spoilt for choice.


When his hot mouth hovered over one nipple and his fingers poised over the other, Kat’s muscles clenched and unclenched between her thighs, anticipation heightening her desire. Then his soft, wet lips settled on her breast and sucked while his fingers teased the other nipple, tracing a lazy circle around the tip. Kat unravelled in his arms with a throaty gasp. Oh God. She’d never come so fast before.

He caught her to him, held her as she shot upwards on a geyser of sensation, flaming arrows shooing through her body, burning paths of pleasure that slipped into shimmering ripples before they faded away.

What am I on? shouted her head.

More, screamed her brain.

“Wow, hot stuff,” he whispered.

“You can talk?”

He smiled and stroked her cheek. “Did you think you had to pull one of those strings at the back of my neck?”

She laughed. “I love your American accent, Joe.”

“How do you know my name?”

She looked puzzled. “You’re GI Joe.” She touched the scar under his eye.

He’d play along. “GI Joe. US Army. Reporting for duty. This is going to be rough. Can you handle it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you are?”

“Kat.”

“Nice to meet you, Kat.”

“How did you get here? Where did you come from?”

“Why, one minute I was sitting on a shelf in Toys R’ us next to a plush pussycat, the next thing I knew, I was here.”

She smiled.

“You sure have beautiful breasts.”

Kat was sure her cheeks turned bright red. She looked down out of embarrassment and her gaze got stuck. Ooh too tempting. She slid a finger into the opening at the top of his shorts, twirled it around a curl of black hair and heard the hitch in his breath. He reached up and slotted his fingers through the wire shelving above her head. When her fingers brushed his cock, Joe sucked in his cheeks. Kat was torn between gazing into his gorgeous dark eyes and looking down at the pulsing heat source in her hand.

“Play with me,” he croaked.

Kat unfastened the last three buttons on his shorts and his engorged cock popped out like a jack-in-the-box and made her jump. Oh God. He was big. A dark, thick, uncut shaft bobbed in front of her.

“Like what you see?” Joe asked.

“Not much I like better than a guy in shorts. Except maybe a guy out of shorts.”

“We aim to please.”

Kat eased the denim over his hips and the shorts fell to the floor. He kicked them aside. Fuck. She had a six-foot-three naked hunk with broad, muscled shoulders and a long strong legs in her closet. He had a beautiful cock and she knew that any moment, she was going to wake up. Damn it.

“I like what I see,” Joe said in a whisper. “You’re gorgeous.”

A little flame flickered in Kat’s chest. His hands were still wrapped around the shelving and she had a feeling he was letting her set the pace.

She dropped to her knees and caressed the tops of his feet, ran her palms up the back of his calves and felt his muscles tremble. When she stroked the back of his knees, Joe wobbled and laughed. She licked a warm path up his thighs moving from one to the other as his cock swayed inches from her face. Kat spread her hands over the cheeks of his arse and gulped. Small, hard and firm. One slow lick from the root of his cock to the velvety crest to gather up a tiny pearl of precum and he growled. Kat showed him the salty blob sitting on her tongue before she smeared it over her lips.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered.

Kat traced the thick vein at the back of his cock with the tip of her tongue and brought her hands around to stroke his angular hip bones before she touched his shaft. She loved the way the silky outer skin of his cock slid over the rigid core, loved the musky smell, his taste, loved best of all the way he help himself rigid while little gasps and pants kept lurching from his mouth. Kat trailed her tongue over the dark seam down the middle of his heavy sac and gently took his balls into her mouth. She felt the fragile centres dance around her tongue and she hummed.

“Kat, Kat,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

She let him loose. “You’re a soldier. Suck it up.”

He shook as he laughed. “That’s what I hoped you were going to do.”

A swoop over the head of his cock to engulf as much as she could, which frankly wasn’t a lot, and his laughter came to a choked end. Kat moved one hand to the base of his shaft and squeezed as he wrapped her mouth around the silky crown. Short fast sucks. Long, slow swallows. Strong, hard pumps. His fingers threaded her hair as he rocked into her and groaned.

“Oh God, that feels so good. Your hot little mouth… Oh fuck.”

Kat twisted as she pumped, licked as she sucked, varied every action to prolong the sensation of his thick length surging into her, touching her throat. The muscles between her legs clenched in time with each swallow. He dropped his hands to her neck and rested his thumbs there as he fucked her mouth.

“I can feel my cock inside you. Oh Christ, I’m going to come. You want me to pull out?”

Soldiers don’t retreat. Neither did she. Kat tightened her lips in answer. She’d never swallowed before, but she wanted to now. One deep thrust and his cock bottomed out in her throat. She felt his balls tighten and separate, his cock grew larger, warmed, then pulsed. He cried out as he jerked, jetting into the back of her mouth. Kat swallowed every tangy spurt, revelled in each breathy gasp he uttered. She looked up and saw him staring down at her as his orgasm faded. He smiled through panting breaths. A hand reached to brush the hair from her eyes and he withdrew from her mouth.

“Come up here, sweet lips,” he said and pulled her to her feet.

Kat wasn’t sure whether he’d kiss her, whether he’d want to taste himself but his mouth homed in on hers and he consumed her as if he were starving.


Joe’s head was spinning. Had he knocked himself out when he’d fallen through the floor of his closet? Killed himself? Was he dreaming some angel had given him the blow job of a lifetime? Only he was the one she thought wasn’t real. She had this idea he was GI Joe, some toy soldier come to life. But not really, did she? She plastered her hot body against his and Joe wondered why he was wasting time thinking. He had to turn off his analytical brain and go with the flow. Follow his dick and not his head.

One twist of the band around her hips and the thing broke. Her ass was so cute, all soft and curvy. He tugged her against him as he kissed her and his cock perked up. Damn that was fast. It was also impossible. Not that he was complaining. But shit. Joe pushed his knee between hers so she’d open her legs and he slid his hand to paradise.

Hot, wet, heaven. She clutched him tighter, kissed him harder as he played with her swollen folds, letting them slide between his fingers, taking care not to touch her clit no matter how much she squirmed against him. Joe pulled back from her mouth to grab some air. Hard to remember they needed to breathe when the flames were so intense.

“Steady, sweet thing,” he whispered.

He slid one finger deep inside her as he stared into her eyes. She trembled and chewed on her bottom lip. She felt like velvet, soft liquid heat and so wet she dripped down his hand. Joe pulled his finger back, rubbed the tight nub of her clit and she came apart in his arms, her legs giving way. If he hadn’t been holding her, she’d have fallen. He adored that he’d done that, adored her.

Christ, that’s a bit fast, a bit strong. But he did. Joe didn’t rush into things. He was Mr Cautious but he wanted her on a bed, wanted to sink himself deep inside her and fuck her again and again.

His cock was nudging between her legs when he came to his senses. No condom. Damn his fucking shorts. Condom in his wallet, but his wallet was in his pants hanging a few inaccessible feet above his head. He could always pull out at the last minute but it only took one little breaststroker to make it through and turn him into a daddy. Joe knew the odds. Calculating odds was his life.

“I’m on the pill.”

Pop. The sound of his willpower disintegrating.

“I’m clean. I…I’ve never not…” Joe gave up. The words weren’t coming out right.

Kat grabbed the wire shelf behind her head and hoisted her legs around his hips. Joe hoped the shelves were firmly fixed, that the right screws had been used, then caught sight of heaven and stopped worrying. He slipped one hand under her backside and used the other to guide his cock into place. He looked so big and she looked so small. Christ. His cock head nudged against her wet folds and he dipped a little way in and out.

“Joe!” she pleaded.

With one push he watched his cock slide deep inside her, her blonde curls snug against his black and his lungs locked. Unintelligible sounds were coming from both of them until Joe managed to make sense.

“That’s so good,” he groaned.

He put his other hand under her backside to support her and she wrapped her legs around his hips and dragged him deeper when he thought there was no deeper to go. She was tight and hot and so sexy, Joe wanted to keep pushing, wanted more than his cock inside her. He wanted his entire body to be inside her which didn’t make any sense. He dropped his head to her nipple and licked it. A lick turned to a suck and as he began to canter his hips into her, he pulled on her nipple in time to the thrust of his cock.

A little cry fluttered from her mouth as he let her breast go, but his cock was in charge of his brain now, shunting in firm, swift strokes as his orgasm built.

“Hold tight, sweetheart.” He watched her hands clutch harder at the shelf, knuckles whitening under the strain and felt her legs tighten around him. Not just her legs.

Joe pounded into her, the friction around his cock winding him towards oblivion. It was the flush across her breast that tipped him over the brink. Her muscles clenched around his cock as he came. Ah God. How can I be this lucky?

The ache in his balls dissipated in a wild rush of pleasure as cum erupted from him into her. He wrenched her away from the rail and she flung her arms around his neck for the last moments of the ride. Joe wished he could stay inside her forever.

He pulled her tight into his arms as her legs slid down his body, then rained kisses all over her face, her forehead, down her nose, along the line of her chin, down her lovely neck.

“Mission accomplished,” he whispered.

This mission.”

“I’m always ready for action.”

“Will you come again?”

He laughed. “Give me a minute or two.”

Kat frowned. “I mean, if I put the doll in the closet.”

“Ah, yeah. Sure.” Oh shit.

“It isn’t just magic for one night?”

His heart began to thump. “Not if you don’t want it to be.”

She smiled and pulled away. “See you tomorrow night, Joe.”

Kat closed the closet door and he exhaled. What the fuck? He grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. The doll lay where he’d thrown it and he put it on top of her white bra before he hoisted himself up back through the ceiling. He lay on the floor of his closet to replace the panel and the square of wood he’d cut out for the safe. Then he sat with his back to his closet door and ran his fingers through his hair.

What the hell had that been about? Did she really think he was a doll come to life? Was she crazy?

With sex like that, did he care?

Actually, he found that he did.



Joe couldn’t keep the story bottled up any longer. He stood in the pub having a drink with his friend Ken and told him everything. Ken’s jaw dropped.

“Fuck a duck,” he gasped. “So she thinks you’re an action figure come to life?”

Joe nodded. “Insane, isn’t it?”

“You lucky bastard.”

Joe nodded harder. Yes and no.

Ken grinned. “Think I should buy a Barbie and throw her in my closet?”

Joe glared. “I’m serious, Ken. What the fuck am I going to do? She doesn’t think I exist outside the closet.”

“You sure that’s what she thinks? She hasn’t seen you in the building, knows you live above her and is pulling your leg?”

“I’ve never seen her before. She really believes I’m GI Joe. I’ve got the denim shorts, the hair, same little scar under my eye. Only while his was no doubt inflicted in some fight with an enemy soldier, I got mine when I took a nose dive on a building site I was inspecting. God, she’s gorgeous. Breasts I could suffocate in, eyes I don’t want to stop looking into, an ass I could… Yeah, well.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I’m not GI Joe. I’m Joe Jarvis, risk assessor from Boulder, Colorado, over here for a year on secondment. I didn’t step off a shelf in a toy store. I’ve got a past and I’d like a future with her.”

“Go knock on her door.”

All the blood drained from Joe’s head. “But what if she only wants the dream?”

Ken rolled his eyes. “Take a risk, Joe.”


Kat had opened and closed the door of her closet so many times the following day she made the hinges creak in annoyance. The action figure remained where she’d left it with shorts unbuttoned, posed next to one of her stilettos. She closed the door and sighed. So he wasn’t going to come. Kat had gone through so many theories as to how he’d managed to get inside her flat and dismissed all but one.

He was a burglar.

Of course, that left her with the difficulty of explaining his lack of clothes apart from the shorts. But what other explanation could there be? Unless he really was GI Joe and this was magic. Ha! Was Jennifer that weird? There had been those odd things that had happened, but—no! Yet Joe had the same scar, the same muscular body, the same shorts as the doll. Kat slammed the heel of her hand against her forehead. Maybe she’d imagined the whole thing including today’s aching muscles.

Only one way to find out.

One flight of stairs away, there was the answer.

Kat took a deep breath before she left her flat and walked up the stairs. Another deep breath before she could bring herself to knock on the door. In her other hand, she clutched GI Joe. Before an overload of anxiety of thinking too hard sent her fleeing back down the stairs, she knocked.

A woman answered. Small, petite, long dark hair. Wedding ring on her finger. Oh no. Kat turned to ice.

“Yes?” the woman asked.

“Sorry, wrong flat.”

Kat turned and went back down the stairs. She couldn’t face looking at her closet door so she kept walking.


Joe stood outside Kat’s apartment, his heart pounding. Before he could even knock, the door opened and a harassed looking guy came out.

“What?” the guy snapped.

“Do… Do you live here?” Joe asked.

“Yes. Why?”

Joe took in the Are you a moron? glare and backed off. “Sorry, wrong apartment.”

He paused at the stairs and instead of going up to his place, he walked down in a daze.

Outside on the street, he took a deep breath. His hands were shaking. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Anger that she’d tricked him? Or regret? He jolted as the guy he’d just spoken to emerged behind him with a woman and a little boy. The woman wasn’t Kat. Had she moved out? Joe started to follow them and stopped. He didn’t need a fist in his face. He needed Kat.

Almost as though thinking her name had brought her into his line of sight, Joe saw her. She stood outside the door of the building across the street, holding GI Joe by the arm. Joe forgot to look both ways. Forgot to check again just in case. Forgot he wasn’t supposed to be a real man. He rushed across the street and then froze in front of her.

“I went to your flat.” They both spoke at the same time and laughed in sync.

“You live over there?” she asked.

“And you live over here?”

Kat gulped. “One I’d convinced myself you weren’t a burglar with a spare set of keys, I decided you’d come through the ceiling of my closet from the floor of yours.”

“I did so this doesn’t make sense. We don’t live in the same building.”

He reached up to rake his fingers through his hair and Kat caught hold of his hand.

“No, it doesn’t but assuming we haven’t both gone mad at the same time, does it matter?”

Anxiety was written all over her lovely face. Joe smiled and pulled her into his arms and kissed her, the doll pressed between them. His erection grew larger by the second.

“Come upstairs to my place,” Kat whispered. “Do you think we can get to yours from mine? Is there some slip in the time continue whatsit?”

“What the hell is that?”

She chuckled. “I have no idea.”

Kat tugged him by the hand, up the stairs, into her apartment and over to her closet. Somehow Joe wasn’t surprised to find the ceiling panel firmly fixed in place and the beams above untouched.

“Not going to work anymore, hot lips,” he said.

Kat pouted. “Damn, and I was going to see what happened if I put two action figures in there.”

Joe laughed. “Does this mean the magic’s gone from our relationship?”

Kat grinned. “Take off those shorts, soldier, and let’s see.”


The End




About the Author


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.

If you’d like to hear about future releases please ask to be put on her mailing list. She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted at barbaraelsborg@gmail.com


Books

There are a few linked books in this list but all can be read as stand-alones.


Contemporary MFs

Strangers

Summer Girl Winter Boy

Kiss a Falling Star

An Ordinary Girl

Perfect Timing (Bedlingham brothers book 1)

Something About Polly (Bedlingham brothers book 2)

Doing the Right Thing (Mansell brothers book 1)

Finding the Right One (Mansell brothers book 2)

Digging Deeper

The Princess and the Prepper (novella)

Snow Play (novella)

On the Right Track (novella)


Short Stories (MF)

Saying Yes

The Bad Widow

The Gift

Dragon Race

Two Birds, One Stone


Short Stories (MM)

Zeke’s Wood


Romantic Suspense (MF)

Chosen

Crossing the Line


Contemporary MMs

Cowboys Down

With or Without Him

Give Yourself Away

With or Without Him

Falling (Fall and Break book 1)

Breaking (Fall and Break book 2)

Drawn In

Dirty Games


Paranormal MMs

Dirty Angel

Bloodline (Norwood book 2)

The Demon You Know (Norwood book 3)


Contemporary MMFs

Anna in the Middle

Susie’s Choice

Girl Most Likely to

Talking Trouble

Just What She Wants (novella)


Paranormal MFs and MMFs

Perfect Trouble MF

Power of Love MF

Kiss Interrupted MF

Jumping in Puddles MF (Norwood book 1)

Rocked MMF

The Small Print MMF

Worlds Apart MMF

The Consolation Prize MF (Trueblood book 1)

Falling for You MF (Trueblood book 2)

Lightning in a Bottle MF ((Trueblood book 3)

The Misfits MMF (Trueblood book 4)

Fight to Remember MMF (Trueblood book 5)

Lucy in the Sky MF (sci fi)

Taking Stock MMF (sci fi)

Just One Bite MF novella




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