Monday, February 25, 2013

VBT: Guest Blogger Barbara Elsborg

I’m one of those annoying people who if someone says – we need a flashlight – I can open my purse and find one. I feel the need to be prepared for every eventuality and I suspect that’s fed nicely into my writing. My husband likes to tell the story of how we were shopping together and he was going on and on – as he does – about the price of some item from the grocery store, and I said – what would we do if a plane crashed on the parking lot? Or my other big one – what should I do if a wall of water rushed at us? His answer to the first was – die. His answer to the second – run and then die. But not in my mind. In my head, I’m working out where I’d hide, what I’d do, how I’d try to save others etc etc. Always the noble heroine!

I like to put my characters in difficult situations and then figure out ways to extricate them and I wonder if in my head, I fear being in those situations without any clue how to survive. If I’ve already thought about what I’d do if I was trapped in a shark infested sea, I’d have a better chance of survival – right? Please let me live with the delusion!

In The Princess and the Prepper, my heroine is half naked in a snow storm, having been dumped from a truck. What would I do? Same as Lili does. Walk as far as I could and hope for the best. There was no way she could have been prepared for what happened, though she might have avoided getting stranded if she’d thought before she acted.

Somewhere in between two extremes is where most people lie. We can’t be prepared for every eventuality but we should all take steps to ensure our own safety and well being and that of our family and friends. Or marry a guy who has everything under control so you don’t need to bother. Sadly, my husband really has no clue what to do if an alien knocked on the door, or if giant cockroaches invaded our house. So I have to lie awake worrying….

The Princess and the Prepper    
by Barbara Elsborg
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Category(ies): Adventure, Comedy
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: December 22, 2012
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 31,000

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Lili knows she shouldn’t accept a lift from a stranger, but as usual, she leaps from one disaster to another. The consequence is being stuck in the middle of a snowy nowhere wearing next to nothing, and this time, being unprepared looks likely to kill her.

Grant lives in an isolated cabin for a reason. He’s prepared for almost every eventuality. The last thing he wants is some needy person interfering with his ordered life. When he gets into bed with a woman he rescued from certain death—just to warm her up, of course—Grant discovers something else he’s not prepared for. His heart opening.

A match made in heaven, until secrets come knocking. Lili is not just a simple woman in need of shelter, and unless she can survive dealing with her background, it doesn’t seem possible the happiness that’s fallen out of a blizzard can heal Grant’s own past.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.


I’m going to die. It was a surprise to find herself so calm. But it was the truth. She was going to die. No way would she last more than a few minutes in these temperatures. Her body was already chilling, her teeth chattering, the cold seeping into her designer boots. Blinking snow from her lashes, she hugged herself, tucking her fingers under her arms, the wind biting into her with sharp teeth. The road showed no tracks from a vehicle, other than the one she’d fallen from. She swiveled in a circle, checking for any signs of life. All she saw was a long, empty road lined with pine trees. 

Lili gritted her teeth and set off after the truck. Maybe it had stopped around the corner and he was teaching her a lesson. Dieter was always teaching her lessons. Every breath she took was like inhaling shards of ice. At least her feet were dry but that wouldn’t last. These boots weren’t made for walking. Wasn’t that a song? Weren’t made or were made? Hardly before she’d completed the thought, a heel snapped. She stumbled and then limped on. Warm, fur-lined boots lay in her suitcase. She’d stuffed her gloves in her coat pocket. Why hadn’t she thought to grab her bag from the car before she begged a lift? 

She knew why. She’d have been forced to wait until Dieter unlocked it, and then he’d have stopped her with words or actions. Leaving everything had been the only way she could escape. 

What had he thought when she’d not come out of the restaurant bathroom? How long had he waited before he’d gone looking for her? Which way had he driven? Might he pull up behind her? What should she do if he did? 

I’d get in his car. What choice do I have? 

Her shaking grew more violent, her body smothered in goose bumps, even, she suspected, her eyes. She’d finally done it, run away, and she’d rather die than go back. Except now that dying was more than a possibility, the word mistake echoed ever more loudly in her head. 

As she grew colder and her steps slowed, her mind wandered to what she wished her life had been. Lili wanted to fill her head with happiness because then dying might not be so hard, but there were so few truly happy memories that depression settled more heavily on her shoulders. She wasn’t a naturally unhappy person. She’d learned early on in life to make the best of any situation, but there was no upside to being half-naked in a snowstorm. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Cold and sadness seeped through her skin and trickled along her veins. 

Somehow she kept moving, hobbling down the road. The longer she could keep going, the more chance she had of surviving. For all she knew there was a house around the next bend. If not that bend, then the next. She wasn’t going to give in until…a wolf stood a few yards in front of her. 

Lili stumbled to a halt. Oh damn. Falling asleep in a snowdrift didn’t sound so bad but being eaten by a wolf? She didn’t fancy that at all. The wolf made a sort of bark-howl and bounded toward her. She tried to form the words, “Nice doggy” but her lips were frozen. She stayed right where she was, closed her eyes, and braced for an attack. When it didn’t happen, she opened her eyes to see the wolf had stopped a couple of feet away. It made the weird noise again. Probably calling for reinforcements. Don’t bother. I’m not much of a meal. She moved around it and carried on down the road. A few steps later she’d convinced herself it hadn’t been there. 

VBT Schedule:Feb 25: Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More (Guest Post)
Feb 27Love in a Book (Guest Post)
Feb 27: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess (Guest Post/Review)
Feb 28BookShelves Of Dreams (Guest Post/Review)
Mar 1Queen of the Night Reviews (Guest Post/Review)

About the Author
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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  1. What a great interview. I love how you, Barbara, incorporate your what-if scenerios into such intensely emotional, excellent paced and smoking reads. From title to ending, I couldn't read Princess and the Prepper fast enough and it's in my re-read pile.

  2. Sounds like you'd be pretty handy in an apocalypse! I'd want a Mary Poppins-type prepper around in a disaster, lol. Great post. Congrats on another release!

  3. Sounds great, Barbara! Good luck with it!

  4. Lovely post, Barbara. I'm not sure what my husband would do if giant cockroaches invaded, but I have this feeling it would involve a shotgun and lots of patching of drywall.
    Thanks for sharing.

    1. I knew I could rely on a man with a gun!!! I might put up with the holes if the bugs explode.

  5. Oh, I'm not that prepared at all. Though I always like to make sure I know where everyone is. My hubby could survive off the land, but I'm not sure what he'd do with aliens. LOL All the best!

  6. Thanks, Jessica. I don't think I'm equipped to survive any sort of disaster. I'm a wimp!

  7. This is on my buy list for this week! And a perfect story too since we're in the middle of our second blizzard in less than a week!

    OMG Shark Infested waters. Did you read about the US Naval boat stuck on the reef, my friend Jon was on that boat. The Navy and Environmental peeps decided to take apart the vessel to preserve the reef, meaning my friends had to wade out on the reef with shotguns to shoot sharks while waiting for rescue!

  8. My plan for emergencies is to work on my vocal chords and scream for help like a little girl.

    Dumped her off in the snow, eh? That's brutal. Sometimes I worry about that sadistic streak in you.