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Sue London Goes International

Thanks to my friend Sandy Raven there is a Sue London book translated to German!!

Sandy and I did a two-book crossover back in 2017 where we named our fun novellas after the old Tammy movies. Our books are named after movies they doesn’t have much in common with, so it is more of an homage. Our heroines are cousins, who happen to also be cousins with characters in each of our main series.

Do you know the Tammy movies? They’re adorable. In the movie ‘Tammy & the Doctor’, Peter Fonda plays Los Angeles doctor who falls for a Mississippi girl (Debbie Reynolds) working as a nurse’s aide in his hospital. ‘Tammy & the Bachelor’ has Debbie Reynolds as an unsophisticated young woman from the Mississippi swamps falls in love with an unconventional southern gentleman – played by Leslie Nielsen!

Meanwhile, if you read German you should be able to get these two books soon!

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To Woo a Rake (Sneak Peek)

cover To Woo a Rake

To Woo a Rake is book 10 of 18 in the Wicked Widows’ League series, which are coming out at the fancy clip of one a week! Today brought us Scoundrel for Sale by Courney McCaskill. You can check out the whole series on Amazon at this link. The first book is free! Check your favorite platform for the series.



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Chapter One


Sarah Pelham was, she liked to think, the responsible sister. She made all of the wise and prudent choices that her older sister Georgiana never had. She married young to an older, respected gentleman in their county. She wanted to be nearby in case her younger siblings needed her, you see. She wanted to settle into the life of a country doyenne, surrounded by children and enjoying the indulgences of a husband who realized how lucky he was to have her.

Life, however, hadn’t turned out as Sarah planned.

First, her father moved to London, taking her siblings with him. That left her nonplussed and rusticating in the country with a husband whose only interests seemed to be hunting and tobacco. Henry Pelham had not by any measure been an ogre, but he’d been a bore and felt no need to dote on her in any way. That led to the loneliest three years of her life, her interminable days only broken by the rare visits of other country matrons who did not, it turned out, have much in common with a young childless woman they still saw as a child herself. Her mother’s reputation didn’t help, of course. She thought half of the biddies merely came to gather fodder for gossip. Oh, whatever was to happen to her poor, widowed father now that his mad wife passed? 

In many ways Sarah couldn’t blame her father’s retreat to Town.

Then, sadly, her husband Henry died in a hunting accident. It was only then that Sarah learned how truly vulnerable she was under the law. Having died without issue, his estate was inherited by a brother who had his own family, and thus absolutely no use for Sarah. She was given her widow’s share and roughly shoved aboard a coach bound for London, as though an unwanted piece of furniture bound for distant relatives. It was beyond lowering.

That was two months ago. She’d felt shattered from the abject failure of her life to go as intended, but less so about the loss of her husband, which made her sad in itself. Families should be about love, about connection. Now she was in her father’s London townhouse, which should have felt like a relief, but somehow she couldn’t shake her loneliness, as though it had become a habit.

Worse yet, one of her dearest friends had come to call today as soon as she learned Sarah was in Town. Samantha Walters had grown up in Derbyshire with her, and they’d been close after their older sisters left home. Samantha, however, recently became betrothed to Justin Miller, the boy who used to follow her in the fields back home and now served as a Parliamentary clerk for the Earl of Harington. Sarah wanted to be happy for Sam, but it broke her heart all over again to see someone so ebullient, so sure of their future happiness. It only served to remind her how foolish she’d been when she married Henry. She’d once had dreams, had been sure of her choices and future happiness, but now she just felt hollow.

“Oh, I’ve been prattling on about myself, haven’t I?” Sam asked in a rush. She bent forward and took Sarah’s hands in her own. “I’m just so pleased that you’re in Town, and obviously far too pleased with myself.”

Sarah squeezed her friend’s hands. “You have every reason to be pleased with yourself. As for me, I will get on, I suppose.”


Kit Wilkins was not at all pleased with himself. Or pleased with much of anything, really. His collar was too starched, his cravat too tight, and his dinner jacket almost made it impossible to raise his fork high enough to reach his mouth. He knew his attitude bordered on surly, but love of his dear mama kept it from showing on his face. Anyone looking upon Kit, better known as Lord Christopher Wilkins, younger son of an earl and now younger brother of an earl, would only see a pleasant mien. It had been six months since papa’s death and he was expected to be out in Society. Better yet, he was supposed to be quite serious about convincing some poor maiden to marry him.

The very idea set his teeth on edge.

Mama always accused him of being born old, as though there was something wrong with enjoying a slower pace. Left to his own devices he preferred a bucolic life, clothes one could actually breathe in and endless acres to ramble about on. One of his greatest fears was that his brother, who enjoyed a fast life, would do something tragic and leave Kit with the responsibility of all this.

This, at present, was an enormous supper party. His brother Isaac was perfectly at home in these environs, and Isaac’s wife Judith fairly bloomed under these conditions. Good. They could have it all. His greatest fear on the marriage mart was somehow being shackled to one of these young women who enjoyed such displays. The profusion of candles and lamps needed to light the room made Kit feel stifled, but Judith simply glowed. Isaac was nothing but smiles and conviviality.

The dining partner on Kit’s left bumped him with a rather sharp elbow. Were it anyone else, Kit would assume it was an accident.

“What is it, War?” he murmured to his friend.

“You were about to stare a hole through our hosts, so I thought it best to distract you,” the rather aptly named Lord Warner Sharpe answered while casually buttering some tidbit on his plate. War was angular to the point of sharpness, and blessed with the long dark hair and dark eyes of a soulful poet. Poetry, however, was not what lurked in his heart.

“Yes,” Kit said dryly, “you are always the best judge of who is being most unpleasant.”

“It’s always me,” War answered with some savage pleasure, “but after me it is always you. Talk to Henny, that will cheer you up.”

Sharpe was referring to Lord Henry Greer, seated to Kit’s right. The three of them became best mates almost the instant they started school, and Judith was kind enough to seat Kit between his two friends this evening. He wasn’t sure if it was because his sister in law had some empathy for his feelings, or simply wanted to ensure he wouldn’t say something untoward to another attendee. 

He’d certainly been quite clear the day before during a family coze that he didn’t want to stay in Town and take to the social whirl. His mother had been shocked by his determination, since a mere handful of years before he’d been a darling of the ton. A young man, however, could flirt and tease a bit without expectation of marriage. Now that he was five and twenty, with the glaring possibility of inheritance should his sibling not procreate, every young woman in his orbit would be dangling for a marriage proposal.

He certainly didn’t need his mother to know he had quite the reputation as a rake, as well. More than one liaison with a willing widow had ended with the lady’s tearful condemnation of his heartlessness. It was just such a relationship three years ago that sent him even more hastily to his ill father’s side at their country house. The woman was incensed at the end of their relationship and promised to exact her revenge. He’d waited in some trepidation for news that shredded his reputation to tatters, but it never came.

Meanwhile, the quiet time spent reading aloud to his bedridden father and living a simpler life changed something in him. London was entertaining, but Leicestershire made something in his heart finally unfurl. It gave him a settled sense of place that he’d never had before.

Sitting here between his two best friends, however, reminded him of how fun London could be, if you didn’t have the expectations of family responsibility hanging over your head.

He jabbed Henny in the side much as War had done him. “Are you going to sit there mooning over Miss Barshaw or talk to her sometime this evening?”

His friend flashed a smile. “I’m not mooning, I simply find her enchanting.”

“Well, if you keep making it so obvious then her mama will have you fitted for your wedding clothes before you can blink.”

That startled a laugh from Henny. Greer was as fair as Sharpe was dark. His golden locks and cornflower blue eyes made the maidens sigh over him. Kit had the least noteworthy coloring of the three of them, with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes.

“There is no one here that these young ladies would rather marry than you,” his friend assured him with a grin.

That was exactly what Kit feared.


Straw & Needle

A hearty congratulations to my Graythorn Publishing sibling K.A. Silva! Have you always loved the land of Oz, but you’ve grown up? Do you love magic and mystery and queer representation? Then this is the series for you!

STRAW SOUL is here! Needle & Straw book 2 available in ebook and paperback! A dark, romantic urban fantasy. The land of Oz is real and far more dangerous than any kid’s book!

Scarecrow had been torn apart before, unstuffed, tortured—but none of that hurt as much as the fear that his beloved Theo can’t possibly love a man of straw and fabric.
Dorothy’s ghost is haunting him, demanding the impossible.
Could he really be a creature of dark, ancient magic—a threat to the witch he loves?

Theo will never subject her sweet Scarecrow to her family’s judgement. But when he goes missing, their Norwegian faery tales may hold her only hope of saving him!
Can she survive the dark nights of Imber, when evil spirits ride?

The evil witches may be gone from Oz, but something nasty is afoot. Young Ozma Tip must root out the horror from her land—even if it means risking a fight with an old enemy!
Will her magic be enough to escape a dangerous realm?

Cover illustration by Sandra Chang-Adair


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Can I Get a Witness?

Sue is getting her website ready for the 10th anniversary of her first book, Trials of Artemis, which officially happens on May 13th! She is posting some lovely reviews of her books from over the years as part of the update. You can see them cycling at the bottom of her front page, or check them all out on her reviews page.

If you’ve read her books and not reviewed them, it’s never too late! She’d love to see some fresh reviews on the platform of your choice. And don’t forget that she loves a funny critical review just as much as a complimentary one, although it is less likely to be featured here!

Ok, writing about myself in the third person feels weird.

Thanks to everyone who has written a review over the years! I’ve read them all and appreciate them more than you can know.

If you’d like to make sure your review gets added to the site just post a comment below with a link to where I can find it on the internet.

Meanwhile, WordPress calls the page Testimonials and when I need someone to testify I start singing “CAN I GET A WITNESS?” Thus the title to this post and, well, here’s the video. Enjoy!


Social Media & Whatnot

Times, they are a-changing. My Twitter seems to have imploded, so we will see if this blog post makes it there. I’d just accepted that blogging was the way I could reach the most people, and then Amazon removed blog feeds from author pages. I am basically the human version of the shrug emoji right now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Meanwhile, my writing output has gone through the roof, which is always an exciting moment in an author’s life. Along with finishing the seventh book in the Haberdashers series, Justice for Sisyphus, I am mostly done with the eighth book, Loving Echo. That will conclude Act II of the series. I also completed a really long novella, so if you’ve been a fan of Bobbins in my series, you won’t want to miss Secrets of the Season.

If you’re hunting for me on social media, or really anywhere, I try to keep all of my updated information on my Linktree. You can find my pre-orders link at the top, then my author stuff, and then all my social media links. Stay in touch if you can! I miss being able to chat on Twitter. None of the other places I’m posting have as much interaction.

Because the algorithm loves pictures, and also because I love my raspberry Casimir tea.

omg, the stats on this post would make any romance writer giggle:

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Catching Up With the Haberdashers

Today the seventh book in the Haberdashers series, Justice for Sisyphus, hits the virtual shelves. We know the hero, because he’s the steward of Kellington from the first book. Trials of Artemis. You remember, the steward who was fired for hiding smuggling from the earl. Oops.

Haberdashers Books One to Seven

In case you’ve forgotten, the smugglers in the first book were one of the plots that weaves through the series. There’s also the Hellfire Club known as The Four. Or wait, is that the same plot? It’s all starting to come together in book seven, Justice for Sisyphus. Along with our hero and heroine Philip and Desdemona we have returning heroes and heroines Gideon, Jacqueline, Robert, Casimir, and George. Bobbins makes an appearance, who will soon be a hero in his own right with the upcoming Christmas novella Secrets of the Season. And we also meet the hero of the twelfth and final book… but I’ll just leave you wondering about that.

The arc of Act II will conclude in book eight, Loving Echo, which should be out in a couple of months. Then it will be time to drive towards the epic conclusion. Why would we need to gather together so many heroes and heroines of both brain and brawn. Well, you’ll see.

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Justice for Sisyphus

It’s finally time! Book seven in the Haberdashers series will be out this month! An army officer and young widow are falling in love, but each has a dark past they are afraid to share. Pre-Order on your favorite platform!

An army officer and young widow are falling in love, but each has a dark past they are afraid to share.

Philip Gladstone joined the Army after the shame of leaving Lord Harington’s service under suspicion of smuggling. Through hard work and dedication he has risen to the rank of Lieutenant. Upon mustering out he meets a beautiful young widow whom he thinks may have feelings for him, but fears telling her about his past.