Susan was born in Rock Hill, SC. She attended Purdue University. She has traveled throughout the US, and has visited 47 states. She began writing in August, 2012 and currently has 185 books on Amazon, most in her name and another pen name. To serve more readers, all of her books are in Kindle Unlimited (KU). Her writings are now primarily in the Western Romance, Time Travel, and Historical Romance genres. She has visited most of the settings in her books. Susan is an avid reader, and a history buff, primarily interested in the Civil War era. She spent a lot of time researching her family history, and is a member of the DAR, the Huguenot Society, and the Barons of the Magna Carta.
Susan was born in Rock Hill, SC. She attended Purdue University. She has traveled throughout the US, and has visited 47 states. She began writing in August, 2012 and currently has 185 books on Amazon, most in her name and another pen name. To serve more readers, all of her books are in Kindle Unlimited (KU). Her writings are now primarily in the Western Romance, Time Travel, and Historical Romance genres. She has visited most of the settings...
He needed someone to civilize his children. He did not expect her to try to civilize him. When Boston governess Eleanor “Nell” Grayson answers an advertisement for a position in Wind River, Wyoming, she imagines order, routine, and a respectable household in need of refinement. What she finds instead is a sprawling cattle ranch ruled by mud,...
Torn From the Sky: A Wind River Time-Travel Romance (Book 8) Two Navy test pilots. One impossible second. A past that was never meant to be theirs. Lieutenants Cassidy “Cass” Mercer and Eleanor Grant are among the best the U.S. Navy has to offer—elite test pilots trusted to fly at the edge of what’s possible. Cass relies on instinct and fearless...
Eliza's alarm blared at 5:00 AM, jolting her from a fitful sleep. For a moment, she stared at the water-stained ceiling of her studio apartment, disoriented. The locket she'd found last night lay heavy against her chest, its silver chain tangled around her neck from tossing and turning. Christmas morning. The thought brought no joy, only a hollow ache and the pressing weight of reality.
She silenced the alarm and forced herself to rise from the mattress on the floor. No...
That was the first thought that crossed her mind when she opened the door at 9:47 PM, arms laden with grocery bags containing exactly $23.47 worth of food that would have to last until her next paycheck. The smell wasn't literal—not garbage or mildew or anything she could spray away with the dollar-store air freshener she couldn't afford this week. It was the scent of dreams deferred, of potential curtailed, of a life that had...
The fluorescent lights of Brennan's Department Store cast everything in a harsh, clinical glow that made Sarah Mitchell's eyes ache. Or maybe that was just the exhaustion. She'd been on her feet for seven hours straight, and her shift didn't end for another three. "Excuse me, miss?"
An elderly woman held up a cashmere scarf, price tag dangling. "Do you have this in navy?" Sarah summoned a smile from somewhere deep, somewhere that still remembered how to pretend everything was...
