Tell us something about yourself
I’m a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and historical romance. I live in Ottawa, Ontario, with my husband and three children.
Tell us something about your new book
My new release is A Baby for New Year’s. Since my first holiday romance, A Baby for Christmas, has been my best seller, I decided to write a sequel where Meg, the heroine’s single coworker and friend, gets her own second chance at love. More than a love story, A Baby for New Year’s is the story of a fractured family struggling to put aside their differences for the sake of a girl who needs their help. A Baby for New Year’s is an independent story, so you don’t need to have read the first book in order to enjoy it.
How did you get your start as a writer?
I have been writing stories since I was a little girl, always with the goal of being a novelist someday. I started writing romance about 15 years ago.
Which is your favorite, contemporary or historical romance?
I like reading and writing both equally, but historical is more challenging to write.
Do you use real places in your stories, or do you make them up?
I have used real places and fictitious ones. So far all of my settings have been in Canada.
If you could meet any writer, alive or dead, whom would you pick and why?
William Shakespeare, so I could settle once and for all whether he really wrote those plays (LOL).
I notice from your website that you do copy editing. If you pick up a book with a large number of grammatical errors, what do you do?
I probably wouldn’t finish reading it and wouldn’t buy another book by that author, but I’d never write a negative review. I just wouldn’t have the heart to do that to another author.
What is your favorite among your own works?
I am fond of my historical Music Box series because I used elements from my own parents’ lives to round out the details of life in the 1940s and 50s.
Who is your favorite romance writer, and why?
It’s too hard to pick a favorite! Recently I have really enjoyed Alice Orr and J.M. Maurer.
If you had to be marooned on a desert island with only one book, what would it be?
Probably some kind of survival manual.
What are you working on now?
I’m trying to finish off a Christmas novella with a tight deadline!
And do check out Sue’s latest novel, A Baby for New Year’s:
A Baby for New Year’s buy link for Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/jenoagy
After an emotionally destructive marriage, Meg has settled into a quiet life as a single mother. When her pregnant teenage niece arrives at her door, seeking shelter, Meg finds herself caught in a family drama between the girl’s parents. She hasn’t seen her estranged sister Kelly or her former brother-in-law Evan in years, but she hasn’t forgotten her secret crush on him when they were teenagers. Now that he’s single again, he still makes Meg weak in the knees. As the New Year brings complications she never thought she wanted, should she listen to her heart and take a chance on love?
Evan stood waiting at the top of the stairs, a small smile hovering on his lips. “They’re great kids,” he whispered.
“Yeah, they are. And you’re going to be an awesome grandfather,” Meg added with a quiet chuckle. “You know, before Julie was born, I couldn’t picture you as a dad. But you were a natural with her right from the start. And right now, I honestly can’t picture a kid calling you ‘Grandpa.’ But I know you’ll be wonderful.”
His smile widened. “Thank you, Meg. That means a lot to me.”
She meant to walk past him and head downstairs. But she paused beside him, overcome with feeling for him, and lifted her hand to touch his face. She caressed her fingertips across the coarse day’s growth on his cheek, her thumb grazing his soft mouth. The dim light from the living room glittered in his beautiful eyes.
“You’re a wonderful man,” she murmured.
Evan’s lips parted slightly. His warm, intent gaze tangled with hers, while his hand covered hers and he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her thumb.
Awareness quivered from Meg’s hand straight to the pit of her stomach. Her heart slammed against her ribs with a blow that made her catch her breath.
She knew she ought to suppress her feelings. She should walk away and send him straight back to his hotel. But she stayed rooted to the floor, only letting her hand fall from his mouth as he bent to graze his lips against her temple.
“You’re wearing that rose scent again,” he whispered. “That fragrance haunts my dreams.”
Meg closed her eyes as desire for him spiraled through her in a heady rush. Tilting her face upward, she leaned into him and brushed her lips against his mouth.