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Acknowledged in a Lesbian Regency Romance

Welp, checked that off the bucket list!

Daring and Decorum by Lawrence Hogue will be released by Supposed Crimes on August 1 and is available for pre-order.

It is already on my own bookshelf (wedged in there by Jane Austen, fourth from the left) because the author personally handed me a copy when I saw him at an event at a local independent bookstore. There, he showed me that he had put my name in the acknowledgements in the back.

THAT'S MEEEEE near the lower right corner!

What fun! I did a beta read of an early draft, and now I am reading the finished work in a handsome hardcover edition.

And I have information from a credible source that a sequel is well underway.

So if historical romance of the queerish kind is your thing, you may want to get in on this series and also check out works by the authors that inspired it: Ellen Kushner, Michelle Martin, Emma Donoghue, Nicola Griffith, Heather Rose Jones, Jane Austen, Alfred Noyes, and songwriter Loreena McKennitt.

And of course, chec…
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