My new romantic suspense novel, Under Kakadu Skies, is now available for preorder ahead of its release on 15 September.
This book has been a labour of love from the very first page, and I can’t wait for you to meet Jo and Kai — and to lose yourself in the wild, beautiful country they call home.

The Blurb
Compelling new romantic suspense from the rugged heart of Kakadu, by one of Australia’s favourite authors.
After a painful betrayal, Sydney wildlife biologist Jo Reid takes a job in Kakadu National Park, hoping to escape from the rawness of her shattered life. Soon Jo is exploring vast floodplains, sandstone escarpments and crocodile-haunted waterways – a landscape as beautiful as it is unforgiving.
She finds herself drawn to Kai Walker; an enigmatic ranger whose quiet strength unsettles her in ways she didn’t expect. But the deeper Jo ventures into Kai’s world, the more she senses that something is terribly wrong in the remote country they patrol. When events take a dangerous turn, Jo is forced to confront both the shadows closing in and the truths she’s been running from. In the end she must decide how much she’s willing to risk – for the wild country she’s come to love, and the man at the heart of it.
Set beneath the vast skies and ancient landscapes of the Top End, Under Kakadu Skies is a thrilling story about trust, courage and the healing power of wild places.
Why Kakadu?

When I began writing Under Kakadu Skies, I wanted a setting that felt larger than the story itself — a place of beauty, mystery and danger, where the landscape could become another character. Kakadu has that rare kind of magic.
There are moments when it feels as though you’re looking back through time, seeing Australia as it might have appeared thousands of years ago. Vast wetlands shimmer beneath enormous skies. Ancient escarpments rise from the floodplains, and waterways wind through country that seems untouched by the modern world.

And everywhere, there is life. Jabirus stalk the wetlands. Brolgas dance across the plains. Dingos slip through the grass, crocodiles wait beneath the surface, and flocks of magpie geese rise into skies glowing gold and crimson at dawn.
But Kakadu’s beauty isn’t gentle or predictable. The seasons transform it. Water floods the plains, storms roll across the horizon, and the heat can feel almost alive. It is magnificent country, but it demands respect. That combination of beauty, wildness and hidden danger made it the perfect setting for Jo and Kai’s story. Kakadu gave me the sweeping romance, suspense and sense of wonder I wanted for Under Kakadu Skies. Some places stay with you long after you leave them. Kakadu is one of those places. 💛
Preorder Now
Under Kakadu Skies releases 15 September — and preordering makes such a difference for authors. Every early order helps this story find more readers, and I’m so grateful for each and every one. Thanks for being part of this journey with me.
Preorder the eBook — available at all major retailers. Closer to release date I will have signed copies available directly from me. Preorder print copies from any good bookshop and you can also preorder from online retailers such as Booktopia.







S M (Sandy) Spencer
Now retired, I write from the semi-rural home I share with my husband, horses, cats and dogs, as well as the kangaroos that pass through the paddocks on nearly a daily basis. But it isn’t just kangaroos that visit our semi-rural property. We see echidnas, blue-tongue lizards, rabbits, ducks, and every sort of parrot you can imagine. Recently we had a pair of Gang-Gang Cockatoos that I had to go onto the internet to identify. But the biggest surprise was the day a koala arrived in the front paddock and stayed the night! He was no doubt lost, perhaps pushed down to escape the bushfires in the nearby State Park, and by morning he was gone.
Just like my lovely hostess, Jennifer, I’m not only an animal lover, but also a keen horse-rider. I bought my first horse shortly after getting my first job at the age of sixteen, and haven’t looked back. I’ve traded California’s beaches and rolling coastal hills for country lanes and backroads, and I’ve become pretty much a fair weather rider, but my beautiful Arabian mare continues to allow me to ride her even though I’m sure she wonders why it’s always her that gets ridden (and not her two paddock partners, a retired buckskin and a rescue horse with permanent leg damage).



I grew up in the northern beaches peninsular district of Sydney. It was well after horse and cart days—but was a time when, if there was a vacant block of land down the road, it was perfectly acceptable to keep your horse there. I sometimes rode my pony to school, tethered him next to the oval and rode him home again. When I was fourteen, my family moved to Victoria and we lived in a semi-rural district with a goat, a cat, two dogs and a number of horses. My teenage friend Rina (and our horses), were inseparable for many years and we showed and competed together. Rina still competes in dressage, and has had a great deal of success with thoroughbred ex-racehorses. I always look forward to visiting her property and spending time in her stables!
The natural environment has played an important part in all of my novels. It was when I was working as a legal academic and teaching in a course, ‘The International Legal Regulation of Climate Change,’ that an idea formed for
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I’d gone to the centre purely to research the process for my book but in a very short time found myself immersed in the sessions in a much more personal way. The small group session included a combination of talking to the practitioners, spending time purely in the presence of the horses – in this case, a small herd of magnificent Friesians – and then grooming and doing groundwork with a particular horse. This was followed by deep reflection on the process and the emotions it triggered. A huge part of the process – this form being equine-assisted learning rather than actual therapy – was to slow down, listen to both the horse and your own reaction and to take the time to truly connect in the moment. Dealing with my own grief after losing my closest friend wasn’t something I anticipated but those feelings decided they wanted out and while this sort of loss isn’t something you ever really recover from, working with the horses was a hugely cathartic, helpful experience
Today we welcome Susanne Bellamy to the blog. Born and raised in Toowoomba, Susanne is an Aussie author of rural romance set in Australia. She also writes contemporary and suspense romances set in exciting and often exotic locations. She adores travel with her husband, both at home and overseas, and weaves stories around the settings and people she encounters. Mentoring aspiring writers, and working as a freelance editor keeps Susanne off the street!
We’ve had several Shepherds, starting with Ricky (Houdini hound extraordinaire) through to our current queen of the house, Freya. Then there was Clyde, the Welsh Springer spaniel with a talent for escaping so he could go scrub-bashing through the bush at the bottom of our property. He had such flexible paws that he actually climbed the fence!
Here’s a snippet of Hughie, the poddy calf:
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Zac meets Ava, with instant attraction on both sides. But how can there be any future when he’s definitely a city guy and she is the Desert Midwife? Pop in another nasty car accident, and Zac’s amnesia really puts a hold on their relationship.
Today I’d like to introduce you to Aussie author Leisl Leighton, a fellow horse lover! Leisl is a tall red head with an overly large imagination.
All my published novels so far have rural settings, mostly in mountainous or farmland regions, and the only explanation I can give is that I feel so at home where there are hills and mountains and, if I’m very lucky, snow.
It started when a family friend who also loved horses, the bush and horse riding, took me on a 5-day horse riding trek from Omeo through the Victorian Alpine region when I was thirteen. We rode along the high plains and down into the valleys, across rivers and back up again, staying in stockman’s huts and old woolsheds. I skinned rabbits, avoided snakes, survived sleeping in a shed with spiders as big as my face, and it was amazing and exhilarating and tiring and so much fun I still remember it vividly to this day. My sister was always a little jealous she didn’t get to come with me and our family friend, so mum and dad decided to enrol us in a horse riding camp down near Anglesea where we got to ride through the state forest and learn to look after the horses. We rode through heat and torrential rain, cold so profound that it snowed and we loved every moment. We did this every year through high school, and it had such a profound effect on me, that my husband thought it the perfect place to propose to me. He sneakily organised a special ride with just us and a stop in a lovely scenic place so he could pop the question. So romantic!
But I digress. Years after we finished high school and stopped going to the camps, my sister and I wanted to experience horse riding through the bush again. She particularly wanted to do a ride through the Victorian Alps and the family friend who had taken me all those years ago was keen to come with us too.

