The website of romance novelist and award winning short story writer Janet Gover
Welcome,
I write women's fiction, romance and fantasy. That's what this site is all about.
My first romantic novel, "The Farmer Needs A Wife" is to be published by Little Black Dress in January. The book is set in Australia and involves outback stockmen, girls from the city, bushfires, candlelit dinners and fine wines. I don't want to give too much away now. You can read a bit more about it on my Novel page.
I also write short stories. Quite a number of them have been published in the UK and in Australia. You can read them on my stories page. It changes whenever a new story is published, so I hope you'll visit often. Please drop me an e-mail and let me know what you think of the stories.
In my 'other life', I am a computer consultant, which has proved very useful for my writing as well. I conduct workshops of computer tips for writers, and write a column on the subject for Romance Matters magazine, which you can read on the site.
I have been a member of the Romantic Novelists Association for a few years. The members (both published and unpublished) all read and write Romantic Fiction. It's a wonderful group who actively support new writers. At their 2007 Conference, I won the Elizabeth Goudge Award, which was a great honour. I'll be keeping you up to date with some of the RNA's news in my blog, which will also let you know what I'm doing.
Do have a look around, and come back soon.
Janet
New on the site:
No shoes this week, I'm afraid. The blog has gone GOTH.
My First Novel - The Farmer Needs A Wife - will be published in January 2009 by Little Black Dress
Read one of my short stories: New Beginnings
Faded window shutters hung at sad angles. Cracks scarred the faded paint. Dust coated the floors. Once upon a time, it had been a marvellous thing, crafted with care and pride and love, but now the doll's house was old and shabby.
"This won't bring much," the trader thought, setting it on the ground. Even for a car boot sale, it was pretty tatty. Still, a couple of pounds was better than nothing. As with all the leftover rubbish from his antiques shop, he'd take whatever he could get.
A long line of cars and vans filed past, covering the doll's house with a new layer of dust.
The old man pulled into his usual spot. He opened the back of his old estate car, propping the tailgate open with a piece of rough timber carefully chosen for just that function. With the ease of much practice, his chubby wife unfolded the wooden table. Humming softly, the man reached for a box of vegetables.
The young couple barely made it. The efficient woman with the floppy perm pulled the gate shut behind them, declaring, "No more room for sellers. Sorry Folks. Maybe next week."
They parked under the large oak tree, next to the old man, who was now unloading an assortment of old lawnmowers. He smiled at the little girl as she got out of the car, and nodded to her parents, as they too began unpacking the goods they'd brought for sale.