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" was published by Little Black Dress in January 2009. The book is set in Australia and involves outback stockmen, girls from the city, bushfires, candlelit dinners and fine wine. You can read a bit more about it by clicking here.
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 The members (both published and unpublished) all read and write Romantic Fiction.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:
The blog has been getting musically muddy.
Loves Me, Loves Me Not has a page in the My Books section. As does Janet's second novel!
Read one of my short stories: Fairy Godmothers Need Not Apply
The fine stiletto heel tapped smartly as Charles placed the shoe on the polished wood desk. His mother donned her reading glasses for a few moments of close examination.
"Jimmy Choo. Very nice."
"Mother!"
"Well, what do you expect me to say?" With an exasperated sigh, she leaned back in her chair and looked up at her son. "I could say I told you so, but that wouldn't help."
"No, it wouldn't." Charles dropped into the chair opposite his mother's desk and sighed. "I still don't believe you."
"I know. Tell me about the girl?"
"She's beautiful." Charles smiled gently as he remembered. "Dark hair and grey eyes. She's funny and intelligent. And when she smiles..."
"But you don't know her name." It wasn't a question.
"No, Mother. I don't know her name. Or where she lives. Or works."
"The shoe?"
"The alarm on her mobile phone sounded and she just took off." Charles paused. This wouldn't sound good. "I tried to follow her, but the club was pretty crowded. She was gone by the time I got to the door. Yes, it was midnight. And yes, the shoe was on the steps."