Welcome,

My great passion is telling stories - and has been since I was just a girl sitting around a camp fire in the Australian bush, telling stories about girls and ponies to my fellow Pony Club members.

These days, my stories tend to focus on people, rather than ponies, and on romance and relationships.

I write light hearted romantic novels, mostly set in Australia - and short stories set just about anywhere that appeals to me.

My novels are published by Little Black Dress. "The Farmer Needs A Wife" and "The Bachelor and Spinster Ball" were both released in 2009, and my new novel "Girl Racers" is out now.

I am a member of the Romantic Novelists' Association, and have an award-winning story published in their 50th anniversary anthology.

I am also part of Let's Talk About Love - a quartet of Romantic Novelists. We appear together in bookshops and libraries, talking about books and signing them too. To see where I'm likely to be next, check out the Talks and Appearances page.

In 'real life', I travel around Europe and the Middle East, working with complex computer systems. It's not as exciting as it sounds - and mostly involves sitting in small rooms surrounded by machines.

Do have a look around. There are some short stories for you to read, and for each of my novels, there's a 'book bonus' with the story behind the book.

I'm always happy to hear from readers - so drop me an e-mail if you feel like saying Hi.

I hope you enjoy the site. - and do come back soon.

Janet

Read one of my short stories: The Last Dragon

Clare saw the first dragon as she crossed the Severn River. It was on a bridge pylon. It wasn't breathing fire at passing motorists, as a dragon should. No. It was a painted dragon, welcoming her to Wales.

The second dragon was in the pub where she stopped for lunch. This was a brewer's dragon, advertising the local ale. She tried half a pint. It was good beer.

After that, Clare seemed to see dragons everywhere. On road signs. In tourist shops. On T-shirts when she stopped to buy petrol and a map. Well, what had she expected? This was Wales after all. And weren't dragons the reason she had come? The fluffy red toys in the tourist shops were less frightening than the dragon inside the folder on the back seat of the car.

At least the pub wasn't named after a dragon. It was called "The Lamb". "Dragon fodder, perhaps," Clare thought as she pulled into the car park. The rental agent had said she would see the cottage from here. Perhaps that was it. A single building was faintly visible in the valley that sloped down to the broad dark waters of the bay. There was nothing but a few sheep beyond the cottage. No beach to attract the tourists. No fishing boats. Just the dull mud flats and the wide sweep of the bay. On the other side of the valley, a steep headland was topped by a huge mound of rock.

It was isolated. It was deathly quiet. It was perfect.