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

My novels are published by Little Black Dress. The first, "The Farmer Needs A Wife" was released in January 2009. The second, "The Bachelor and Spinster Ball" is out now.

My short stories are published in magazines - and most recently, I have an award-wining story in a fabulous anthology of work by members of the Romantic Novelists' Association, of which I am a member.

I'm also a member 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 Reunion Concert

The clouds were even lower when Pat left the underground station.

"Please! Just five more minutes," she prayed, turning her weary feet toward home. Pat hunched her shoulders, not against the looming rain, but against the crowd of people pouring out of the station behind her. Taking a tighter grip on her shopping, she allowed herself to be swept along.

The noise began at the second corner, growing louder with every step, until Pat could distinguish the music inside the murmur. At the park gates, the crowd turned, leaving Pat to stare over the fence at the giant silver dome of the main stage. A circus tent housed the smaller stage. They'll need the shelter, she thought, as the first light drops of rain caressed her face. She looked at the scudding clouds. True concert weather, she thought, recalling her own past.

Pat looked at the posters as small streams of water began trickling across the bold yellow lettering. Most of the names meant nothing to her; she wasn't exactly 'up' on current popular music. The headline act was a different story.

Pat could easily conjure up the faces. She had stared at them often enough, on the record covers and magazines that illustrated her youth. She had loved their music. Loved them too, as teenage girls do. She saved her money to buy records that she played again and again. The day the band split, she cried more tears than she did the day Roger walked out the door.

Roger. The last time she danced at a concert, Roger was with her. She had been pregnant at that concert. Pregnant, without knowing it, and without being married. The married part changed. Then changed back again. As for being a mother... well, that changed back too. Pat shook her head. What was she doing standing in the rain, letting out memories long since caged in the back of her mind?

"Tickets! Buy and sell tickets."

The tout's voice called Pat back to the damp poster. Why not? This was the band's reunion concert. Maybe she could recapture some of her lost youth.