Gardening and Other Books by Janis Lane

Janis Lane is a gardener and more.

Nature is a favorite subject and is tucked into most of her stories. Lane is an experienced bird watcher. She is also part owner of a small "Herbtique" and can be found in summer assisting in the creation and design of beautiful gardens. Be sure to buy Gone To The Dogs at http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-303/Gone-to-the-Dogs/Detail.bok and check out Lane's other releases.

In addition to her new release, Gone to the Dogs, Janis has a prior release with Desert Breeze Publsihing, Sandpiper Affair, available at http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-202/Janis-Lane-Sandpiper-Affair/Detail.bok a contemporary romance. Besides falling into mutual admiration and maybe even into love, Wildlife photographer, Abby Neycomb and wealthy, Adam Rawlings, agree on one thing. Environmental work is both exciting and important. While capturing shots of mating/nesting birds in middle Florida, Abby is surprised to find herself with urges toward nesting herself. She is stunned when she finds the body of a local town councilman and is apprehensive when the sheriff asks for her assistance in finding the killer. She is even more surprised at the warm support of the local townspeople and the friendships they offer. Could Abby give up her life as a roving photographer to settle down as the mate of native son? Is her love strong enough to carry her through to a fairy tale ending, or will she end up like the tiny sandpipers running along the shore, evermore flirting with but never diving directly into the waves.

Under the name of Emma Lane, she has also published Dark Domino. How would you react if the man you loved went away to war for 6 long years and never wrote you a single letter? Sarah Louise is faced that exact dilemma and could not understand why Ethan, the man she loved, could treat her so cruelly when she never doubted he loved her. Find out why when you read my short story , a sweet romance about young love and steadfast loyalty.

Excerpt: “I know your mother is looking for you. She sent me to find you. She is upset that you are reluctant to leave for school.”

“She called me a hoyden. She said it was time I put up my hair and became a lady. As if that would somehow make me a different person.” She ran her hands underneath her thick curls, held them up and then let them fall in a luxurious cascade. Ethan held his breath, then let it slowly out. He could see clearly the beauty she would become soon, although he knew how she would resent the change. He smiled at her, saying farewell with his heart. (A sad goodbye between Ethan and Sarah Louise from DARK DOMINO.) Available as a 1.99 ebook today at http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=14&products_id=231

Funny Dog Stories from Author Janis Lane

Dog Stories-I could tell you a FEW        

When I first married, I couldn’t cook, but I was determined to try. My husband owned a shepherd mix who hadn’t taken kindly to me as yet. Name of Fritz. I made corn bread from scratch. Don’t ask me what happened, but it was a soupy mess. I took it out to the back yard and buried it in one of the many holes left in the lawn by you know who.

 When newly-wed hubby came home, he was playing in the back yard with his dog and you know the rest. That dog dug up the mess and I swear took my hubby over to look at it. He squealed on me. I got even. I swore it was dog vomit. 

 My brother-in-law was noted for spinning yarns a mile long. He claimed his lab could climb a tree. He swore he wasn’t lying. We all enjoyed the joke laughing heartily until he whistled for his dog. It was one of those sprawling oak trees covered with Spanish moss. The lower limb wasn’t very far off the ground and that dog jumped on it and climbed from limb to limb until he was more than ten foot off the ground. Then he turned around and, I swear, laughed at us. Just because you are mostly a liar doesn’t mean you can’t occasionally tell the truth. Just that you’ll need to prove it.

We owned an alpha male Aussie shepherd who had energy to spare, but he was totally neurotic. He would go down to the pond and chase the ducks. When they flew away he would stare at his reflection in the water and bark until he was hoarse. He would never take a walk with us. He would go a short distance then bored, I guess, return to the house. The cat would go with us. Perhaps the Aussie disdained to join the group because of the cat or we walked too slow for him.  

When I was a teenager, my younger brother owned a pack of beagles. When I tried to sneak into the house after breaking curfew, they would give me a lot of love at the top of their voices. It certainly alerted the household to my presence. Good doggies. 

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New Release: Gone To The Dogs by Janis Lane

 Abby appreciates her friends’ advice when an unruly puppy disrupts her work while Adam is too busy with his own tasks to solve the problem. Abby delights in capturing the love and affection in the budding romances of her friends. She agrees to photograph the beautifully behaved entrants of a sanctioned AKC contest. An unruly contestant holds a grudge when Abby reveals her work has placed him in a compromising location. Abby works to set up her own photography shop in town.

Poor puppy. He knows there’s a dangerous animal lose in the neighborhood, but is anyone listening to him?

Excerpt: Adam was sitting on a bench by the door and rose at her entrance. They smiled at one another, each looking deep into the other's eyes. His hand tightened around her elbow as they followed the waiter to a reserved table against the back wall of windows -- their favorite seat.

Adam leaned forward, catching her hands in his. "Hello, Ms. Abigail Naycomb."

"Hello, Adam, the handsomest man in the world. Were you waiting for me long?"

They smiled at each other. She supposed they were in love. Well, he said it often enough, and she thought it all the time.

"Only about five minutes, but I think I was early. Have I told you that I love you?" He looked at her and she chuckled.

"I don't think you have. Would you like to tell me?"

He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed the center of her palm. She shivered with pleasure. Okay, she never said he was a slouch in the romance department, did she?

"I love you, Abby. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you crawling around on your stomach in that sand dune with your seat sticking up in the air, and the wind blowing your hair around."

She laughed at the word picture he drew and self-consciously tucked a curl behind her ear.

"No, don't. I love the way your curls surround your face. You remind me of a Renoir painting I once saw. Oh, but she was bathing in a stream. Do you suppose you could get naked so I could compare?"

Abby laughed out loud, attracting the attention of the waitress who came over to take their order. Adam, with a grin still on his face, ordered the house specialty for them both.

The restaurant was crowded with diners. Adam waved across the room at a couple who just came in. Abby waved as well. She couldn't remember their names, but she recognized their faces. She was feeling more and more confident as she grew accustomed to the small town and its inhabitants.

Out the window, the brown pelicans lined up on the deck railing, all facing outward for some show that only they could see. She and Adam both turned to enjoy the lakeside view while the wind whipped the water into white capped waves. Wheeling overhead, she could see two eagles slipping into circles around each other in some courting dance, she supposed. It was spring. There was a lot of that going on.
 

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Author Janis Lane on Joys of Writing

 Janis, I love the cover of your new book, Gone to the Dogs. I am a dog person, too, so I am drawn to your story before I even know about you. We'll get to that love of dogs in a later post this week. First, tell me what do you love about writing?

Thanks so much for having me here today, Lynn. Your blog posts are always so interesting.

When I finally sat myself down in front of a computer and wrote a story, I had no idea the acute pleasure I would find in getting my thoughts organized and plotted into a recognizable story line.

So your first book was a pleasant surprise?

Who knew it would be so much fun. The sheer joy of writing came as a surprise to me although I have written off and on all my life. To plot a story,  to create characters to act upon your very own stage, to complete a novel—the feelings I had when I wrote The End for the first time were astounding to me. I won’t equate it to childbirth, but there is a wonderful high to be experienced from the creation of a whole thing. I’m talking about the initial first draft. We all know what comes next and it isn’t so much fun.

Ah, yes,  Edit, edit, edit.

Don’t you wish you hadn’t written so very much description? Did I really use the ly words so many times? How we cringe when a critique partner does the initial read.

None of the actual work portion of writing can dull the exhilaration of knowing you are now a legitimate author. You have written a book. It may not be the best seller of the day, but it is all yours. A young girl asked me what does a writer do. The answer is so simple. I answered, “A writer writes.”  

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