Jane Davitt

When I was eight I decided to write a book. I found a notebook, scribbled a few hundred words about triplets with improbable names, and lost interest. Three decades later I still wanted to write a book, but the dim realization dawned that meant I had to actually, well, write something.Yes, it surprised me too.So I did. Not about triplets, but love, angst, hot and spicy smut, and for the most part they're m/m romances.There's a shelf in my library where I keep the books with my name on them and yeah, there they are. I did it.That eight-year-old me expected a lot of her future self though. Like being an astronaut. Did not do that.Sorry, younger me. Here, have a wine gum.[Free reads and my fanfic are here:Jane Davitt at AO3]