Please help settle a small argument…er, I mean discussion.

I was having a little discussion with some of my friends the other day, and I mentioned that my previous poll (eighteen months ago) on what my readers are using to read my books showed that 39% of you use e-book readers and 60% read  print.  Around 1%  listen to audio books.  But since only two of my books are in audio, and I’m asking how you read MY books, I’m not offering audio as an answer this time.

Anyway, I told my friends that the numbers have to be closer to 50-50 now, what with all the tablets that have been and are being sold. Because really, who wouldn’t love being able to carry a hundred books in their purse?

So help me out, would you?  Because these particular friends are certain a new poll will still be largely in favor of print books.  Thanks!

Well, Lachlan it is!

This is to announce that Alec and Carolina MacKeage are the proud parents of Lachlan MacKeage (middle name to be disclosed in future book), born in the basement of a church in Spellbound Falls two weeks before his parents were married. Thank you all for helping me choose a name for the mystical little bugger. I can’t wait to see what havoc he wreaks!

Meanwhile, check out the maps of Bottomless Sea and Spellbound Falls.  You’ll find them under the Spellbound Falls tab on the menu bar above.  And I’ve updated the Genealogy Chart all the way up to THE HIGHLANDER NEXT DOOR.

Oh, and before you leave the site, don’t forget to vote.  I’m very curious if I should be Tweeting regularly, because I suspect Twitter is mostly authors following other authors rather than readers following us.  But if enough of my readers want me to Tweet, I will give it a go at least once a week but probably more.  I’ll likely post pictures of what’s happening around Maine in general and LakeWatch in particular.  Then again, I guess I could also post those pics on FaceBook.  But Tweeting is so easy, I’m more likely to do it more often.  I already have a Twitter account: JanetWrites. (I have no idea if there’s suppose to be a hashtag included because I have no idea what they do.) So, I guess I’ll leave the decision up to you.  Vote!


IMG_0554Welcome, readers, to my beautiful new website.  Keeping it simple and hopefully interesting, this is where you’ll meet the real me and the real Maine—um, before I started rearranging several of the mountains.

Thanks to one of my readers, Joan Valone, we now have a descendents chart to sort out my Highlander, Midnight Bay, and Spellbound Falls Series, since they’re all intertwined.   And I am in the process of drawing a map of Spellbound Falls and the new Bottomless Sea, so check back.   I’ll post the Letters From LakeWatch you find in the back of my books, but here on the site I can include pictures.  And, I am going to actually BLOG (again, with pictures).  Of course my books are here, organized by series, along with a printable booklist.

There’s also a sign-up if you want to be reminded when I have a new book hitting the stores, and a box you can checkmark for me to let you know when and where I’ll be appearing here in Maine to read and sign books.  And I’ll be running contests through WriterSpace, so sign up to win. (I believe this will also put you on my mailing list if you don’t opt out.)

There’s a link to my FaceBook page (Janet Chapman – For her Readers) that a very lovely lady in Maryland named Vanetta started for me several years ago—out of sheer frustration that I did not have a FaceBook page. Vanetta is still running the page and I drop by when I can.  Vanetta loves to run contests, so I’d love for you to also drop by our little community of fantastic ladies and join the fun.

Until later, you keep reading and I’ll keep writing!

~ Janet

Genealogy Chart

A MacKeage, MacBain, Gregor, and Oceanus geneology chart!  And a huge THANK YOU to Joan Valone of Massachusetts for making a beautiful, hand-written Descendents Chart for me, which I then copied into a PDF file that you can print out.  I will keep the chart updated as babies are born and more time-travelers appear.  For now, click on the link below and enjoy!

MacKeage Geneology Chart

Heart of A Hero

Book #4 of Spellbound Falls Series

Spellbound Falls #4

Spellbound Falls #4

New York Times bestselling author Janet Chapman welcomes her fans back to Spellbound Falls, where no one is immune to the magical powers of love…

Originally from the ancient mythical island of Atlantis, Nicholas has spent the last year deep in the mountains of Maine, serving as Director of Security for the Nova Mare and Inglenook resorts. Fully embracing his life in the twenty-first century, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to a trouble-prone employee, and is determined to keep her safe.

The last thing Julia Campbell needs is a man with a hero complex, especially one as handsome and imposing as Nicholas. All she has to do is keep it together until her younger sister turns eighteen, and then she can focus on her own life. But strange things have been happening at the resort—and it’s Nicholas who keeps coming to her rescue. When Nicholas is suddenly the one in trouble, Julia realizes he’s not quite what he seems—and that she’ll do anything to help the man who’s stolen her heart…

The Temptation of Her Love

The book titled The Temptation of His LoveThe (which is excerpted at the back of The Seduction of His Wife) was changed just prior to publication to The Stranger In Her Bed.  It’s the second book in the Loggers Series.  Sorry, if you’ve been hunting for that book.

Mystical Warrior Misprint!

Hey everyone,

Some–only SOME–copies of Mystical Warrior are missing the last couple of chapters.  If you happen to get one, you can take it back to the bookstore (including Wal-mart and Target), show them the book, and get your money back.  Or, you could check the ones they might have in stock to make sure they’re NOT misprinted, and the store should exchange it for you.  Or, you can have them order you a new copy in exchange for the bad one. (Except Wal-mart and Target, because they don’t order individual books. You’ll just have to get your money back from them.)

I’m so sorry this happened to some of you.  I would be bummed to have read an entire book and have it abruptly stop very near the end. (Someone told me the misprint stops right in a love scene. Yikes!  Talk about leaving a person hanging!)  But, thankfully, it appears only a few books were misprinted, not ALL of them.

Thanks so much for your understanding.


Wedding The Highlander misprint!

It has come to my attention that some readers are opening Wedding the Highlander, only to find that the first 20 or so pages are actually the beginning pages of Loving the Highlander — then the book switches to the real Wedding the Highlander.  Apparently a batch of reprints went out this way, and I am so sorry for your frustration.


But my editor at Pocket Books has come up with a brilliant solution! Anyone who has a defective copy of the book can send it to her, she will send you back a “good” copy of Wedding the Highlander, as well as any one of my Highlander books that you haven’t read. And if you’ve already read them all, then she will send you one of my contemporary romance novels. How cool is that; two books for one! She needs the defective copy back so the production team at Pocket Books can get to the heart of the problem, and she also needs a list of which Janet Chapman books you’ve already read so she doesn’t send you a duplicate. (You can check my printable book list page on this site to see which ones you’ve missed.) Oh, and also mention where you purchased the book to help them track down the other misprinted copies.


Send to:    Micki Nuding, Senior Editor

Pocket Books
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020


Write “Wedding the Highlander” on the outside of the envelope, please, and then sit back and wait for double the fun!


Thanks, everyone, for your understanding.

Until later, keep reading!


September 2012 (Courting Carolina)

Autumn 2012

Dear Readers,

I hope that from reading my books, you’ve figured out by now that I like people in general but most especially men in particular. And that’s a good thing, I’m thinking, considering I’ve been living in an all-male household for over thirty years. I’ve recently started getting some estrogen thrown into the mix from my sons’ girlfriends, and boy, have I learned a lot from these young ladies; anything from much-needed fashion help to what’s going on in young women’s minds today. (Which is another good thing, since there’s a danger I could have my heroines thinking like fifty-um-something grandmas.)

You also may have noticed that I have a tendency to populate my stories with characters of all ages, because I like children and old people, too. And animals; cats and dogs and horses and birds—especially crows—and wolves and panthers and orcas and … well, you get the idea. Weather often seems to be an ongoing character in my stories, likely because it plays a pretty big role in my own life. Outdoor activities such as hunting and fishing and snowmobiling and camping sneak into my books, as do some interesting careers, a little science, and a whole lot of Mother Nature.

But magic is my vehicle of choice for bringing you along on my journey into the realm of possibilities. I often compare telling a story to packing an SUV with my hero and heroine in the front seats, the back seats filled with a large cast of characters as they all head off on a road trip through a particular segment of their intersected lives. What’s going on outside the vehicle—oh, say the weather, terrain, other travelers they might encounter—certainly has an impact, but the real story is what’s happening inside that truck.

Ever find yourself trapped in a vehicle with someone you didn’t particularly like? Someone who scared you? Someone you hadn’t realized didn’t like you? How about being trapped with someone you thought you absolutely adored only to discover they weren’t exactly what they seemed? Yes, there’s nothing like a nice long road trip to slowly melt away the masks we all hide behind. (Trust me; Robbie and I spent five weeks trapped in an SUV and small camper with two teenagers headed from Maine to Alaska. We made it as far as the Canadian Rockies and turned around; my dear sweet husband saying Alaska would still be there when the boys finally moved out.)

I digress, but it was a very … memorable five weeks.

So back to my books and the role magic plays in my stories; I’ll admit I have a tendency to get a bit outrageous—say, like when I rearranged the beautiful state of Maine to create an inland sea—but there is a method to my madness. You see, I want to make you stretch really far to suspend your disbelief, so you’ll consider the everyday magic you encounter in your own lives to be real. Sound convoluted? Good, I got you!

The magic is real, people; as real as the sunrise, the ebb and flow of the tides, the haunted call of a loon, that unseen fish tugging on the end of a line, the birth of a baby, the death of a loved one. The problem, in my opinion, is that these things seem so everyday ordinary that we forget how extraordinary they are.

What guarantee do we have that the sun’s going to rise tomorrow? We assume it is, because it’s risen every day for the last … what, four and a half billion years? But what if it decided not to make an appearance tomorrow morning? What if the oceans stood still? What if every last loon on the planet suddenly lost its voice? What if babies stopped being born? What if we stopped dying?

What if we woke up tomorrow morning and simply decided not to get out of bed?

That’s what my stories are about; getting out of bed every morning—even on days we don’t want to—and seeing the magic around us instead of … well, I’m not sure what the opposite of magic is. Maybe hopelessness? Despair? Indifference?

As the god behind the machine of my stories, I refuse to let my heroes and heroines give up. If they find themselves stuck in a vehicle with someone they don’t particularly like, they’re going to have to deal with it. Nobody’s going to swoop in and rescue them by pulling that bogeyman out of the truck, or come along and change that flat tire in the pouring rain, or turn all the traffic lights green, straighten out all the curves in the road, and roll back gas prices to a dollar a gallon.

(Well, okay; Maximilian Oceanus could, but he’s not really real. I just made him up to make a point that you will have to figure out.)

And since I’m writing romance, I like for my hero and heroine to realize that if they would just team up, they could conquer the world. Or at least control—maybe even vanquish—most of those demons sitting in the seats behind them. (Didn’t I have one of my characters—a hero, I think—in one of my stories say his mom or gram told him that a problem or burden shared was cut in half?)

And the ‘love conquers all’ equation doesn’t always have to be between the hero and heroine, either, as we learned in Charmed by His Love; Duncan MacKeage’s love for young Jacob Thompson certainly had the power to vanquish little-boy demons.

We’re all in the vehicle, people; every one of us is on the same amazing journey and we’re on it together. Our hopes and dreams and struggles and disappointments are shared by the people in our homes, living next door and down the street, and on the other side of the planet. And like my heroes and heroines, if we would just realize that by teaming up we could conquer the world … well, woudn’t it be a truly wonderful world to wake up to tomorrow? So share the love; in your home, down the street, and across the world, then see if a good number of demons don’t suddenly disappear and burdens get cut in half. I promise it’s a gift that will keep on giving, and you’ll discover that smiles really are contagious.

Until later from LakeWatch, you keep reading about life and love and happily ever after, and I’ll keep writing it.


P.S. My dad passed away last fall, but before you start worrying that I’m sad, please understand that I’m really quite happy for him. He was nearly ninety-four and actually quite eager to head off on a new, fantastical adventure. The only reason I’m even telling you is because at his funeral, Dad’s sister said she had discovered just last year—at the age of ninety-eight!—that she can write poetry. Of course I asked her to send me some of her poems, then asked her permission to share them with you—to which she kindly agreed.

So if the magic not’s real, then explain a ninety-eight-year-old suddenly waking up one morning a poet!

Aunt Ethel 100 years old


Poems by Ethel F. Taylor

(Went to Aunt Ethel’s 100th Birthday Party this past March! (2013) Spry as ever and still cracking jokes. Her granddaughter read one of her poems–which she is still composing.)

Crafty Gals

They gathered round the table
These gals so fair and neat
And became busy with their craft work
‘Mid laughter gay and sweet.

Laughter and jokes were being exchanged
And gaiety flowed all around
With blissful feeling I watched them
Wishing it need not end.

Families are so endearing
More so as time goes by
May we all meet together in Heaven
And never have to say goodbye.

I’ll hold this picture in my heart
When I’m once more alone
And cherish every moment
‘Til the day that I’m called home.

Then at last the evening is ended
And we’ve exchanged a good night kiss
One day may we all meet in heaven
And not one of our numbers be missed.


Alethea is a beautiful maiden
With a heart as pure as the snow
She fell in love with a handsome Marine
Many long years ago.

Now she wears his engagement ring
And her heart is full of joy
She counts the months ‘til she graduates
Then she’ll marry her Marine boy.

With a bit of sadness
Dad looks at his little girl
He has given her to another
And together they’ll face the world.

The wedding feast has been eaten
And the guests have all gone home
Alethea and Steven run to their car
And the honeymoon has begun.

Mom and Dad wave their goodbyes
With a touch of sadness in their hearts
Their little girl has grown so quickly
And from her it’s hard to part.

They head across the USA
To their little home in the west
Where we all pray they’ll live happily
Like two turtle doves in a nest.

Red School House

The little red school house
Where I went years ago
Brings back fond memories
Of the days of old.

We walked to school in winter
Although it was windy as well
Then huddled round the heater
Until teacher rang the bell.

The Lord’s Prayer was always recited
Then Pledge of Allegiance too
Then out came our reading books
To show what we could do.

When the bell rang for recess
We’d all rush out of the room
The girls all played on one side
And recess was over too soon.

The sun shone with an unearthly beauty
On the glistering trees below
One stood in awe at their majesty
And to think that God made it so.

If God makes such beauty here below
What splendor must be up above
Why are we reluctant to leave this place
And dwell with God above.

The snow will soon be melting
Then spring will once more be here
A time to get out and enjoy the sun
And see the stars so clear.

The birds will soon be singing their song
The grass will be turning green
God has given us so much beauty
Let us open our eyes and see.