Born near Pittsburgh, Shirley Martin attended the University of Pittsburgh. After graduating from “Pitt”, she taught school for one year, then obtained a position as a flight attendant with Eastern Airlines. Based in Miami, she met her future husband there. After raising three sons, she devoted her time to writing, something she had always wanted to do.
With a vivid imagination and a love of storytelling, Shirley has always enjoyed writing. Her first published novel, “Destined to Love” reflects her familiarity with western Pennsylvania, where she hails from, and her love of romance writing. From this historical romance, she blossomed out to other romance genres. “One More Tomorrow” is a vampire romance, one her publisher dubbed “a sizzling seller”. With several fantasy novels and novellas, her writing should appeal to just about every reader of romance. Her books have been sold at Amazon and most major book stores and have garnered great reviews. A widow, Shirley lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her two cats.
Tell us about your new release.
What led you to write this book?
I read a book, “Lost Treasures” that tells about treasures that have been lost throughout the centuries.
What do you do when you are not writing?
I love to read, mostly fantasy and paranormal. I also read a lot of non-fiction.
Which book impacted you as a teenager?
“Captain from Castile” by Shellabarger, a historical novel. At 16, I stayed up to 3 a.m. to finish it.
What is #1 on your bucket list?
I’d love to see Paris.
“Now, madam, please tell me your real name.” Dawn was breaking over the meadow, sunlight glimmering on the lake, its waters sparkling like diamonds. Bird song trilled from the trees, a sound that had awakened her. She stood before Garth, ready to continue her journey.
Olwen’s face heated. “Wh-what do you mean?” Just how much had he seen last night? She’d thought he was asleep when she went swimming.
“I mean this.” Garth reached over and grabbed her cap off, and spiked hair jutted out from her head. “So I’ll ask you again, what is your real name?”
Her heart sank, her stomach churning. Smoothing her fingers over her tousled locks, she turned away for a moment, then faced him again. “Olwen,” she murmured. What would he do now? Leave her to travel the rest of the journey alone? But that had been her original plan, so why should she care?
He nodded. “Now we’re getting somewhere. So tell me the reason for your journey. And I must say it’s surprising indeed to see such a well-bred lady as you traveling by herself.”
“Which is why I posed as a man.”
“And not doing a very convincing job of it.”
Despite his apparent displeasure with her, she saw how his gaze roamed over her, his eyes alight with interest; dare she call it passion? She looked up at his blond hair, tousled in the breeze, his straight nose and firm mouth. He stood tall and well-built, as if no man could ever get the best of him. What would it be like to be enclosed in his arms, his lips on hers? A rush of warmth captured her body.
But it was not to be. He fixed a stern look on her. “And your reason for traveling to Misty Mountain?”
‘None of your business. If you recall,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, “I started on this sojourn alone. It was you who asked to accompany me.” She shook her head. “I’m not beholden to you. And I’m perfectly capable of continuing this trip by myself.”