Shelby Kent-Stewart

Writer, fighter, bigot-smiter, romancer, dancer, necromancer, I’m the broad your mama warned you about, sweet as pie one day, the devil’s own handmaiden the next. As to the rumor I’m the love-child of William S. Burroughs and Sylvia Plath, I’ll neither confirm nor deny. I penned my first short story at ten and many others followed, some finding their way into local papers and scholastic magazines and some my mom had bronzed. In one capacity or another, I’ve been writing all my life, advertising copy, political speeches, screenplays, and books. Depending on my mood, it can be a mainstream thriller one day, erotic romance the next, whatever floats my literary boat.