<p>Lyra Marlowe has been writing since – well, since she learned to write. Her very <br />
first book was selected to be read at the Young Author’s Conference for <br />
elementary school students. They told her she could write, and she’s never <br />
stopped. <br />
<br />
As a teen, she conspired with her best friend to write a young adult novel. In <br />
college, she wrote plays that were performed by the theater department, and managed to hook an actor boyfriend in the process. She wrote poems, newsletter articles, and even a short story about a head in a box. After college she married the actor. One year he suggested that they write erotic stories for each other as Christmas gifts. She tried it. She liked it. A lot. <br />
<br />
Lyra has lived on the shores of Lake Erie all her life, but dreams of a land where it <br />
never snows. She and her husband have three children, two dogs, and one <br />
demanding cat. They share a Victorian century home with a gentle grandmother <br />
ghost who loves babies but hates painted woodwork and the color purple. </p>
