by Shannon Greenland
(Website, Twitter, Goodreads)
Hi Shannon! First, thanks so much for stopping by A Leisure Moment! When I read the except from your book, I wanted to drop everything and dive in!
Thank you! That means the world to me!
So, to start, why don’t you tell us a little about Shadow of a Girl and where you got your inspiration for the book.
I’ve heard authors talk about the “book of their heart” and I used to think that was such a hokey thing to say until I wrote Shadow of a Girl. Normally I write very quickly but this book took me years to complete. I wrote scenes, I deleted scenes, and I went round-and-round until it all finally came together.
I wrote this under my real name, Shannon Greenland, versus my pen, S. E. Green, because of the personal connection I feel to this story. Fear is an interesting thing. It makes weak people strong, strong people weak, frail people into just a shell of themselves, and numerous other scenarios. It’s how you finally emerge from the fear and take action that decides so much about your life.
In Shadow of a Girl I really wanted to explore the life of a girl who finally decides to take action, who slowly begins to heal, and who realizes it is okay to say goodbye to the past and not let it dictate the person you become.
The cover of this book is lovely. The model’s hair is so purple, and the almost kiss has my romance-loving soul swooning. Can you tell us a little bit about your main character and who exactly she’s almost kissing?
My main character Eve is quite the lost soul. She’s quiet and shy and so very troubled. She needs desperately to laugh and to heal and to love and be loved. Enter West who is everything she is not: funny and lighthearted and carefree. They are each other’s compliments. But like Eve, West has a few secrets of his own…
You also write under the name S.E. Green. Deitre and I have been to one of your book signings, and you said it took you, like, eleven days to write Killer Instinct! That’s intense! What’s it like writing under two different names, both for the young adult market?
Twenty one days actually. Yes, Killer Instinct flew from my fingers. It was intense! I actually like writing under two names. It’s like I have two personalities—the dark and twisty side, and this part of me that craves love and romance.
When not writing, what do you do? What books cover your shelves?
When I’m not writing I’m usually teaching or studying or out exploring or reading. As far as books on my shelves, I am a total romance junkie. I just got done binge reading all of Sawyer Bennett’s Cold Fury Hockey series.
Thanks for stopping by, Shannon!
Oh my goodness, thank you for having me!!
Use cash and keep moving.
After I ran away from home, these were the two rules that dictated my life. Scoring a job as a roadie fit perfectly for what I needed. Traveling, cash, and life out of the spotlight. But when my path collides with West, the lead singer of Bus Stop, I can’t seem to stay out of his spotlight—especially since we’ll be touring together for an entire year.
West is determined to break down my walls. He won’t give up. And little by little they come crumbling. But if he knew what lurked behind them, he wouldn’t be so eager to get rid of them.
The more time we spend together, the more the lines of our friendship become blurred. He makes me dream of things I never thought possible. But while our friendship has been evolving into a romance, my secrets have been closing in. And just when I’ve decided to reveal my past to West, I’m confronted by it. The cost of my freedom could ruin the life of the guy I love…
His hand stills. He doesn’t move. Neither do I, and neither one of us speaks. Then West shifts first, gently pushing me away, and rolls to a sitting position. He rubs his eyes and looks around and finally with a sigh, glances over his shoulder at me where I still lay on the blanket.
“It’s late,” he says, “and you’ve got to be up early for work.”
I nod, completely confused that he’s the one who pulled away.
He gets to his feet and holds out his hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your room.”
I let him pull me up, and together we fold the blanket. But as I come toward him with my ends of the blanket, he slides one arm around my back and holds me to him. “Hug me,” he whispers. “Please?”
His words liquefy my insides, and I don’t hesitate as I slip both arms around his waist and lay my face on his chest. With the blanket smooshed between us, I listen to his heartbeat as he pulls me in snug, resting his head on top of mine. Gently, he rocks me, humming a song I don’t recognize, but the tune buzzes through me, and I sink further into the embrace.
We stand this way, gently swaying, as he hums the whole song. I haven’t cried in many years. The last time I did I was in excruciating pain. So when the wetness pools in my eyes, I blink my lids, surprised, realizing they’re tears of happiness.
Exactly what tears should be.