Kelly Hashway grew up reading R.L. Stein’s Fear Street novels and writing stories of her own, so it was no surprise to her family when she majored in English and later obtained a masters degree in English Secondary Education from East Stroudsburg University. After teaching middle school language arts for seven years, Hashway went back to school and focused specifically on writing. She is now the author of three young adult series, one middle grade series, and several picture books. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Ashelyn Drake. When she isn’t writing, Hashway works as a freelance editor for small presses as well as for her own list of clients. In her spare time, she enjoys running, traveling, and volunteering with the PTO. Hashway currently resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, and two pets.
Hashway is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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Books I've written, anthologies I've contributed to, and any scripts or plays I've authored:
TOUCH OF DEATH (Spencer Hill Press, 1/15/13)
STALKED BY DEATH (Spencer Hill Press, 8/23/13)
FACE OF DEATH (Spencer Hill Press, January 28, 2013)
THE MONSTER WITHIN (Spencer Hill Press, June 15, 2014)
CRICKET'S DRIVE AROUND TOWN (FutureWord Publishing, December 2013)
MELINDA'S MUSEUM MAGIC (G8Press, June 2013)
THE PURRFECT PUPPY (October 2011)
MAY THE BEST DOG WIN COLORING BOOK EDITION (FutureWord Publishing, October 2011)
MAY THE BEST DOG WIN--Picture Book (FutureWord Publishing, March 2011)
Chapter length? That's a hard one. My intention is never to make it two or eight pages. I just keep writing until the characters run out of dialogue. Sweetness my novel has three page and nine page chapters.
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