Martha Davis grew up in a suburban neighborhood just south of the Atlanta city limits and obtained her dedicated passion for reading sitting on her father’s lap before she started school. She can’t remember her kindergarten teacher’s name, but she can still see the look on the teacher’s face when she found Martha sitting in a corner reading to some of her classmates. “How did you learn to read?” Martha put her hands on her little hips and said, “My daddy taught me. Didn’t your daddy teach you?”
In high school, Martha’s love of reading made her want to pick up her own pen. She began writing short stories and wannabe teen romance novels on legal pads when she should have been taking notes in class and according to the classmates who read them, every tale was award-winning. But in those days, she had no idea what to do with her stories, thought being a writer was as impossible as becoming a famous Hollywood celebrity, so after graduation and a never ending list of new adult responsibilities, she put the pen down.
But her passionate love affair with words never faded. She read voraciously and since there are only a million or so words in the English language to fall in love with, she started absorbing words in other languages as well – Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, etc. And one day, she picked up the pen and started writing again. The first words of her own she ever saw in print were published in adult magazines, then in time, she saw them in book anthologies. And because she wanted nothing more than to see her name in print on the cover of one of her precious books, she sat down and wrote an entire novel.