Shelley grew up in California’s Central Valley, the daughter of Dust Bowl immigrants who made good on their ambition to get out of the field. She recently retired from teaching writing at Sacramento State University and still consults with writers in the energy industry. She serves as President of the Board of 916 Ink, an arts-based creative writing nonprofit for children, and serves on the Board of Advisors for the Gould Center for Humanistic Studies at Claremont McKenna College. She recently stepped down from co-directing Stories on Stage Sacramento, where actors perform the stories of established and emerging authors.

Shelley sets her historical mystery Jane Benjamin Novels—Copy Boy, Tomboy, and Poster Girl, in 1930s and 40s Northern California, where a cross-dressing, tomato-picking, San Francisco gossip columnist spends her off hours investigating crime stories that never make the front page.

Her writing has won a gold medal in the Readers’ Favorite Awards for historical mystery and has been a finalist in the Sarton Book Awards, IBPA Benjamin Franklin Awards, Killer Nashville’s Silver Falchion Award, the American Fiction Awards, and the National Indie Excellence Awards. She and her husband live in Sacramento, California.

Shelley is a member of  The Authors’ Guild, The Historical Novel Society, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers.


I grew up with truckloads of grannies, grandpas, cousins, aunts and uncles in Wasco and Bakersfield, California. My dad came from a family of red-headed field laborers. My mom was a farmer’s beautiful only daughter. My brother was a wrestler, which, in the Central Valley, made him kind of a big deal.

I never was anything special there–not a memorable student or athlete or cheerleader. But I did hold down all kinds of jobs, curating a vivid collection of polyester uniforms. (Der Wienerschnitzel, H Salt Seafood Galley and Wendy’s Old Fashioned stand out in the polaroids.) And I apparently hold the record for most unpaid parking tickets earned in a one-year period in the history of West Bakersfield High School.

I went south at eighteen, just east of Los Angeles, to Claremont Men’s College (now called Claremont McKenna), where I learned about Izods and penny loafers and met my Young Republican husband (whom I proceeded to turn into a born-again liberal).

Together, we moved north to Silicon Valley and San Francisco for more school and work before finally settling, as people do, in the middle, Sacramento, where we’ve raised two solid citizens who wash dishes, read actual books and help in the vegetable garden–Sacramento virtues, all.

I had worked here in Sacramento for decades, raising these boys, teaching college writing and then coaching scientists and economists and engineers how to write in a plain style, before I ever took up writing my own stories. I do that now, obsessively, in between coaching other writers and editing white papers.

I do like short stories for their more-immediate gratification. But my heart is in the novel. My first, Copy Boy, germinated back in Bakersfield. Set in the Great Depression, it follows Jane, a seventeen-year-old girl who tries to escape her family’s hard, rural life to reinvent herself as a boy in San Francisco. No matter how she scrubs that Central Valley dust off her elbows and knees, she’s inhaled too much. It floats in her blood like spores.

All my Jane Benjamin Novels follow difficult girls. They’re my favorite.