Malicious Mischief

Malicious Mischief

by Marianne Harden

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ISBN-13: 9781622660322
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 10/22/2013
Series: Rylie Keyes
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Marianne Harden loves a good laugh. So much so, she cannot stop humor from spilling into her books. Over the years she has backpacked through the wilds of Australia, explored the exotics of Asia, soaked up the sun in the Caribbean, and delighted in the historic riches of Europe. Her goals in life are simple: do more good than harm and someday master the do-not-mess-with-me look. She divides her time between Switzerland and Washington State where she lives with her husband and two children.

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~When the chips are down, the buffalo is empty~

Am I a flake? Sort of. But I'm trying to change. My grandfather has property tax issues, and what troubles Granddad, troubles me. Good thing I've held down a steady job for months. This is a major deal. Not the getting a job part — I've had lots — but the held down aspect. Somehow, I always end up unemployed, but not today.

Today, I am Rylie Tabitha Keyes, chauffeur to the seniors at Fountain of Youth Retirement Home (FoY).

It was dawn Sunday when I eased my employer's van from one freeway onto another. After that, I concentrated on the wet asphalt up ahead. I didn't want to think about my job history or our financial woes. Instead I focused on the summery sunrise over the Cascade Mountains due east. I stared at it a moment, charmed by its contrast to the more typical Bellevue, Washington gloom brooding overhead.

I should've been asleep, but I needed to toss trash from a fundraiser rolling around in the back of the van. Leland Rosenberg, my boss at Fountain of Youth Retirement Home, had asked me to dump the bags at his second business, Rosenberg Laboratory, as FoY's Dumpsters were full from a recent remodel. His mood had been edgy, sort of insistent I dispose of them last night. I confess, before I could carry out this task, a minor traffic accident and an all-important overnight obligation had waylaid me. I didn't bother to sigh over how blunders always seemed to pepper my work performance. Some things were fated to be. After all, I slogged at my job for money not joy. It isn't that I don't like working at FoY, it just isn't my dream gig.

Sadly, at twenty-four, I have a résumé too long to recite from memory, but not because I'm aimless. For as long as I can remember, I have yearned to be a private detective, a Veronica Mars 2.0. Problem is my grandfather is against the idea. Dead set against it. "Rylie, it isn't always pretty or exciting," he had said. "The hours are lousy, the pay measly, and then there is the danger." He stared at me reflectively, and I knew he was thinking of the two times he'd been shot on the force. "There is a lot of danger."

"Danger is how I roll," I said, grinning.

Granddad had pursed his lips. He doesn't always appreciate my silly sense of humor.

"Detective work isn't for you," he'd decreed.

"But —"

"Rylie." His eyes misted when he looked at me. "Do this for me, please."

Nevertheless, there was no good reason why as a grown woman I've caved to his demands, except one: I adore him. He's always been there for me — right from the beginning when he took me in as newborn after my mother ran off. And with his health in decline from a recent heart attack, I cannot — will not — risk upsetting him.

So with the stench from the trash bags mounting, I steered FoY's van onto the off-ramp and headed toward Rosenberg Laboratory just off the freeway exit. My mind was filled with thoughts of a steamy shower, maybe a few hours of shut-eye before punching the clock at nine. I stared forward, squinted due to the dimness. Then I iced over. Up ahead, traveling in the wrong direction a panel truck advanced, peeling rubber.



Zeroed in to hit me.

I whipped the van off the road, the red, white, and blue panel truck whizzing past. I slammed on the brakes, fighting to control the wheel. I wrestled with it, panicked, my mind flashing on one fortunate thing: no seniors were in the van.

Tons of hazards burst before my eyes. I struggled to absorb them. A mangled guardrail zigzagged up ahead, its many gaps from other out-of-control vehicles big as life. Worse was the wall of giant Douglas-firs growing beyond, lower trunks scarred, limbs low and swaying.

I was going to careen through the railing.

I was going to hit the trees.

I was going to die.

I shut my eyes, but terrified of dying in the dark, I forced them open. The van bulleted through the ruptured guardrail, shot toward the trees. I jumped when something brown hit the windshield, bounced off. Several horrific seconds passed before the van miraculously whizzed between two trees, hurdling into a shrubby field. No time to celebrate, not with a concrete wall up ahead.

The sound of steel hitting stone caught my ears, and glass shattered as the van sideswiped the wall. Then it rolled to a stop, right side billowing in cement dust.

I froze rock-solid before the shakes began. I shook in silence, a disbelieving, embarrassed silence. I wondered about having two auto accidents in less than six hours. I rejected the idea that someone wanted me dead. It amazed me how silly that sounded. No way was I important enough to murder. Sure, if I were a private investigator, killing me might make sense. After all, I may be a skinny redhead with tons of freckles, but I have a fair grasp of detective work after secretly studying on my own. So I could see me pissing off some baddy, making him snap and seek revenge. Only problem: I'm no PI, just a harmless chauffeur for a retirement home —

Or, at least I was a chauffeur for a retirement home. Leland would probably fire me. I'd have to stand in more unemployment lines. I'd have to schlep to more interviews. I'd have to tell Granddad I was out of work. Again.

The hardest part about losing this job was leaving friends. I liked the seniors, well, maybe not crabby Otto Weiner, who once grumbled to Leland about my driving. When my boss sided with me, I caught Otto draining the lizard on the van's front seats. We had a pinky tussle where one of us ended up on our knees. Okay, so I will not be wearing those tights again.

With the wrong-way driver probably halfway to Seattle by now, I searched the van in the early morning light for my cell phone, only to realize I had left it along with my jacket at the abandoned train trestle downtown. I didn't relish walking down the street in the damp to find an open convenience store with a pay phone, or calling the police once I found one. But it was necessary. I was a cop's granddaughter and had learned early the importance of laws.

Then as though the universe took pity on me, a patrol car cruised down the street up ahead. I unclicked my seatbelt as the car pulled to the curb, roof lights dark and covered. I tried for laid back but failed miserably as my stomach nose-dived to my apple-green Converse. Weird. One would think I'd be cool around police since Granddad retired after forty years on the force, twenty of those as a Bellevue detective. But I squirmed like a bucket of worms.

When the officer climbed from the squad car, my heart followed my stomach. As difficult as it was being pathetic in the job department, it was harder to love an unattainable guy. Particularly, especially, Officer Zach O'Neil.

About a hundred feet lay between both vehicles, but they blurred away as Zach ran toward me, calling out my name. Dang, he was hot. And reliable. That practical thought skipped into my mind, and I snorted at the silliness of it, yet there was no denying his awesomeness.

"You okay?" Vague irritation crossed his face. "Everything in one piece?"

He leaned on the window frame, his dark butterscotch hair made radiant by the rising sun, and his tender gray eyes stealing my voice. I smiled my best 100-watter to cover my silence.

I studied his face: gentle, barely a shadow of beard, and a squared-off chin. I had known him for most of my life and loved him for eons. Not only did Zach know nothing of my crush, but also after he shot and killed an armed convenience store robber several months back, he'd made it clear he wanted no long-term relationships, not with anyone. Ever.

"Right as rain." I bit my lip. Who was I kidding? Just look at him, those wounded eyes. I was a goner. "A panel truck ran me off the road."

"You aren't hurt?" He reached out and, with amazing tenderness, laid a finger on my forehead. "What's with the blood?"

"Blood? On me?" As I suffered a dogged blood phobia and certain I would faint at the sight, I fought the urge to touch the wound. "Is it bad?"

He shook his head, but he didn't smile. "I'm just kidding. It's only a small scratch."

I twisted to see my face in the side mirror. He was right — no blood, only a bit of red. I tried to grin but knew it came out a smirk. "It does hurt," I said without a hint of poutiness. I was proud of that. "Head wounds can be tricky."

He opened my door and pulled me close. "Any dizziness?" I slid my hands inside his jacket, around his back. I felt something beyond love. I felt safe. I always did with Zach. "I'm okay, really."

Then halfway into what I hoped was a sexy look, I hiccupped. Great.

Zach leaned closer in a conspiratorial whisper, "You smell fishy."

Clearly, fish oil was not an animal attraction scent.

"It's Leland's new liquid vitamins. He has everyone at FoY taking them."

"Leland amazes me," Zach said. "Running the laboratory and FoY, making vitamins, and that new anti-frailty drug for seniors. The guy must never sleep. In fact, I know he doesn't. All hours of the night I see lights on in his garage office."

There wasn't a lot of privacy on Lake Sammamish, and according to Granddad that was the beauty of our little lake, what made all us neighbors like family. Zach lived one house away from Granddad and me and my friend Solo, with Leland in between us.

"Tell me about it," I said. "Those lights shine down through my bedroom window, and Solo says he can see them from the dock."

Zach's jaw tightened. "Solo will survive. Listen, it may be a rundown sailboat, but is it not time you charged him rent to live on it? He's got a job, even if it's only part time."

"Full time," I corrected. "And he pays rent now."

Too much rent if you ask me, but he won't hear of us taking less.

"Glad to hear."

Zach was rubbing my shoulders, a new habit of his. It was both ecstasy and torture.

"So how — how have you been? It's been weeks. Two, actually," I said.

"Two weeks?" He frowned at this, but didn't look surprised.

"Not that I'm counting. I would never count." I stared at my feet. Truth was, after I'd stupidly deepened an innocent kiss between us after a small Lotto win, I worried he was dodging me. "You're busy. I'm busy. Okay, moving on."

His eyes darkened. "Better have that bump checked. You don't want your grandfather to worry."

"No, I wouldn't want Granddad to worry," I said, unable to squelch the sarcasm.

He frowned again; he'd heard the hurt in my voice. I dropped my gaze, ashamed. I needed no proof of his friendship. His love? Well, that was a different story. I would do most anything to hear those words, short of revealing my feelings first. I just couldn't do that.

I looked up, a little lost. "When you got here, how'd you know it was me?"

"What else? This van, it's hard to miss the bright orange color." He stepped back, making more distance between us. "And the airbrushed seniors playing guitars are a dead giveaway."

"I like it," I said. A tiny lie, the flashy paint played havoc with my goal to appear older than twelve. "Leland says the color makes people remember FoY."

"I'll bet." Abruptly he reached inside the van and turned off the ignition. "You know better than to leave a damaged engine running —" He broke off, shaking his head.

"I guess in all the excitement I forgot."

He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Forgot? Rylie, you could have blown up."

I caught the terror in his voice. Resolute, rebounding, like an echo from the night of the convenience store shoot-out when a stray bullet had ignited his squad car's gas tank.

"You could have blown up," he said again, softer this time, heartbreakingly so.

I wanted to ask about the Post-traumatic Stress Disorder he now suffered. But I knew better. He always got angry, except once during a weak moment when he'd revealed his fear of hurting somebody during one of his many flashbacks. "I'm not in danger anymore, Zach. The engine is off."

There came a pause, a long sigh. "You've gotta learn to be more careful —" When his voice broke, he looked away. "A lot more careful."

"There's no chance of an explosion," I said.

"Now," was his only comment.

"Everything is fine."

"Is it?" He paused again. "Don't you realize it took me several minutes to notice the van's engine was still on? Christ, it's up to me to take care of you. I screwed up."

Though his anguish made my heart skip, I shook my head. "It's not your fault. I screwed up, not you. I forgot to turn off the engine."

He made a noncommittal sound. "So why are you up so early?" "Ahhh." My Saturday night routine annoyed him, so I sidestepped. "Why are you?" He narrowed his eyes, but didn't push. "A quick break from the department's information and complaint desk. First year on the force and I'm already ferrying squad cars." He rotated his right shoulder — another injury from the shootout. "The good news is I'm done with physical therapy."

"Then you're better?"

"Yeah ... yeah, I am ... better." He stared over my shoulder as early rising bees buzzed nearby in a clump of shrubs. "Much better."

I decided to take a chance. "And the flashbacks, have they gone away?"

Those tender eyes of his locked on mine. "I'm not crazy. Killing a man changes a person, even when the shooting was justified."

I drew in a bolstering breath, ready to broach another sore subject. "Talk to a department counselor again, and this time tell him the truth."

"And risk being kicked off the force? Nothing has changed since the last time you brought this up. I know you're worried, but I'm fine. The flashbacks are gone. Trust me, Rylie. They're gone. Vanished. Nowhere in sight."

He was trying too hard.

"That's good," I said, unconvinced.

"Paperwork is in, awaiting the captain's signature. Soon I'll be back on the beat."

"Nice," I said with a smile that felt almost natural.

"Nice? It's freakin' awesome." His gaze slid to the van's passenger seat where I had left the blanket, Thermos, and flashlight I had used overnight. He shot me a slanted look, paired with a faint frown. "Dawn Sunday. Overnight gear. Christ, not again. How many times must I tell you Suicide Trestle isn't safe?"

I took a careful breath. "As it happens —"

"Suicidal jumpers need professional help," he said. "Not amateurs."

"Have you forgotten my suicide prevention training?"

"Two weeks preparing for the hotline doesn't make you a professional."

I caught his tone: frustration. "But you said I was perfect for the job."

"And you're the one who messed up your first call by answering 'Poisons to go. At the end of your rope, we got your dope,'" he sing-songed.

"That is not fair, Zach." Shame and irritation swamped me. "You of all people know that's just not fair. I made a mistake. I accidentally leaned on the live button. I thought the incoming call was a practical joke, not the real thing."

"You should have known," he said simply.

I opened my mouth, closed it. It was all fine and good for him. He hadn't been there, hadn't been swept up in the staff's amusing stories. He hadn't heard about their pranks on rookies with phony emergency calls to soothe their nerves. I had just been going along. I'd wanted to fit in, be needed. Even so, his words made me realize something.

"You're right," I said. "I need to work on my observation skills. I'll need those as a detective."

He shook his head.

Seeing where this was going, I held up a silencing hand. "Whether you support me or not, I'm going to be a PI someday. Sheesh, why are both you and Granddad against me on this? Never mind. You're entitled to your opinion, as mean as it is."

"That's me, a big meanie." And for the first time this morning, he smiled.

I felt a flicker of guilt, knowing he was never mean and that like Granddad his resistance was out of concern. "I need to check the damage to the van." I skirted around him, only to have him keep pace as we walked to the front bumper.

We took a good look. The right side mirror was gone, the corner of the windshield scrunched, and the right side dented and scraped.

"Tell me one thing," Zach said, straightening. "You did take Solo with you last night?"

"Of course. Solo always comes along."

My friend Solosolo Namulau'ulu is Samoan, but his shortened nickname is the only thing small about him. He is huge. And strong. Truth is I'm a little scared to patrol Suicide Trestle without him. Sure, I've taken a course on negotiation, and then there is my hotline training, but I have never actually used any of it. Whereas Solo muscles people into seeing things his way. Solo has lots of muscles, but inside he is a pussycat, one with a body like a Mack truck.

"Solo gets me," I said.

Zach smirked. "Meaning I don't?"

"I didn't say that. But you could support me. If we save only one life, then all the sacrificed Saturday nights in the world will be worth it."

"What if a jumper takes you with them over the edge? What then?"

"That's where Solo comes in. Not many can overpower him. We're a team."

"A team of trouble." He typed a text message on his phone. "I just let your teammate know you'll be a little late getting home. Last thing you need is Solo waking up your grandfather, wondering where you are and why you're not home yet."


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Table of Contents

~When the chips are down, the buffalo is empty~,
~Just when you think life's a bitch, it has puppies~,
~The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off~,
~Life is short. Don't be a dick~,
~Don't worry, ladies. There's plenty to go around~,
~Come to the dark side. We have cookies~,
~Due to recent cutbacks, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off~,
~There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot~,
~I have the answer in my head. I just haven't found it yet~,
~Even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile~,
~The first rule of holes: if you're in one, stop digging~,
~Behind every damsel in distress is a fire-breathing dragon~,
~There Are Some Days Even My Lucky Underpants Can't Help~,
~Did I eat a bowl of smarts for lunch?~,
~Well behaved girls rarely make history~,
About the Author,
Sneak peek of Delicious Mischief!,
Also by Marianne Harden,
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Malicious Mischief 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Riley Tabitha Keys -- a little harebrained, a lot of heart. Riley Keys needs her job at the Fountain of Youth Retirement Center, but it’s hard to stay employed as a driver when someone is trying to run you off the road...and frame you for murder. Luckily, Riley has the desire for detective work, even if she lacks formal skills. But not to worry, a hilarious supporting cast is there to help her when she falls short, literally and figuratively. Malicious Mischief is a funny, fast-paced mystery that twists when you think it’ll turn and flips when you think it might flop. Riley’s quirky sense of humor snared my attention from the beginning and the plot kept me guess what would happen till the very end. While she may not have had many successes in her life, Riley’s eternal optimism and determination make her a worthy heroine who is sure to get her man (or men as the case may be.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rylie Keyes is a delightful character full of wit and humor. I was not only on the edge of my seat from chapter to chapter but I was laughing right along with the characters. Such a fun read that left a smile on face!
Valshemi More than 1 year ago
You couldn't help relate to the character Rylie Keyes. You dive into a live actioned mystery with her and of course it doesn't hurt to have attractive cops. She longs to be a PI.. and when a resident she is taking care of is found dead in the back of the company van well ..let's just say its on! Wasn't as much romance which really I didn't mind the mystery was a plus.. She's spunky .. alert.. and its fascinating to see her curve into this new role she's found herself in. I'd be very interested in the next book..;) Most definitely.
In_My_Humble_OpinionDA More than 1 year ago
This is laugh out loud funny. In this new series we meet Rylie Keyes who has yet to find herself. She has always wanted to be a P.I. but has been discouraged from chasing that dream by the one person she loves most, her ex-police detective grandfather. So she has tried and failed at a lot of other things. But when a dead man is found in the van she was driving she needs to find out who did it and clear her name. Fans of Stephanie Plum will get a kick out of this book I know I did. I look forward to future adventures with Rylie.
SEStone519 More than 1 year ago
Rylie Keyes dreams of becoming a private investigator as she chauffeurs senior citizens around town in her latest job. Little did she know that she'd get a shot at that life when a resident of the local nursing home is found dead in the back of her company van. As she scrambles to solve the case before her disapproving grandfather returns to town, her focus is tested with the attentions of two very attractive police officers.  Malicious Mischief is advertised as a romance with some mystery. I think that's a bit misleading. The mystery and Rylie's journey to realizing her dream of becoming a PI make up the main plot of the book. If anything, the romance--and the love triangle--is a subplot. Plus the mystery is far more engaging than either of the romantic interests. The majority of the characters really made this book a page turner for me. Rylie is spunky, unsure, and wants to do the right thing. She seems like the kind of young woman that might live in a small town anywhere in the country. Her sidekick/partner-in-crime, Solo, is a fascinating Samoan who gave up a prospective career in the NFL for the opportunity to perform in a circus on his motorbike. The love interests actually felt like the weakest characters because they weren't all that unique. They are perfect examples of the stereotypes of the tortured-loner-needing-to-be-fixed and the sexy-foreigner.  As for the mystery, I didn't see the ending coming. It was a pleasant surprise to see how everything unfolded. The author also left several threads dangling, and I have a feeling they will be addressed when the sequel comes out next May. My biggest complaint about the book was the lack of police professionalism in a scene at the beginning of the novel. I understand that because Rylie's grandfather was a police detective, some of the normal rules are relaxed a few fractions for her. But the first love interest arrives at the scene of a major car accident and begins flirting with Rylie after checking that she's okay. I could see how that might show the closeness of their relationship. However in the first pages of the book, when the reader knows nothing about him, that lack of professionalism didn't exactly make him an endearing character. I'd expect a police officer that I've known most of my life to still get me away from the wrecked cars, have me sit down, and check to make sure I don't have any injuries. Maybe that's just me. So overall, Malicious Mischief was a pretty good read. The mystery made up for the shortcomings in the romance story line, and the characters are engaging. I'll be keeping an eye out for the sequel when it comes out. 
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Rylie Tabitha Keyes' track record for holding a job is not good and it doesn't look like that's going to change. She just had her second auto accident in twenty-four hours and now there is a body in her van. It's Otto Weiner, a resident at the senior citizen home where she works . Now Rylie is a suspect. She is accused of helping her boss, Leland Rosenberg, get away with murder? Rylie has one day to solve this crime. Everything is so complicated! At least she has someone to help. Her friend and neighbor, Solo, will be with her. Also, there is a very sexy distraction in the form of Detective Thad Talon, but Rylie will not be stopped. She will find the culprit. The action is non-stop and the list of suspects keeps growing. The characters are eccentric and their antics are humorous. Rylie is one very determined lady. She didn't give up and her instincts are spot on. I love her growing romance with Talon and hope that it will continue. The seniors at Fountain of Youth Retirement Home are an interesting group. They certainly have an active life style that keeps Rylie on her toes. I enjoyed this action packed story and am looking forward to more adventures with this group.
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
4 STARS This is a funny mystery. Rylie is a fun character. So much happens to her. The other characters are different too. Some of them I just have to know what happens next to them. The pacing of this story is fast. Everything happens right after each other. Rylie determined to find her boss innocent. She has 24 hours to find the real murder before her grandfather gets home. Rylie has been in love with the boy next door her good friend police officer Zach O'Neil. She has worked for four months driving senior citizens around from the center. She was abandoned by her mother and has no clue who her father is. She wants to be a P.I. but her grandfather does not want her to be one. Zach shot someone and killed them in the line of duty and has a lot of trouble with it still. He tells Rylie that he only wants short flings. He cares for her though. Solo is Rylie's friend and co-worker. He left the NFL to try and be a circus clown. He is big and brave. I like him and he brings a lot of laughter. Rylie has been in two accidents with in six hours. The second one brings lot of laughter till they find a dead body in the van with her. I smiled a lot reading this. Though not at the dead bodies piling up around Rylie. Lots of suspects with motives it seems to be. The suspense keeps you guessing till the end about who the murder is and why. Lots of laughter and drama. Did not want to put the book down and can't wait till the next one comes out. I was given this ebook to review in exchange for honest review from NetGalley. 10/22/2013 PUB Entangled Publishing, LLC 290 pages ISBN:9781622660339
BookwormLisa More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading Malicious Mischief. The book is full of sarcastic humor and funny situations. Rylie is in her early twenties and her career goal is to be an investigator. Her grandfather is against the idea, but her opportunity comes when she is pushed off of the road by an oncoming vehicle. She crashes and finds that she has unknowingly transported the dead body of a senior that lives in the seniors center she works in. Mishap after mishap occur. She is pulled further into the situation as trouble seems to find her, making her appear to be more of a suspect. The book is full of likable characters. Some are so odd and awkward that it makes them fun to read about.  The book has a ton of innuendo, but it does not have sexual situations. There is also some swearing. I would recommend for ages 17+. I received an electronic ARC to review in exchange for an honest opinion.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved reading about Riley and her life. In fact I had trouble putting the book down  to do my homework and  my life's others responsibilities.  It was a delightful way to spend some free time.I can not wait to see what happens next in Riley's life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my kind of mystery. Rylie is Klutz who can't keep a job. She is witty and funny things keep happening to her. It was a hard mystery to figure out. I was a little disappointed at the beginning when she was obsessing over her best friend, I mean really, who acts like that. Anyway, it turns out well in the end. Plus, there is a hot Scottish detective in it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You need to pay close attention to who's who in this book because if you don't, you will get confused. Good cast of interesting characters, though. Nice ending, Rylie gets who she needs. I liked it.
RowanJadeAC More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars Rylie Keyes is a hilarious quick-witted heroine. The mystery gets complex (which is not easy to do to me since I figured out all the Nancy Drew books by chapter two when I was ten).  The chapter headings in Malicious Mischief are sarcastic and fit the story-I loved them. The only thing that kept it from 5 stars, for me, is it was too fast-paced in some places, it was one thing after another that kept the pages turning, but I would have liked a moment in between to catch my breath a bit especially during long passages of dialogue.  Rylie is the kind of character who despite her own flaws, strives to do the right thing. She wants to be a PI and I think she'd be great as one. She has a distinctive voice that even if you took away who was speaking, I'd know when it was her. I look forward to her many future adventures. I was given a copy by the author for an honest review.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Conversation and uttterly awful characters and silly plot a stale twinkie and bought it but after a few chapters have archived perhaps during a time of nothing to read but foxxey shopper will undo buska
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Good read for a lazy day.
AMANDA_BRAT69 More than 1 year ago
This book had enough funny parts to make it an ok book, it was just to slow for me. I couldn't get excited about this book. If you like funny mysteries this book could be for you.
TessT More than 1 year ago
Sadly, I found this book to be a hard read for me. Although Rylie and her friends seemed quite amusing, the book seemed to just ramble on. I couldn't keep track of who's who and I found myself going back in the book for a quick refresher.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have just started the book....about 50 pages in...however a little hard to keep track of because it rambles...seems like the story could be good just to much going on
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seldom do i not finish a book this one i couldnt keep up starf to be ok then get perverted not what i read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not worth $6.
tinag197052 More than 1 year ago
I have not read this book yet, I look forward to read it in the future. after reading the reviews it looks like a good book.