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I didn’t put on different clothing and act as if I deserved a raise. I didn’t carry a briefcase to my bartending gig expecting it to manifest into a cushy desk job.
I literally pretended—like when you’re a kid and you pretend that monsters are chasing you or quicksand is sucking you into the floor.
I PLAYED at being a bada$$ who could speak her mind, tell people to go f*** themselves, and be a-okay with not being nice.
I PLAYED at feeling confident everywhere I go.
I PLAYED at being a bada$$.
And now I am one.
I am a bonafide bada$$.
I’m not going to go into the details of what a rockstar I am because there is only limited space here, and my bada$$ery is novel length. 😉
But I will tell you this: reading my Sydney Rye Mysteries will let you play at being a bada$$.
Sydney Rye and her dog, Blue, exact justice with a vengeance. The dog doesn’t die but the bad guys do. And by the end of reading them you’ll be a bada$$, too.
Spend 16 books in Sydney Rye’s head, and the next time Bob from accounting tells you to smile you’ll tell him to put his head in the toilet and flush until he gets the thought out of his twisted brain that you’re there to please him.
Next time Sheryl from across the street reminds you that homemade brownies are “really preferred” for the bake sale; you’ll remind her that you’d “really prefer” she shut her judgmental face.
Then you’ll smile.
Start the Sydney Rye Mysteries today and choose badassery over smothering yourself so other people feel comfortable. Take a breath, read a book… or 16. 😈
Pay what you want for the first 8 Sydney Rye Mysteries—this offer is exclusive to my bookstore. That’s one of the bada$$ things about me. I sell my books direct to readers, so you save money and I make more.
📗 And get ahead when you preorder Jagged Truth, Sydney Rye Mysteries Book 17: