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RYLIE TABITHA KEYES MYSTERIES
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My life began when my father noticed a demure smile on my mother's lips, a telltale sign of her forgiveness. Now a squiggly thing in her womb, I thought why not give life a whirl. A loving mother was handy, and with my father mainlining margaritas in parts unknown I embarked on life's journey, a hair's breadth from the surf. My childhood was on and off cool and money scarce, but soon I could see over the wheel of our old Impala.
After college, prowling the world became my shtick. Armed with a backpack and passport, I absorbed this planet like a dry creek in an August rainstorm.
It would be stretching the truth to say I've seen everything this world has to offer, which is part of my bucket list, and done all the things I want to do, which would require less computer time and grown children. I simply write now, hounded by stories in my head, raise my kids, and clean house on occasion to please my sweet, supportive husband.
Marianne Harden
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