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After Tarryn published The Opportunist, in 2012, readers began demanding a sequel to Olivia Kaspen’s story. Harassed daily, Tarryn accused her readers of being both passionate and complete nut-cases. And so, fans of her books began calling themselves, The Passionate Little Nutcases (PLNs). Four years later and the PLNs have a bit of a rough reputation, though they are mostly self proclaimed villains. They hide out in a Facebook group called, Tarryn Fisher’s Passionate Little Nutcases, where they bicker, occasionally talk about books, do fabulous monthly gift exchanges, and help each other out when in need. You’re welcome to join, but we do bite.

What PLNs are sharing on Instagram…

It’s Saturday. I like those

It’s Saturday. I like those

Final round of the Goodreads choice awards. Don’

Final round of the Goodreads choice awards. Don’t forget to vote.

Happy Thanksgiving, my insta babes😘😘

Happy Thanksgiving, my insta babes😘😘

You ready to follow me into this wet, moody novel

You ready to follow me into this wet, moody novel that’s going to twist your stomach into knots? I have two women with big secrets and a taste for disaster. In the game of wrong— can she be right...? Oh my friends, it’s always a gamble when reading my books. So excited for you to read this next month.

Snatch those beautiful winter days

Snatch those beautiful winter days

@tess_callahan wrote one of my favorite books. It’s a surreal and huge honor to have her blurb The Wrong Family all these years later. April & Oliver told me what type of writer I wanted to be. Thank you, Tess. And to @katucker_ another wordsmith—danke 🖤🖤

My twelve year old daughter was called a bitch by

My twelve year old daughter was called a bitch by a boy for the first time. I was around the same age when I was called my first “B” word. I told her that they only call us that when we’ve outwitted them, and it’s become a bit of a compliment. The femme bites back and we don’t raise girls who cower. But for the love—teach your sons...

The Wives did great. You guys rallied behind me, p

The Wives did great. You guys rallied behind me, pushed my debut trade thriller to the NYT bestseller list for months. It was humbling, and I spent release day curled in a drunk ball on the floor thinking about the future. My next book had to be better. For you and for me. And so that was my absolute focus while writing The Wrong Family; I was in fierce competition with myself. Did I whip my own ass? You’ll tell me this December 29th. But I am certain you’ve never read anything like this.

Married my rebound; can confirm that womanizing ba

Married my rebound; can confirm that womanizing bastards are wonderful once tamed. #fiveyearsfelled #fiveyearsincaptivity #truelove also I love him so much

Did my Saturday morning errands with my Friday nig

Did my Saturday morning errands with my Friday night hair and I was not taking any lip today.

Small needs. If you have a small need, something y

Small needs. If you have a small need, something you can’t afford, it could be anything from a book, to a meal, to a pair of shoes—post it in the comments below. We’d like to help you. ❣️ If you would like to help meet someone’s small need comment below their post with : I will meet this need. It’s then your responsibility to DM them and get the item to them. See a need, meet a need. It’s as easy as that. Let’s get started. (please disclose your country if it’s not the US so someone from your country can find your comment).

Happy Saturday. Who wants an arc?

Happy Saturday. Who wants an arc?

I’ve written seven books in this space and I’m

I’ve written seven books in this space and I’m getting ready to move on. Writing the Wrong Family here was one of the most memorable experiences I’ve had with my craft so it’s a bittersweet goodbye. One of my tattoos is a line by Charles Bukowski: she’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire. I went mad for this one, so I’m hoping you guys are on the magic receiving end when you read it. And now I have to go pack...

This is how I want to be remembered

This is how I want to be remembered

The villain lives strong inside her

The villain lives strong inside her

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Hope you snuck in a nap today. I am reading, and J

Hope you snuck in a nap today. I am reading, and Josh is cooking, and later we’re going to watch a scary movie under mounds of blankets. What did you and yours do today?

Mom and dad don’t try to match but here it is

Mom and dad don’t try to match but here it is

I’ll be giving away some advanced reader copies

I’ll be giving away some advanced reader copies of The Wrong Family tomorrow during Tuesday with Tarryn. ✌🏼💋

I’ve been calling him Lord Farquaad because of t

I’ve been calling him Lord Farquaad because of the hair. This is too much...

I’m choosing some people to read The Wrong Famil

I’m choosing some people to read The Wrong Family early. Leave a comment to enter...

I have many aunties, but I had a special bond with

I have many aunties, but I had a special bond with my Marlena Moonin. She told me a story that turned into a book. I miss her deeply. #thewrongfamily

Hey you, I’ll be taking over the @bookclubbish t

Hey you, I’ll be taking over the @bookclubbish tomorrow where you can ask me all the questions. Join me to chat about The Wrong Family, writing, and all your problems. See you then!

It’s sweater weather and I’m not mad about it

It’s sweater weather and I’m not mad about it till January...

You gotta tickle the mischief out of them...

You gotta tickle the mischief out of them...

So far the “terrible twos” have been a lot of

So far the “terrible twos” have been a lot of fun. We had that brief cussing stage but he’s cleaned up his act, and now he’s overly polite after he bites us.

Lu and Lovie (but I’m the only one who can call

Lu and Lovie (but I’m the only one who can call them that)

I had this whole self hate phase. I don’t think

I had this whole self hate phase. I don’t think I realized that I hated myself though. It was during my divorce when every disappointment and hurt was cataloguing itself in my mind. I was projecting irritation, I was condescending to anything that I felt resembled weakness. I fully embraced the villain persona and I wrote a few charged books to express my anger. I’m not that person anymore, but I miss her. I’ve grown past the bitterness, past thinking I’m right, past allowing someone else’s state of being to affect my own. Now I’m angry about being filled with love. I can’t stand the fact that I can’t hold on to hate. I’m disgusted by not being disgusted. Anyway, all this to tell you that we aren’t supposed to stay the same. Even when people expect us to. Even when we expect ourselves to. When you acquire wisdom and apply it to your life you cannot stay the same. Your people may guilt you for changing—mute and live. You have a right to explore things in your mind and heart, and trust me, they’ll get used to it. And at least I still look mean...I have that.

He wakes up in a hurry. Eyes pop open and he’s a

He wakes up in a hurry. Eyes pop open and he’s already scooting backwards on his belly to reach the floor. He says the same two words as his eyes find me—but he’s looking through me, he’s urgent... “Where’s Ryrer...?” Every. Single. Day.

Lake days #pnwonderland

Lake days #pnwonderland

Early morning walk with my french fry nugget. His

Early morning walk with my french fry nugget. His little tongue though...

Cheers to overachieving friends who cook things fr

Cheers to overachieving friends who cook things from scratch! This girl makes a sugo that can heal lands and raise unicorns from the dead. What does your best friend feed you?

I love Washington state. She filled me with things

I love Washington state. She filled me with things when I was hollow. Where do you live and why?

A year ago. And time is flying ✈️

A year ago. And time is flying ✈️

He’s a wild thing and I am the color of BOOM. Ha

He’s a wild thing and I am the color of BOOM. Happy Saturday

The most romantic words I’ve ever read. In my de

The most romantic words I’ve ever read. In my dewy youth I believed them. I didn’t know myself well enough to know that I would not wait. Waiting was a romance I didn’t have time for. I grieved the things that slipped through my fingers before I had the ability to cup my hands. My grief pooled beneath me and I stepped over it. I will not wait all my life. I will not wait. I am now. I am breathing. I am the unquenched love story.

He will not cut his hair. Respect. I will no longe

He will not cut his hair. Respect. I will no longer shave. Anything.

Still tickled that I can make redheads. It was a p

Still tickled that I can make redheads. It was a power move for sure.

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