Karryn Nagel


I'm a country girl who was raised by race car drivers. I was a lightning designer for 7 years, then worked in Health/Healing in various capacities for 7 years. I ran a side business selling unusual, sexy sassy parasols for 2.5 years. I've done personal home organization, run a charity bake sale where I bake over 50 pies every Fall, and now I'm writing a book about my time as a cigarette and candy girl on the streets of San Francisco.
Basically, I'm good at many things, and like to apply those skills in new challenges.
I'm a bit awed that I wrote a book, but this idea had haunted me, literally, for 7 years, and WOULDN'T let me rest. I believe strongly in obeying the creative spirit if it keeps knocking you upside the head.
In other news, I live in Berkeley, CA.

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Stockings Required-Tales of a Cigarette & Candy Girl
Price: $4.99 USD. Words: 77,940. Language: English. Published: May 22, 2013. Categories: Fiction » Romance » Action/adventure, Fiction » Humor & comedy » General
(4.00 from 1 review)
Pale is 26 years old, but still has trouble finding a job. On a dare from her best friend, she lands a job as a cigarette and candy girl in San Francisco. Her customers are all outrageous and unpredictable. Even though he’s not perfect, she lusts after one of the company drivers who just wants to be “friends”. A family mystery comes to light-how can she know the news won't make matters worse?

Smashwords book reviews by Karryn Nagel

  • Things Unseen on Feb. 13, 2014

    Have you ever had a book take a hold of you so completely, so thoroughly, so utterly, that what I'm about to say will not surprise you in the least? Go back and read that sentence again at the end of the review. I'm putting a little whammy on you; putting it there in front, but trust me, it needs to be there. I read this on the train to work. I read it while waiting in line at Starbucks, even if there was only one person in front of me. I read while walking into people on the way to the line at Starbucks. I shunned the invites to you-are-a-new-work-colleague-therefore-you-are-invited-to-our-lunch-group. I alienated people in the elevator, on the stairs, in the deli, and walking from the station, took my life in my own hands as I did NOT check my perimeter like a single woman walking alone at night at a sketchy as fuck train station parking lot should do. BECAUSE I WAS FARGING READING DON'T EVEN TRY TO MURDER ME. I WILL HURT YOU SO MUCH WORSE THAN DEATH. I resented everything that took me away from this book, including going to the toilet (I have a special toilet book right now, so I'm not "allowed" to read the Kindle there-who makes up these rules? Oh, that's right, I do. Stupid past Me!) And the worst part was when I would, for the fraction of a moment, entertain other conversations with people, and they asked me to describe it, I would blubber like a winner on Ellen. I couldn't possible, POSSIBLE narrow down this world for you into a snippet. You will have to take my slack jawed, drooling, hand flapping, air channel wheezing, hair standing up on end word for it. Because really. IT'S THAT.SWEET.MERCIFUL.ZEUS.GOOD. I'm ashamed to say I actually know this man, he's a close friend of mine. I went to his Thanksgiving dinner. He makes great turkey. I'm whimpering at the idea of the other stories in his menagerie; clearly I'm some sort of sadist to keep coming back-but this is the very thing that keeps my blood pumping and my heart racing, and my legs bicycling. I'm a crazed optimist: always seeing the good in people. Always looking for the way we can turn this lemonade into more than lemonade but into sweet nectar. And yet. And yet. It's the arcane, the struggle, the soft erotica that revs me. It's the decisions-the TOUGH decisions that come to each of us, fictional and real. It's the company we choose. It's the purpose that drives us. (Sorry, drifted into the speech from The Matrix) But it is! and the best part of Things Unseen, is that the purpose changes. People do. Change. I'm not a fan of writing reviews that cover the story. I'm not about to summarize for you my best parts or the scary parts. I'm not even going to try and explain that because I know him, it's sweeter. Because it's not. It's that direct purity of seeing straight, and I mean STRAIGHT >>>>>>> into an author's soul and knowing what resides there. He gives you that. Whether or not you like it as much of me is none of my business. Truly! I'm not here to sway you, I'm just here to praise. It's rich, it's leveled. it's funny. It's people. It's events. It's honesty. It's lies. It's a Russian nesting doll. ok, there's my close. I'm closing on that. Cheers.