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A Bailey Weggins Mystery

One of the savviest single urbanites ever to take up sleuthing and still look great, Bailey Weggins made her smashing debut in Kate White's If Looks Could Kill, a dishy and delectable New York Times bestseller and the first "Reading with Ripa" Book Club selection. Now the Gloss magazine true crime writer returns in a story of high style and low ...
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Overview

A Bailey Weggins Mystery

One of the savviest single urbanites ever to take up sleuthing and still look great, Bailey Weggins made her smashing debut in Kate White's If Looks Could Kill, a dishy and delectable New York Times bestseller and the first "Reading with Ripa" Book Club selection. Now the Gloss magazine true crime writer returns in a story of high style and low murder that goes behind the salons and saunas of a ritzy country spa to uncover...

A BODY TO DIE FORAfter her last adventure, Bailey Weggins is one tired reporter in need of R & R. So when an old family friend invites her for a free weekend at the Cedar Inn in rural Massachusetts, she jumps at the chance to leave Manhattan for some major pampering.At the elegant mid-nineteenth-century hideaway, with its Asian-inspired spa, Bailey is soon luxuriating to the hypnotic sound of water spilling over stones and the soothing scent of green-tea candles. Yet mayhem is mere steps away, as Bailey discovers when she literally stumbles across a corpse wrapped mummy-style in a treatment room.Suddenly, her time-out is transformed into a full-tilt murder investigation. Bailey hadn't expected to meet anyone other than socialites slathering their cellulite with shea butter, but now she's dealing with a list of suspects dirtier than a mud bath: a spurned lover, a shady husband, and a group of employees who seem to be hiding something. And against her better judgment, she can't seem to keep her own hands off the sexy homicide detective assigned to the case. Desperate to help her mother's friend, the owner of the spa, Bailey will find herself chasing clues across state lines just as another death sweeps her into the sights of a vicious killer. And this time, the body in the mud wrap could be her own.
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Kate White's background as editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan adds depth and dazzle to her New York Times bestselling mystery series featuring a savvy, sexy magazine reporter named Bailey Weggins. In Bailey's first adventure, she tracked down the story behind the murder of her boss's nanny, proving that she had a nose for news…and a major talent for trouble. Now, in A Body to Die For, Bailey thinks a weekend at a friend's country inn and spa sounds like the perfect pick-me-up after her recent brush with death. Unfortunately, the publicity that follows Bailey's discovery of a dead body in a mud wrap won't be a selling point for the healthful qualities of her friend's otherwise delightfully elegant Massachusetts resort.... Sue Stone
Publishers Weekly
Bailey Weggins, the heroine of Cosmo editor-in-chief White's bestselling debut, If Looks Could Kill (2002), proves that her sleuthing ability was no fluke in this solid follow-up. Depressed by her nonexistent love life, Bailey, a freelance true-crime writer for Gloss magazine, leaves Manhattan for some R&R at the Cedar Inn and Spa in Warren, Mass., owned and run by an old friend of her mother's. Her first night there, however, she stumbles on the corpse of one of the inn's female therapists-wrapped in silver Mylar paper. Anna Cole's murder, on top of the accidental death of a male client months earlier, could spell doom for the inn, unless Bailey can get to the bottom of things. Meanwhile, Jack Herlihy, the smooth shrink from her prior outing, surfaces with a plausible excuse for his earlier disappearing act, while "dashing" Jeffrey Beck, the local detective who's looking into Anna's murder, also attracts, despite his cool professional demeanor. Bailey bravely deals with threats (a dead mouse wrapped in Mylar in the mail), deftly pumps people for information (a scene with a local waitress is a gem) and comes to a startling conclusion after the murder of a second therapist just before the heart-stopping, heroine-in-peril climax. Though the glamorous New York magazine world has only a small role here, fans will find Bailey's sassy wit as engaging as ever and are sure to admire the skill with which White pulls together all the threads. Literary Guild, Doubleday Book Club and BOMC; Mystery Guild alternate. (June 2) Forecast: Expectations are running high for this sequel, after the hardcover of If Looks Could Kill sold more than 150,000 copies. The major advertising/publicity/promotion campaign for this media-savvy author should ensure similar sales, though those looking for glitz may be disappointed to find less of it than before. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In White's second Bailey Weggins mystery, freelance writer Bailey is more confident as she blunders into another dead body, this time at a friend's spa, though she lets her heart guide much of her investigation. Less predictable than If Looks Could Kill, the novel is more of a logic problem, with a good number of plausible suspects. Jen Taylor gives a solid reading of the narrative sections but is mismatched with the voices, especially the males and older women. Entertaining but not essential for small and medium collections.-Joyce Kessel, Villa Maria Coll., Buffalo, NY Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Now that she’s solved the murder of her NYC editor’s nanny (If Looks Could Kill, 2002), Gloss crime writer Bailey Weggins is ready for a restorative stay at a friend’s Massachusetts spa. Yeah, right. This time, the corpse Bailey discovers is that of Anna Cole, the massage therapist who’s been wrapped in layers of her own Mylar tissue and given a heavy neck message. Could the nemesis of Cedar Inn and Spa who’s threatening the livelihood of owner Danielle Hubner--obviously some intimate who knows where to find weapons like Mylar tissue--be someone who knew the truth about the former job that won Anna such a glowing recommendation? Someone who knows the terrible secret from Anna’s past that was, as a fellow masseuse observes, making her body so deeply tense even pre-mortem? Someone as close to home as Danny’s untrustworthy new husband George? Convinced that "something ulterior was happening at the spa," Bailey works every lead with all the energy of Nancy Drew, but in truth she’s a lot more interested in the complicated bliss of her pursuit by both Jack Herlihy, the DC psychology prof she thought had lost interest, and Detective Supervisor Jeffrey Beck, whose interest is never seriously in question. Mystery authors envying the runaway success of White’s brightly ordinary debut will probably be equally bemused when this one hits the bestseller lists. It’s enough to drive a body to murder. Agent: Sandra Dijkstra/Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446617703
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/1/2005
  • Series: Bailey Weggins Series, #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 4.12 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Kate White
Kate White
Kate White is one busy woman. When she isn’t helming Cosmopolitan magazine as editor-in-chief, she is writing her wonderfully wicked mystery novel series starring Bailey Weggins or penning sly self-help volumes like How to Set His Thighs on Fire.

Biography

As the editor-in-chief of famed magazine Cosmopolitan, Kate White knows women inside and out. She knows what women like, and she especially knows what they like to read. So it's no surprise that her deliciously decadent mystery novels are such a hit with the ladies.

White came from a strong background in the magazine world. Since getting her foot in the door at Glamour magazine by winning their Top Ten College Women contest, she has worked as an editorial assistant at Glamour, later becoming a feature writer and columnist for the magazine. Following her stint at Glamour, she worked her way up to editor-in-chief for Child, then Working Woman, McCall's, and Redbook. In 1998, White became editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan.

Since joining the ranks of Cosmo, White has spear-headed a spin-off magazine called Cosmo Style, started a channel called Cosmo Radio on Sirius Radio, and published books such as Cosmo Kama Sutra through the magazine's Cosmo Books. She is also responsible for driving Cosmopolitan's readership through the roof. Since taking control of the magazine, she has increased its circulation by over 500,000. So, how can a woman with such a full plate find time to also launch a successful fiction-writing career? Well, as she says on her web site, "I don't really have any other hobbies other than cooking. I can't sing, play a musical instrument, excel at sports, draw, quilt, knit or decoupage. So writing mysteries is my hobby."

That hobby has led White to create sultry true-crime reporter Bailey Weggins, who has sashayed her way through three novels since If Looks Could Kill was published in 2002. The following year, Weggins reappeared in White's second perfect-for-the-beach mystery. A Body to Die For is rife with White's trademark wit and sexiness and became another big seller. The book not only pleased White's readers but also garnered her some well-deserved praise from the press. Publishers Weekly, which was critical of If Looks Could Kill, applauded A Body to Die For, saying that "fans will find Bailey's sassy wit as engaging as ever and are sure to admire the skill with which White pulls together all the threads."

In 2005, White published her third Bailey Weggins novel, Over Her Dead Body. This time out, Bailey loses her job at Gloss magazine (no doubt a fictional stand-in for Cosmo). However, things get hotter than ever when she begins covering celebrity crime for Buzz magazine and her new boss is murdered. Again, White is pleasing fans and critics alike.

White's most recent release is a brief break from Weggins's exploits, but it certainly isn't a break from the kind of sly blend of humor and sex that readers have come to expect from her. How to Set His Thighs on Fire: 86 Red-Hot Lessons on Love, Life, Men, and (Especially) Sex is a slightly satirical, high-spirited take on the kinds of self-help guides found in women's mags such as, well, Cosmopolitan. But fans of Bailey Weggins should not fear -- White is currently working on the next installment of her hit series.

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      1950
    2. Place of Birth:
      Glens Falls, New York
    1. Education:
      Union College, 1972
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A Body to Die For


By Kate White

Time Warner

Copyright © 2003 Kate White
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0446531480


Chapter One

When I think back on everything terrible that happened that autumn-the murders, the grim discovery I made, the danger I found myself in-I realize I probably could have avoided all of it if my love life hadn't been so sucky. Or let me rephrase that. Nonexistent. Late in the summer, I'd been kicked to the curb by a guy I was fairly gaga over, and though my heart no longer felt as raw as a rug burn, my misery had morphed into a sour, man-repellent mood. It was as if I had a sign over my head that said, "Step any closer and I'm gonna bitch-slap you."

So when I was invited to spend an early fall weekend free of charge at the Cedar Inn and Spa in Warren, Massachusetts, I grabbed the chance. Trust me, I wasn't expecting to meet anyone there-except maybe a few rich women in pastel sweat suits and fanny packs who thought having their bodies slathered in shea butter would miraculously vaporize their cellulite. I should also admit that I've generally found spa stuff pretty goofy. I once had a complimentary prune-and-pumpkin facial, and when it was over I kept thinking that I should be stationed on a sideboard between a roast turkey and cornbread stuffing.

But I do go nuts for a good massage, and I was hoping that a few of those and a change of scenery would improve my mood as well as jump-start my heart.

Unfortunately, soon after I arrived at the inn, all hell broke loose.

I pulled into Warren just before seven on Friday night. A reasonable arrival time, but three damn hours later than I'd originally planned. A combination of things had thrown my schedule into a tizzy. I'm a freelance journalist, specializing in human-interest and crime stories, and an interview that I was scheduled to do with a psychologist for an article on mass hysteria got pushed from morning to midafternoon. I would have liked to just blow it off entirely. But the piece was due at the end of the following week, and I was feeling under the gun. I didn't hit the road until three-thirty, guaranteeing that I'd have a good chance of getting caught in a rush-hour mess somewhere between Manhattan and Massachusetts-and I did. In addition, I was undone by a smoldering car fire on the southbound side of the New York State Thruway, which caused people on my side to practically crawl by on their haunches so they could get a better look. You would have thought the front half of the Titanic had been dredged and deposited along the side of the road.

If I'd arrived on schedule, I would have been welcomed by the owner of the inn, Danielle (aka Danny) Hubner. She was the one treating me to an all-expenses-paid weekend. An old college friend of my mother's, Danny had been pleading for me to visit the inn since she'd opened it three or four years ago. But I'd always been too crazed with work-or too caught up in the stages of grief that followed the demise two years ago of my flash fire of a marriage: heartache, healing, and manic horniness. This fall, because of my snarky mood, I'd finally said yes.

It would be great, I figured, to not only be pampered 24/7, but also to spend a nice chunk of time with Danny. She was really my friend, too, and she had a slightly offbeat personality that I found absolutely refreshing. I got the sense my visit would also prove beneficial to her. My mother had called right before she flew to Athens for a Mediterranean cruise to say that Danny had seemed in a bit of a slump lately, but she didn't know why. My mother was worried she might be having troubles with her second husband, George, whom I'd yet to meet-and whom my mother didn't seem wild about.

Since I arrived so late, I'd missed Danny. According to the desk clerk, she'd driven into town on business she could no longer put off, but she'd left word that she would check in with me later. I was given a brief tour before being shown to my room.

The inn, a rambling, clapboard building probably erected in the mid-1800s, was really quite smashing, even more so than in the pictures I'd seen. Instead of dripping with the cutesy country charm that you so often find at a restored inn, the decor was elegant, pared down-lots of beige and cream tones and brown-and-white-check fabric. And there wasn't a whirligig, weather vane, or wooden swan in sight.

Since I was late, I figured I'd blown any chance of getting a treatment that night, but my guide explained that Danny had arranged for me to be squeezed in for a massage at eight-before a late dinner. The inn's spa, which also operated as a day spa for the area, stayed open until ten.

I had about fifteen minutes to catch my breath before the massage. My room was maximum charming, a suite, actually, with a small living area. It also sported checks, but in red and white and paired with several quirky print fabrics. I unpacked the clothes most likely to wrinkle and hung them in the closet. (I'm a contributing writer for Gloss magazine, and I read in a recent issue that you should roll your clothes in tissue paper before packing them in order to prevent wrinkles, but I'd no sooner take the time to do that than I would to iron my underpants.) Next I took a very quick shower, letting the spray of hot water do a number on muscles achy from a long car ride.

I dried myself off with a thick Egyptian-cotton towel. Thanks to a towel warmer, it was as toasty as a baked potato. As I buffed my body with it, I noticed a small earthenware jar on the bathroom countertop. It was filled to the brim with amber-colored bath salts, and a little tag announced their availability for sale in the spa. They were a blend of sandalwood and sweet orange aromatics with a hint of frankincense, prepared, the tag said, so I could "surrender to a state of total enchantment and emerge with a primitive power." God, just what I needed. Was it actually suggesting I could get both in the same weekend? I glanced up, into the mirror above the sink. I'm five six, with short, brownish blond hair, and blue eyes, and I'm considered pretty in a slightly sporty way, but there was no denying that at this moment in time, I looked weary, even burned-out. It was going to take a helluva lot of bath salts to leave me feeling enchanted and empowered.

I arrived downstairs at the spa with just a few minutes to spare. It was actually a large addition to the inn, abutting the eastern edge of the building. The decor was Asian inspired: beige walls, cracked stone floors, bamboo plants in large putty-colored pots, and hallways lined with sheer beige curtains that poofed outward from the breeze that you created walking by them. It was very different from the decor of the inn, but because they both featured such muted tones, it all seemed to work together.

I undressed in a spacious dressing area and then waited for ten minutes in the so-called relaxation room. Haunting Asian music played in the background, water gurgled over stones in a small fountain, and the scent of green tea wafted from two flickering candles. I tried to let go and relish it, but I felt a little silly. It was as if I'd somehow stumbled into a scene from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Fortunately, it was only a few minutes before I was led to a treatment room. I could barely wait for my massage to start, for the chance to have those sore muscles unknotted. My only concern was that it had been so long since I'd had any physical contact with another member of my species that I might begin to whimper at the first touch-like a poor little pound puppy. Unfortunately, on a scale of one to ten, the massage was no more than a seven. My "therapist," a red-haired woman in her thirties, was skilled enough and had plenty of strength in her hands, but she seemed distracted, pausing at odd moments as she worked. It was enough to make me wonder if I had something weird happening on my butt-like a humongous boil-that was forcing her to stop and gape in horror. I was almost relieved when I was finally back in my suite and could totally veg.

After ordering a club sandwich and a glass of Merlot from room service, I unpacked most of the rest of the stuff from my bag, sticking my underwear and shirts in a dresser. In the early days that I'd traveled, I used to wonder who actually used hotel dressers, but lately, at the ripe old age of thirty-three, I'd come to discover that I prefer not having to forage through my suitcase each time I get dressed.

My food arrived within twenty minutes and, ravenous, I devoured it. Then, after opening the window a crack, I undressed and turned back the thick white duvet on the bed. I was looking forward to reading between sheets that felt as if they exceeded a three-hundred-thread count.

As I lay between said silky sheets, though, I could feel my mind itching to go places it shouldn't. In other words, it was dying to ruminate about my most recent love trouble. His name was Jack Herlihy, and he was a thirty-five-year-old professor of psychology from Washington, D.C., whom I'd met in May after he'd come up to teach a summer course in New York. At the time, Jack had come across like a breath of fresh air compared to most of the guys I'd been meeting. He was great looking, nice without being a wuss, and an amazing listener (well, he was a shrink), and he managed to be all of these things without ever showing up, like some New York men, with too much product in his hair. He seemed like a straight shooter, not the kind of guy who promises to call the next day but doesn't for weeks, giving you reason to believe that he calculates his time in dog years. Jack didn't like games-or at least that's what I assumed before he started playing them.

Most of my Jack ruminations generally involved trying to figure out how I'd blown things. Admittedly, our romance had gotten off to a slow start, but he'd seemed okay with the pace, and it was certainly fine with me. I'd been fairly skittish since my ex-husband-the attorney-at-law and gambler-at-large-had fled the scene. Jack and I had some fun nights in the Village (he was hoping to eventually relocate to New York), one glorious day on the beach on Fire Island, and a night of half-naked groping in his apartment, during which I explained I wanted to wait a little longer for the full-frontal variety.

Then, in the beginning of July, Jack announced that his younger sister had meningitis and he was going to be going home to Pittsburgh each weekend to help his family. Since his life was about to become insane, he wanted to put our relationship on hold for the next few weeks-until he and his family were through the worst. I promised to be there when his life returned to normal.

We'd stayed in phone contact through July and the first week of August, and then suddenly I stopped hearing from him. I told myself to be patient, that he was caught up in the crisis. But after several weeks had gone by and he was still incommunicado, I started to panic. Since I didn't have any reason to believe he'd entered the Federal Witness Protection Program, I suspected that I'd been given the boot.

But wait, things get worse. Just before Labor Day, as I was cruising the Village in search of fall shoes, I spotted him from a distance with a couple of cute female student types-he seemed talky, flirtatious, Mister Not-a-Friggin'-Care-in-the-World. As I'd ducked on wobbly legs into a store to avoid being seen, it was finally clear that it was o-v-e-r.

The only question left in my mind was why? Had he not been that interested in me to begin with and his sister's illness had become a good excuse to put distance between us? Had he met someone else in the weeks we'd been apart? Had my request to take the sexual part of the relationship slowly discouraged him despite the fact that he had sounded okay with it?

Just as I was about to travel this tiresome ground in my mind for the millionth time, the phone rang.

"Bailey, it's Danny. I didn't wake you, did I?"

As she spoke, I could see her in my mind's eye. She was in her early sixties, pretty, or rather handsome, I'd say, with blondish gray hair lightly curled. And she was tiny-only about five feet tall and as slim as a candlewick.

"No, no, I'm just lying in bed with a book," I said. "Danny, your inn is absolutely gorgeous. You've done an amazing job with it."

"Thank you so much, dearest. How has your evening been?"

Well, for the last twenty minutes I'd been tapping a freshly scabbed emotional bruise, seeing if I could make myself squeal-but I spared her that sordid detail.

"Terrific. I had a lovely massage and then a light dinner up here in my room-or should I say my suite fit for a princess."

"Who was your massage therapist, do you recall?"

"A woman. Redhead. Name started with a P, I think."

"Piper. She has wonderful hands, don't you think?"

"Yes, definitely." I wasn't going to get Piper in any kind of trouble by saying her heart hadn't been totally into her work tonight.

"By the way, I've set up a meeting for you and Josh, the spa manager, at four tomorrow-if that's still okay with you."

I write a few travel articles each year-it's a free way to see the world and also a nice break from the crime grind-and Danny was hoping that while I was ensconced at the inn I could provide some ideas on how to better pitch her place to editors and travel writers.

"Of course," I said. "But when do I get to see you?"

"How about breakfast together tomorrow morning?" Danny asked. "Would nine work for you?"

"Absolutely, though I still may be in a stupor from my massage."

She laughed lightly, like someone jangling her keys. "Well, you know what I always say-too much of a good thing is wonderful. Just wait till you have some of the other treatments I've got booked for you. Have you ever had a massage with hot stones before?"

"No-but I'm game for anything as long as it doesn't involve colonics."

"Oh, Bailey, you always make me laugh," she said. "Well, I'm going to turn in now because my head is throbbing for some reason. I'm staying here at the inn tonight, by the way, in case you need to reach me."

"Do you do that to see things from the guests' perspective?"

"Partly. But also George is out of town and I hate staying alone. Our house isn't far from here, but it's very secluded. Shall we meet in the lobby, then?"

"See you then. I can't wait."

And I meant it. I felt a tremendous debt to Danny. She had been so good to me when my father died the year I was twelve, taking me on all sorts of little adventures and day trips at a time when my mother was struggling so much that it was hard for her to comfort me. Danny must have sensed early on my fascination for the macabre, because one of our excursions had been to Salem, to learn more about the witch trials. My mother had looked slightly agog at both of us when she'd learned where we'd ended up that day, but it had been pure heaven for me.

My family eventually lost touch with Danny, during a period when she'd lived out west in a bad marriage.

Continues...


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Interviews & Essays

An Interview with Kate White
Kate White is without a doubt one of the hottest new names on the mystery beat. Her day job as editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan adds depth and dazzle to her New York Times bestselling mystery series featuring savvy magazine reporter Bailey Weggins. Kate's debut, If Looks Could Kill, was a runaway hit, and she soon follwed up with a second installment, A Body to Die For. In June 2003, Kate talked to Ransom Notes about her interest in mysteries and her future plans for Bailey, her fictional alter ego.

Kate White: I've always been fascinated by the more macabre side of life. My mother tells me that when I was three I painted a piece of paper entirely black, and when she asked me what the name of it was, I told her "The hacienda is dark and the town is sleeping."

I love mysteries because they're suspenseful, and they also allow you to solve an intriguing puzzle. That's why, in both the Bailey Weggins books, I provide clues and give readers the opportunity to figure out who committed the murder. Though thrillers are also suspenseful, I never enjoy books as much when I know who the killer is from the very beginning.

Ransom Notes: How do you think your magazine publishing background has influenced your mysteries the most?

KW: I feel that humor is an important aspect of Cosmo, and I realized as I started writing my mystery series that I wanted to include humor in it as well. That's why Bailey is so irreverent. Bailey is also impulsive. There's a part of me that's like that, too, but I have to keep it under wraps in my profession. Writing about her gives me a chance to express that part of myself.

RN: What made you decide to set A Body to Die For in a spa?

KW: Just before I finished If Looks Could Kill, I started looking for an idea for my second mystery. A strategy I found very helpful is one I picked up from Practical Intuition by Laura Day. She says that when you need an answer in a creative situation, pose the question to the universe and the answer will come to you. I decided to book myself into a day spa for an afternoon in order to relax and open myself up for inspiration. As I was waiting for a facial I glanced around the room at some of the bizarre equipment, and suddenly I realized I wanted to write about a murder in a spa.

RN: Bailey has had some pretty rocky relationships lately. Can you tell us what you think that adds to her stories?

KW: Bailey is still finding her sea legs after her divorce. She really wants to meet someone, but at the same time she's gun-shy. In A Body to Die For, she develops a serious infatuation with Jeffrey Beck, the homicide detective investigating the case. He's attractive and sexy and intriguing, and I hope her involvement with him adds an extra level of excitement to the story that readers will enjoy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2004

    I Couldn't Put It Down!

    After reading 'If Looks Could Kill', I was excited to read this second book by Kate. Of course it was wonderful like the first! I read it in a few short days. The book kept me guessing til the end, and like the first book I was surprised at who the killer was. I would love to read another by Ms. White.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

    Body to Die For

    Have not had the chance to read this yet, but very interesting plot line and love mystery type books. I'm sure to enjoy it. Thank you,Sherry Pace

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2006

    Great Book to Keep You Guessing. A FUN Mystery!

    I love Kate's books. She has a unique way of blending humor, pop-culture, sarcasm and mystery to keep her readers laughing and guessing until the end. If you enjoyed this book - read all of Kate White's Bailey Weggins mysteries.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2005

    Better.... and Better

    I read the first book & liked it alot. Got this one & just loved it!!!! Really enjoying this series. I am looking forward to lots more!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2004

    What a Sad Excuse for a Mystery

    This book was predictable with shallow, poorly developed characters and litte to the plot. The attempts at the end of each chapter to make the reader 'gasp' were laughable. I don't recommend this book to anyone. I only finished it because I had spent the money and my TV was broken.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2003

    A fun read

    I enjoy a good mystery. This was easy and fun, and had a nice surprise ending. It was not such a book that I couldn't put down, but one I looked forward to picking up again.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2003

    Addicting!

    I read this book before White's freshman effort 'If Looks Could Kill' and couldn't put it down! A great mystery that keeps you guessing until the very end. WARNING: You won't want to leave the house until you finish it!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2003

    A must read for summer or anytime!

    I loved this book and couldn't put it down.The ending was awesome and I never would have guessed it but I agree that I'll never be able to get a mud wrap.Although, I enjoyed IF LOOKS COULD KILL more,this book was a good follow up and I can't wait for a third.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2003

    What a read!

    I read this book in less than 24 hours. The next chapter of Bailey Weggins detective life kept me turning page after page. Set in a relaxing spa, the adventure was anythng but relaxing. I'm not so sure I'll be able to ever get a mud wrap. I can't wait for a third book!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    solid investigative tale

    Manhattan Crime reporter Bailey Weggins feels she needs some rest following her last dangerous investigation (see IF LOOKS COULD KILL). So she feels fortunate when she receives an invitation for a free weekend at the Cedar Inn, a posh nineteenth-century Asian-like spa in Warren, Massachusetts. Bailey plans to enjoy forty-eight hours of mud bath pampering. <P>However, her mellowing ends rather quickly when Bailey finds the murdered corpse of masseuse Anna Cole, wrapped like a mummy. Unable to ignore the homicide especially since the beleaguered owner is a close friend of her mom, Bailey makes inquiries and soon uncovers a laundry list of suspects. Also her continuing to look for clues keeps her within a caress of Detective Supervisor Jeffrey Beck even while psychology professor Dr. Jack Herlihy shows renewed interest in the brave heroine. <P>Readers will envy the lead protagonist for the melodious serene relaxation especially those heavenly physical massages that she undergoes. However, once the tale goes into investigative mode, it never slows down. The story line works because the audience will like the 'pampered' Bailey who is as interested in the men in her life as she is in solving the homicide. Kate White will score once again with her second Bailey book. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2003

    Very Good Book

    A fantastic book that is well-told and exciting!

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