Over Her Dead Body (Bailey Weggins Series #4)

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White, the editor-in-chief for "Cosmopolitan," delivers a sizzling-hot mystery that takes readers inside the cutthroat world of celebrity magazines. RSharper than a stiletto heel, funnier than a bad dye job.S--"Publishers Weekly," starred review.
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Overview

White, the editor-in-chief for "Cosmopolitan," delivers a sizzling-hot mystery that takes readers inside the cutthroat world of celebrity magazines. RSharper than a stiletto heel, funnier than a bad dye job.S--"Publishers Weekly," starred review.
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If Bailey Weggins's experience is typical, the Manhattan fashion magazine scene is full of pink slips, overbearing bosses, and unexpected corpses. After receiving her walking papers from Gloss, our gal Friday hooks up at Now, a celebrity gossip magazine. Bailey discovers that tensions in the editorial office there rival those of any hostile Hollywood divorce. Editor Mona Hodges runs the trendy rag with an iron fist, driving her unlucky minions to tears and distraction. Perhaps not surprisingly, mean Mona winds up dead. Solving the homicide wasn't in Weggins's job description, but how can she resist?
Publishers Weekly
Sharper than a stiletto heel, funnier than a bad dye job and full of fuchsia herrings, White's fourth Bailey Weggins murderfest (after 2004's 'Til Death Do Us Part) brings back the glitz of the Cosmo editor-in-chief's bestselling debut, If Looks Could Kill, and features yet another she-devil magazine editor. After getting the pink slip from her gig at Gloss ("kind of Cosmo for married chicks"), the sexy sleuth takes a job reporting on celebrity crime for Buzz, a gossipy magazine helmed by Mona Hodges, who wears Dolce & Gabbana, not Prada, and is notorious for her "verbal bullwhipping." When Bailey discovers Mona's body in the editor's office after hours, Bailey's friend and fellow Buzz staffer, Robby Hart, becomes a key suspect in her murder. Soon after acting editor Nash Nolan taps Bailey to do the Buzz investigative article on the crime, Bailey uncovers a zillion other suspects. White keeps the reader guessing whodunit to the end, but the book's main attraction is Bailey herself, with her musings on train-wreck journalism and the perils of falling in love in between worrying if she's next on the killer's list. Catty and bitchy at times, she's all the more appealing because she's not too much of a goody-goody. Agent, Sandra Dijkstra. (July 11) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Bailey Weggins is back and ready to tell you about her annual summer murder mystery adventure! In Over Her Dead Body, she finds herself laid off from Gloss magazine but just as quickly lands a freelance position at Buzz magazine covering celebrity crime. As she's settling in and adjusting to all of the new personalities, she discovers the badly beaten body of her editor, Mona Hodges. Because Mona was a verbally abusive tyrant, there is no shortage of suspects for the police and Bailey to investigate. As with other Bailey Weggins titles (e.g., Til Death Do Us Part and A Body To Die For), the plot is a bit fantastic but deliciously entertaining nonetheless. Actress Lea Thompson's voice suits Bailey perfectly, and her performance is engaging and moves the story along at a good pace. With the lone exception of numerous cheesy musical interludes during climactic moments, the audio production is well done. Definitely recommended and suitable for all fiction and/or mystery collections in public libraries.-Nicole A. Cooke, Montclair State Univ. Lib., NJ Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446697705
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 5/31/2002
  • Series: Bailey Weggins Series , #4
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 1,028,733
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Kate White
KATE WHITE is the editor in chief of Cosmopolitan magazine. She is also the author of the national bestseller WHY GOOD GIRLS DON'T GET AHEAD AND WHY GUTSY GIRLS DO and YOU ON TOP: Smart, Sexy Skills Every Woman Needs to Set the World On Fire. She lives in New York City and can be reached at www.katewhite.com.

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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Over Her Dead Body


By Kate White

Warner Books

Copyright © 2005 Kate White
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53176-6


Chapter One

What you see isn't always what you get.

The trouble with clichés is that they're so downright tedious, you fail to pay any attention to the message they're meant to convey. And sometimes you really should. I know because during a very hot and muggy summer in New York City, that particular cliché jumped up more than once and took a large, hard bite out of my butt.

On the initial occasion, before summer even started, I was an idiot to have been blindsided. It was the last week in May and Cat Jones, my boss at Gloss magazine, had invited me out to dinner. Now, there was nothing inherently odd in Cat treating me to a meal-despite our work arrangement, we'd always been friends in a weird sort of way. But she'd suggested that we meet at six forty-five at a kind of out-of-the-way place in the Village, and that's when the warning bells should have sounded. As a friend of mine once pointed out, when a guy suggests dinner at an untrendy restaurant before seven o'clock, you can be damn sure that he's going to announce he's in love with another chick and he's hoping for a fast escape before you start to sob and lunge for his ankles. My mistake was not realizing that the same warning applied to bosses, too.

I did suspect that the dinner was going to be more work related than personal. For the past few years I've been under contract with Gloss to write eight to ten crime or human-interest stories a year. Cat had worked out the arrangement herself when she'd first arrived at Gloss and was in the process of turning it from a bland-as-boiled-ham women's service magazine into a kind of Cosmo for married chicks. I'd always pitched my own story ideas, and they were green-lighted pretty quickly. But lately I'd been batting zero, and I didn't know why. Perfect example: Two weeks ago I'd suggested a piece on a young mother who'd disappeared without a trace while jogging. The husband had become the main suspect, though interestingly it was she, not he, who'd been having an affair. Cat had nixed the idea with the comment "Missing wives just feel sooo tired to me." Tell that to the Laci Peterson family, I'd been tempted to say-but hadn't. My hunch was that Cat had suggested dinner together so she could offer me insight into what kind of crime didn't put her to sleep these days.

I arrived at the restaurant first, which is typical when dealing with Cat, but at least it gave me a chance to catch my breath. It was a small, French country-style restaurant on MacDougal Street in the Village, and I ordered a glass of rosé in honor of the weather and the ambience. As each group of new diners strolled through the door, they brought a delicious late spring breeze with them.

Let this be a hint of how delicious the summer will be, I prayed. I was thirsty for a summer to end all summers. In January, I'd broken up with a guy I'd really cared about, and though I wasn't eager for another serious relationship right now, I was hoping for some kind of romantic adventure. I'd had a brief fling in late winter with a male model in his early twenties, ten years younger than me, but then he'd relocated to Los Angeles. After that it had been slim pickings unless you count four or five booty calls with an old beau from Brown who had become so stuffy that I practically had to ask him not to talk. I'm pretty, I guess, in a kind of sporty way-five six, fairly slim, with brownish blond hair just below my chin-and generally I'd never had trouble rustling up dates. I was banking on the fact that my dry spell might end now that we were in the season of nearly effortless seductions.

Cat sauntered in about ten minutes late, and heads swiveled in her direction. She's in her late thirties, gorgeous, with long, buttery blond hair, blue eyes, and full lips that never leave the house unless they're stained a brick red or dusky pink. She was wearing slim turquoise pants and an exotic gold-and-turquoise embroidered top that made her look as if she'd just come from the casbah.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, slipping into her seat. "Minor crisis."

"Diverted, I hope."

"Unfortunately, no. I'm having a huge problem with the new beauty editor. Her copy is about as exciting as the instructions that come with a DVD recorder, and her judgment sucks."

"What did she do this time?"

"She signed up for a junket to Paris without clearing it with anyone."

"Really?" I said, feigning interest just to be polite. I felt about as much concern as I would have if Cat had announced she could feel a fever blister coming on. "What else is going on?"

Before she could answer, the waiter scurried over. Cat ordered a glass of Chardonnay and asked for the menus ASAP. Hmm, I thought. She seemed in a hurry, almost on edge. I wondered if something might be the matter.

"So, where were we?" she asked as the waiter departed.

"I was asking what else was new."

"Oh, the usual," she said distractedly. "It's been kind of crazy lately."

"How's Tyler?" I inquired, referring to her little boy.

"Good, good. He managed to graduate from nursery school even though he bit two of his classmates during the last month. I thought the parents were going to ask that we have him checked for rabies. How about you? Are you going up to your mother's place on Cape Cod this summer?"

"I'll go up a couple of times, but just for weekends. Both my brothers will be around with their wives and I end up feeling like a fifth wheel with them-though they try their darnedest to be inclusive."

"So you're not madly in love with someone these days?"

"No, and that's okay. All I would love this summer is a fabulous fling with someone."

"Sounds good. You're still in your early thirties and you've got plenty of time to get into something more serious. Shall we look at the menus?"

Oh boy. Something was definitely up. She was moving things along so quickly that the next thing I knew she'd be asking the waiter to connect me to a feeding tube. As soon as we'd ordered, I decided to take the bull by the horns.

"Is everything okay, Cat?" I asked. "I have the feeling that something is on your mind."

Cat studied the tablecloth with her blue eyes, saying nothing. I could see now that she was nervous as hell.

"Cat, what's up?" I urged. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, not exactly. Bailey, I've got bad news, and it's so hard for me to say." As she raised her head, I saw a half tear form in the corner of her left eye.

"Are you having marriage problems again?" I asked.

"No, it doesn't involve me," she said. "It involves you."

"Me?" I said, thunderstruck. I couldn't imagine what she was talking about, though I felt a wave of irrational panic, the kind I always experienced when an airline clerk asked me if I'd packed my own bags. "Why? What's going on?"

"Let me start at the beginning," she said after taking a deep breath and straightening her already straight utensils. "You're aware, I'm sure, from some things I've said over the past year, that Gloss has been challenged on the newsstand. At first I blamed my entertainment editor for not being able to book me the right people for covers. Then I began to see that it was something more fundamental than that. My whole vision for Gloss when I first arrived there was to make it fun and sexy and juicy, full of the most important news in a young married woman's life. I wanted the magazine to generate buzz. And it worked brilliantly-for a while."

She paused and took a long sip of her wine. I had a bad feeling about where this was headed.

"Well, I've been doing some research-focus groups, phone surveys. It's the most fucking draining experience in the world, but in the end it's been worth it. I feel I have some answers. And it's clear to me that the world is changing, women are changing, and I'm going to have to change directions with the magazine."

"How do you mean?" I asked. It came out in the form of a squeak, like the sound a teakettle makes after you've turned it off but it's filled with enough leftover steam for one last desperate peep.

"I think that these days Gloss needs to be less about buzz and more about bliss," she said.

"Bliss?" I said, almost choking on the word. "Are you talking about things like, uh, aromatherapy and savoring the sunrise?"

"Believe it or not, yes. Women are stressed, and they want relief from that stress. We need to create features in the magazine that help them deal with all of that. Look, Bailey, it's not my cup of tea. I think you know me well enough to know that my bullshit meter goes off the minute I hear words like 'feng shui.' But I'm fighting for my survival here."

"So where do I fit into all of this?" I could feel my dread ballooning like one of those pop-up sponges that has just been submerged in water.

"This is so hard for me to tell you, Bailey. You know how much I care about you-and you also know that I think you're an amazing writer. But I've come to realize that I need to seriously pull back on the crime stories for the magazine. I've rejected a bunch of your ideas lately, and it's not because there's anything wrong with them. I just look at each one and I can't picture it in the new mix I've got in mind. You can't have page after page on how to live a serene life and then jam in a story about a woman whose husband has smashed in her skull with a claw hammer and dumped her body in Lake Michigan."

I'd done some discreet snooping over the past year, and I was aware that circulation numbers at Gloss had become less than stellar, that Cat was probably under a ton of pressure. I'd even considered the idea that she might lose her job down the road and I'd be out of the best of my freelance arrangements. But I'd never entertained this particular permutation-or thought that anything would happen so soon.

"But what about my human-interest stories?" I asked, floundering.

"I wish I could include them," she said, looking at me almost plaintively. "And I've thought over and over about whether there's a way to fit them in. But they're just not on the same page with what we'll be doing. I need to make Gloss very visual. In some ways, pictures are the new words today. I'm not saying that we'll have only photos in Gloss, but the articles we run will be shorter-and gentler."

Her words stupefied me. It was as if she'd just announced that she had written an op-ed-page article for the Times in favor of creationism. I was too dumbfounded even to offer a reply.

"But don't worry," she continued with a wan smile. "You have five articles left on your contract, and of course I'm going to pay you the entire amount."

"And then that's it?"

"Bailey, this is killing me to say it. Yes, that's it. Gloss is in trouble and I need to fix it-or they'll hire someone who will."

For a few seconds my anger found a foothold, but it didn't get very far. What was the point in being furious with Cat? I could tell she was being honest and that she believed her job was on the line. But that didn't make it any better for me. I felt hurt, disappointed, even, to my surprise, humiliated, as if I'd been handed a pink slip and told to clear out my desk within the hour.

The dinner came and we picked at our food. Cat tried to praise my writing some more, and I suggested we move on to other topics, which turned out to be as easy to find as the Lost City of Petra. Neither one of us bothered with coffee, and when she offered me a lift home, I lied and said I had to make a stop nearby.

"Here's a thought," she said, lingering on the sidewalk beside her black town car. "Would you be open to writing a different kind of piece for me?"

I smirked involuntarily. "You mean like 'How to Optimize Your Chi'? No, I don't think so. But thanks for asking."

"Bailey, I'm sorry, truly sorry," she said.

"I know," I told her. "And I'm sorry if I sounded sarcastic just then. It's just that you've really thrown me for a loop."

The driver, perhaps trained to run intervention at awkward moments, leapt out of the car and opened the door. Cat slid in and waved good-bye soberly. As the car moved soundlessly down MacDougal Street, I thought: Of course she doesn't want to jeopardize her job at Gloss. God forbid she should ever be forced to take a taxi instead of a Lincoln Town Car.

I slunk home on foot through the Village, like a little kid who had just been banished from the playground for having cooties. It took only fifteen minutes for me to make it to my apartment building on the corner of 9th Street and Broadway, but the short walk gave me a chance to assess my new lot in life.

Financially the situation was in no way a disaster. Ever since my ex-husband, the Gamblers Anonymous dropout, had run through much of our mutual savings and hawked some of my jewelry, money matters had made me extremely anxious. But I was really going to be okay. I wrote for other magazines besides Gloss, and my relationship with most of them was good. And luckily I also had a backup source of income. My father died when I was twelve, leaving me a small trust fund that provides a regular income each year. Nothing that puts me in the league with the Hilton sisters, but it helps pay for basic expenses, like the maintenance on my one-bedroom apartment in the Village and a garage for my Jeep.

What I was going to have to kiss good-bye, however, were all the extra niceties I'd been enjoying thanks to my generous Gloss contract-everything from cute shoes to el grande cappuccinos to the occasional Saturday afternoon massage. I'd gotten used to them, spoiled, like one of those women who can have an orgasm only with a Mr. Blue vibrator.

I'd also miss having an office to go to, someplace to mingle with other human beings. And there was something else, I suddenly realized to my horror. In the fall, a collection of my crime articles was being published by a small book company, and now I wouldn't have the Gloss affiliation to leverage. What would the jacket say? "Bailey Weggins is a freelancer who works out of her own home. When she isn't writing, she enjoys going through her coat pockets looking for spare change." Cat had even promised to help with PR, since so many of the articles in my book had first appeared in Gloss. Now I'd have to rely on the book company's tiny, and reputedly weak, publicity department. I'd heard from another writer that the last time they'd gotten someone on the Today show was for a book on the negative charisma factor of Michael Dukakis.

After letting myself into my apartment, I helped myself to the last cold beer in the fridge and checked the calendar on my BlackBerry. I had a fairly busy week ahead, but I'd have to make time to talk to editors and see if there was the potential for another contributing-editor gig someplace else. I'd forgotten that tomorrow night I was having drinks with Robby Hart, an old pal from Get, the magazine I'd worked at before Gloss-and where I'd first met Cat. Robby was a great networker and the perfect person for me to brainstorm with.

As it turned out, my drink with Robby was the only step I ever had to take in my job search.

The spot he'd chosen for us to meet on Thursday night was a wine bar on the Lower East Side. Robby was already at a table when I arrived, dressed as usual in a cotton plaid button-down shirt with a white undershirt peeking out from underneath. I guess you can take the boy out of Ohio, but you can't take Ohio out of the boy. As soon as he spotted me, he stood up to greet me and offer one of his big toothy Robby smiles. He'd never been Mr. Svelte, but I realized as we hugged each other that he'd put on some weight since I'd seen him last.

"Wow, it's so good to see you," he said. "It's been too long."

"I know. I've been so looking forward to this."

The waiter strolled by just as I was sitting down, and I asked for a glass of Cabernet.

"Nice 'do," Robby said, pointing with his chin toward my hair. "I almost didn't recognize you."

"Thanks, I decided to grow it out. But just watch-once it's finally long enough to pull into a sloppy bun, they'll be out of style."

"Well, at least you've got some to grow," he said. Robby was my age but totally bald.

"So tell me-how's the new gig?" I demanded. "I'm dying to hear."

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2008

    Bailey and I Should Go Grab a Drink!

    So, since I was old enough to read I fell in love with the Nancy Drew Files. You really have no idea how much I loved those books...while others were playing my little pony, I was reading about jewel theives in Rome. I have found great sadness in the fact that as I have grown into an adult, I haven't been able to take Nancy with me. It just isn't quite the same. So, I ABSOLUTELY love that I have discovered the Bailey series. It brings me back to the same rush and love I found in the Nancy Drew mysteries I so cherished as a child. READ THESE IF YOU LOVE A GOOD MYSTERY AND IF YOU WANT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTER TOO...and have a cocktail while you read it--you'll feel like you are having a drink with Bailey yourself :) Thank you, Kate White!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2009

    Great Read

    First time book I have read from Kate White. I enjoyed it tremendously. Fast paced,well constructed ,witty,fun read. I just ordered another book of hers, so far it's great. Now one of my favorite authors.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    entertaining journalistic investigative tale

    In a Greenwich Village café, Gloss magazine editor Cat Jones informs her human interest-crimes contributor Bailey Weggins that they no longer want her services as the publication is going to concentrate on bliss not buzz. Desperate, Bailey asks her friend Robby Hart, senior editor at Buzz magazine, if he has any leads for a job. To her amazement he hires hire to provide articles on celebrity crime.--- Bailey is taken aback at Buzz when she first encounters the big boss Mona Hodges, who yells, curses and demeans her staff before eating her chicken salad sandwich and then goes back to yell, curse and demean her staff again. Not long after Bailey starts, Mona stunningly fires Robby. Soon after that, Bailey finds Mona¿s battered corpse late at night in the office. The police suspect Robby killed Mona in a fit of unemployment rage. Bailey knows her friend could not harm anyone, so using her journalistic investigative skills; she begins her own inquiries into who killed the she devil boss.--- OVER HER DEAD BODY is an entertaining journalistic investigative tale starring a likable heroine (see 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, A BODY TO DIE FOR and IF LOOKS COULD KILL). The story line is fast-paced at first in a breezy manner but quickly turns into a dangerous sleuthing endeavor for the intrepid reporter. Mona is a stereotype of the ¿queen of mean¿ so that everyone within her circle of ugliness wants her dead. Thus Bailey efforts to prove someone other than Robby committed homicide seems overwhelming for her, but not for series fans who will enjoy Kate White¿s latest tale refreshed by a new magazine cover.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2012

    I love them all

    Bailey weggins books never fail to surprise me in rhe end :)

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  • Posted May 3, 2012

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    Recommend

    I read and enjoyed the whole Bailey Weggins series.

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  • Posted November 26, 2010

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    Book two of Bailey Weggins

    This is book two of the Bailey Weggins series. Bailey gets fired from her job as a freelance writer at a womens' magazine only to have to take a job at a celebrity gossip magazine. It doesn't take long for a body to drop at here feet. It was pretty good. Lea Thompson narrated it.

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

    Book keeps your interest

    She is a very good writer,that keeps your interest the whole book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2009

    A Fun Read

    i really enjoyed this book! It moved along at a good pace. never boring. I even learned about the magazine business. i mostly read mystery books and didn't figure out the ending. Am looking forward to reading more of Kate White's books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2007

    Great book

    I enjoyed the way this book was written. Even though it was over 300 pages, it moved along nicely and held my interest throughout the entire read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2007

    What a waste of time!

    I was so disappointed in this book. It was totally mindless. If Ms. White took longer than an hour to throw this together, she wasted her time as well as mine. Do not allow her to waste your time. I had so enjoyed the previous books in this series that I was really looking forward to this book and went to my book store the day it was released in paperback - I no longer buy hard back books. I was so totally disappointed that I am not sure if I will bother with any further books from this woman.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2007

    A GREAT READ

    This was my first book that i read from kate white & i did love it bought if looks to kill & a body to die for can't wait to start reading them

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2007

    Great but not the best in the series

    I did like this book but i was slightly disappointed in the end it didnt have as much ummphh as the others in the series. i felt a need for more suspense and twists. i still recommend this series is great. as like any series there is gonna be a little disappointment. i think she might of lost her touch but i read in her newsletter she has taken some time off for the 5th book to write how to set his thighs on fire and in doing that she has felt insipred so i am excited to read the 5th book which should come out summer 2007 !!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2006

    Not impressed

    The beginning of the book and ending were great. The middle of the book was slow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2005

    Good read all and all

    This is my first book read by Ms. White. I thought it was a great read!! Fast paced and I did not lose intrest in the book at all....All and All it was a very good read..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2005

    Kate DID IT AGAIN

    What can I say Kate White delivered another great novel in her Bailey Weggins series. Had me in suspense the whole time. The ending as always a great surprise. I look forward to another!!!!

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