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True crime writer and sometime-sleuth Bailey Weggins took the world by storm in Kate White's sexy and suspenseful debut novel, If Looks Could Kill. Now, in Bailey's latest outing, she takes the plunge into a world of domestic divas and deadly nuptial doings... When she gets a call from Ashley Hanes on a frigid night, Bailey expects to be hit up for fashion show tickets. Instead Ashley reveals that two bridesmaids from Peyton Cross's wedding have recently died in freak accidents...and Ashley is terrified she's ...

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Overview

True crime writer and sometime-sleuth Bailey Weggins took the world by storm in Kate White's sexy and suspenseful debut novel, If Looks Could Kill. Now, in Bailey's latest outing, she takes the plunge into a world of domestic divas and deadly nuptial doings... When she gets a call from Ashley Hanes on a frigid night, Bailey expects to be hit up for fashion show tickets. Instead Ashley reveals that two bridesmaids from Peyton Cross's wedding have recently died in freak accidents...and Ashley is terrified she's next. A bridesmaid herself-with the dress to prove it-Bailey dashes off to Ivy Hill Farm, the home of Peyton's catering empire in Greenwich, Connecticut. Bailey's barely warmed up after the cold drive before another bridesmaid takes a walk down the aisle of no return. Now following a dangerous trail of clues that will take her from New York's trendy Lower East Side to a fabulous oceanfront hotel in Miami, Bailey could become the headline of the next true crime story: Four Funerals and a Wedding.

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One of the most exciting talents on the mystery beat is Cosmopolitan editor-in-chief Kate White, whose first two ventures into fiction (A Body to Die For and If Looks Could Kill) have showcased her extraordinary talent for combining true-life journalistic know-how with stylish, suspense-filled fiction. Her sensational series, set in the New York magazine-publishing world, features the exploits of Bailey Weggins, a sexy, savvy New York City investigative reporter working for an upscale woman's magazine called Gloss.

Bailey specializes in true crime and human interest stories, and she likes to emphasize the personal angle in her work. But, in her latest investigation, that personal angle brings Bailey's connection to crime a little too close for comfort. The center of attention at most weddings is the bride, but there's no denying that Peyton Cross's passion for perfection rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Now, nine months after Peyton's lavish wedding, this Martha Stewart wannabe's catering and event-planning business is booming, and her marriage to a wealthy financier is the envy of many. But it seems her former bridesmaids may be attracting a different kind of attention. In the past months, two of the women who shared Peyton's stroll down the aisle have died under suspicious circumstances, and a third dies shortly after asking Bailey to look into the case. The police may be eager to write all three deaths off as unfortunate accidents, but Bailey can't afford to dismiss the case so lightly. Not only are she and the bereaved bride old friends…but Bailey herself was one of the bridesmaids at the seemingly cursed wedding. Sue Stone

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White's take on Four Funerals and a Wedding is a gift to every girl who's ever looked for another reason to avoid being a bridesmaid. The wedding of Peyton Cross, a Martha Stewart act-alike, may have been picture-perfect, but the sequel's been no honeymoon for the friends who stood up for her. Jamie Howe's been electrocuted in her bathtub, and Robin Lolly's fallen victim to a lethal combination of antidepressants and forbidden foods. Interior decorator Ashley Hanes, another member of the wedding party, begs Gloss magazine true-crime writer Bailey Weggins (A Body to Die For, 2003, etc.) to look into the deaths. But Bailey, who assures us she's "not connected to the glittery, glossy side" of her fashion mag, is skeptical. After all, "why would someone want to pick off a bunch of bridesmaids?" Accompanying fearful Ashley to Peyton's stronghold in toney Greenwich, Conn., Bailey doesn't get any quick answers. But she does get more evidence when Ashley herself is found dead, apparently the victim of a third fatal accident, leaving Bailey one of three surviving bridesmaids. The cops blow Bailey off; Peyton's too self-absorbed to lift a finger; the surviving wedding participants simply point at each other; and Bailey's weekend squeeze is too busy breaking up with her to help. Looks as if it's up to Bailey to figure out which of Jamie's wedding photos will nab the killer. Another dish of smooth, upscale gossip laced with low-grade mystery-mongering. Agent: Sandra Dijkstra/Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446614931
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/1/2005
  • Series: Bailey Weggins Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (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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'Til Death Do Us Part


By Kate White

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004 Kate White
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53175-8


Chapter One

THE FIRST TIME she said her name on the phone that January night, I couldn't place her-though there was something vaguely familiar about the voice. It had a snooty, trust fundy tone, as if she were announcing, "I own a Marc Jacobs bag and you don't."

"Ashley Hanes," she said once more, this time with exaggerated emphasis and irritation, the way American tourists sometimes speak to foreigners who don't understand them. "We met at Peyton Cross's wedding. I was a bridesmaid, remember?"

Ohh, right. We had been introduced late last April in Greenwich, Connecticut, during the infamous Cross-Slavin wedding weekend. Ashley had graduated from the same exclusive private high school as the bride and was now working, if my memory was correct, as an interior decorator in Greenwich-though working was apparently something she chose rather than had to do. An image of her began to loosen from my memory: long, chestnut-colored hair, slim as a French baguette, and haughty as hell, just like the voice. She was the kind of woman who would meet you at a party and look right through you, as if you were a potted palm.

"Oh, right, I'm so sorry," I said. "I'm in a little bit of a fog at the moment. How are you, anyway?"

I was pretty sure what was coming next. Since I'm a contributing writer forGloss magazine, I often get phone calls from people I've met asking for fashion- or publishing-related favors. But I write gritty, true crime and human-interest stories for the magazine, and I'm not connected to the glittery, glossy stuff. My name is Bailey Weggins, by the way, and just for the record, I am categorically unable to help someone become a Ford model, gain admittance to a Chanel sample sale, or publish a confessional article on how a liposuction procedure left ugly scars along her buttocks.

"I need your help," she said.

"Okay," I said. "Though if it's-"

"There's a very serious situation, and I have to talk to you about it."

"Serious" to someone like Ashley could mean her hair stylist was out of town for the week, but the alarm in her voice sounded real enough that I was concerned.

"Is it about Peyton?" I asked. Though I had spoken to Peyton on the phone once last summer, I had not laid eyes on her in nine months-not since she had dazzled a room of five hundred guests in a satin Vera Wang wedding dress with a low-cut, crumb-catcher bodice. From there she had headed off for a cruise of the Greek islands with her new, older husband, David, who'd made a fortune in the world of finance-whatever that means.

"No. Well, indirectly, yes. Look, it's not something I want to get into on the phone. Can you meet me to talk about this?"

"All right. Tell me when-and where. Are you still living up in Greenwich?"

"Yes, but I'm in New York tonight. At the Four Seasons Hotel. Could you come by here for a drink?"

"Tonight?" I exclaimed. It had started to snow a few hours earlier, and as I glanced across the room toward the terrace of my fourteenth-story apartment, I could see it was coming down harder now-in big, crazy swirls. I live at the very eastern end of Greenwich Village, on the corner of 9th Street and Broadway, and it would be a bitch getting a cab up to 57th Street in this weather-and an even bigger bitch getting one back.

"It's urgent," she said. "When you hear what I have to say, you'll understand why I need to see you immediately."

It didn't seem that I had much choice but to acquiesce. She sounded about as eager to hear me say no as she would be to travel by Greyhound, and besides, if the situation really did involve Peyton Cross, even indirectly, I was curious to know what it was. I explained to Ashley that it might take me forty-five minutes to get there. We agreed that I would ring her on the hotel house phone when I arrived and she'd come down to the bar in the lobby.

I'd been reading a book when she called, dressed in bagged-out sweatpants and drinking a cup of instant hot cocoa in honor of the snowstorm, and now I was going to have to head out into the mess. Several months ago I'd moved into a steady relationship with a guy named Jack Herlihy, but because he taught psychology at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., we saw each other on weekends. Some nights I'd see a movie or have dinner out with friends, but more weeknights than not, I was holed up in my apartment, either alone or chatting with my seventy-year-old next-door neighbor, Landon. Though I looked forward to my weekends with Jack, the rest of my nights had become about as scintillating as C-SPAN. Landon had told me lately that he was worried that I might start adopting stray cats.

I changed into a pair of tight dark jeans, a black turtleneck sweater, silver hoop earrings (in an attempt to look a little dressier), and my snow boots, which I found after foraging through my closet for five minutes. It was actually the first time this winter that we'd had more than flurries in Manhattan.

I was surprised when I stepped outside to see that about two inches of snow had already stuck to the ground, and you could tell by the swollen look of the sky that more was on the way. I opted for the subway, the number 6 train at Astor Place. It would be faster than hunting for a cab-and it would take me to within a few blocks of the hotel.

As the train hurtled through the tunnel, its floor sopping wet with melted snow, I had time to consider what trouble might be brewing for the captivating Peyton Cross. From all reports, her life couldn't have been going better. In her early thirties like me, she'd recently been dubbed the next Martha Stewart-or "Martha Stewart wannabe"-in the eyes of the people who envied her so much they couldn't stand it. She ran a combination cooking school, successful catering business, and gourmet kitchen and food shop out of an old farmhouse and barn-known as Ivy Hill Farm-on the outskirts of Greenwich. Her first cookbook was due out sometime this year, and she was a frequent guest on the Food Network. The last I'd heard, her new husband was funding the construction of a TV studio on her farm so she could produce her own show.

As they say, I knew her when-she was my roommate freshman year at Brown. She was extremely vivacious, pretty in that kind of scrubbed-face, not overly sophisticated preppy way, and, from what I could tell, afraid of absolutely nothing. Though some guys were totally intimidated by her, more than her share were mesmerized, and she generally had several in a lather at any given time. Her taste ran toward hunky, bad-boy types, the kind of men who often left women emotionally bruised, but for the most part Peyton outsmarted them.

Life as her roommate was entertaining but also exasperating. That's because she could be selfish and rude. She'd ask me to meet her at dinner and then make me wait for an hour in the cafeteria, or she'd borrow my best shirt and then leave it balled up with the dust bunnies under her bed. Over time I figured out how to avoid situations with her that could end in me cursing under my breath. The trick for surviving, I learned, was to keep my expectations low and enjoy the show.

We both got singles sophomore year, and though we were friendly and occasionally grabbed a beer together, we didn't see a huge amount of each other. I bonded with several women who, unlike Peyton, seemed to carry the good-girlfriend gene. After college Peyton and I stayed in touch by e-mail, though infrequently. After gigs as a reporter for the Albany Times Union and the Bergen County Record I headed for Manhattan, hoping to break into magazines. I called her for some insight. At the time she was working for Food & Wine, developing recipes. She promised to introduce me to a few people in the business, and to my surprise she actually came through. She also invited me to Greenwich several times for parties she was throwing as part of her burgeoning catering and event-planning business. That was the thing about Peyton-just when you were ready to strangle her, she could charm the pants off you.

Her wedding had been one of the more lavish I'd ever attended. It was held in a historic house on the outskirts of Greenwich, and Peyton arranged for her own company to do the catering. That was partly because she didn't trust anyone else to do the job with her degree of genius, but also for the PR value for her business. Friends of mine had sworn I'd bag some rich guest that day, but David Slavin was fifteen years older than Peyton, and his business associates and friends were paunchy and pathetically boorish. I'd spent a good chunk of the day flirting with one of the bartenders.

The snow was coming down even harder when I emerged from the underground at 59th and Lexington. I felt relieved when I finally stomped into the marble, two-story-high lobby of the Four Seasons. I rang Ashley's room to tell her I'd arrived and then headed over to the lobby bar, requesting the most private table they could manage. Like the lobby, the entire area-the marble walls, the Roman shades, and the furniture-was done in shimmering beige. A little too mausoleum like for my taste.

Though I hadn't recalled Ashley's name when she'd first said it on the phone, I had no trouble recognizing her as soon as she strode purposefully in my direction. Several heads turned to watch her. She had a rich girl's air of self-importance and entitlement, the kind that many A-list actresses try for years to acquire but never do.

As she got closer, I realized that the dark plum thing she was wearing was actually a fur coat. Either she was planning on going out afterward or she'd been reluctant to leave it in the room. It was, I suspected, sheared beaver or mink, lush and plush and worth at least twenty thousand dollars. I wondered if her car sported a bumper sticker that read I DON'T BRAKE FOR SMALL ANIMALS.

She slid into the chair to my left without bothering with a perfunctory air kiss or even a hello. I guess she figured we'd gotten our pleasantries out of the way on the house phone. She wore her chestnut hair pinned back tonight, accentuating the slenderness of her tanned face. Her cheekbones were so high and sharp, you'd risk a paper cut if you got too close to them.

"Did you order yet?" she asked briskly, shaking off her coat to reveal a sleeveless lavender wool dress and thin buff arms. She glanced at my turtleneck and jeans with a soupcon of disapproval, as if I were wearing one of those plastic lobster bibs that says I'M A PIGGY.

"No, I was waiting for you," I told her.

She jerked her head around toward the center of the room and signaled for the waitress. She appeared on edge, and I assumed it had to do with the news she was about to divulge. There didn't seem to be any reason to spend five minutes on small talk, so as soon as she had ordered a dirty martini and I'd asked for a glass of Cabernet, I jumped in.

"So tell me, what's going on?" I asked.

"When was the last time you spoke to Peyton?"

"It's been a while. Last summer, I guess."

"Do you remember the bridesmaid with the short black hair? Jamie Howe?"

Jamie. She was the bridesmaid I'd spent the most time talking to, mainly because she was also in the magazine business. She'd met Peyton during her tenure at Food & Wine and had since become an editor at another food magazine. I hadn't particularly liked her. She was sullen and, I suspected, jealous of Peyton's success. She kept talking about how lucky Peyton was to have David to foot the bill for all of her ventures.

"Sure. She lives here in New York, right?"

"Lived," she said almost defiantly. "She's dead now."

"You're kidding," I exclaimed. The news took me totally by surprise. "How?"

"She was electrocuted in her apartment-down on the Lower East Side. It happened in September."

I sat there momentarily speechless while Ashley took a fortifying sip of her martini. As she swallowed, she laid her French-manicured hand flat against the front of her dress, as if it helped the vodka to go down more easily. When she set the glass on the table again, I caught the cloying scent of olives.

"Gosh, I vaguely remember hearing that someone in the business died like that," I said finally. "But I had no idea it was her. What happened, exactly?"

"She was taking a bath and a CD player slipped into the tub," Ashley said.

"That's horrible."

"I know. And hard to believe someone wouldn't know better than to set it so close to the tub."

She had an odd way of punctuating her comments with a sniff. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Are you thinking-"

"Until last week I didn't think much about it at all," she said, suddenly sounding frantic. "I'd never even met Jamie before the wedding. But-you're not going to believe this. Two weeks ago another of the bridesmaids died. My roommate-Robin Lolly."

I let out a gasp so loud that a media mogul type at the next table turned his head in our direction. She was right. I could barely believe what I was hearing.

"How?" I asked.

"She was taking antidepressants, and she had some kind of fatal reaction. It was from mixing them with the wrong kind of food." Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke, but they seemed to come as much from nervous tension as from sadness.

"Robin?" I said. "She's the one who managed the shop at Peyton's farm?"

"Yes, yes," Ashley said impatiently. "She was the pretty one-with the long blond hair. She may have still been using her married name when you met her-Atkins."

"That's terrible," I said. "Were you two very close?"

"We weren't what you'd call best friends," she said, shaking her head quickly, "but we'd known each other since high school. Robin, Peyton, Prudence-she was the maid of honor, remember?-and I all went to Greenwich Academy together. Robin and I started sharing a town house last March. My roommate had moved out, and Robin needed a place to live after her divorce."

"Was she at home when she died?"

"No, she was up in Vermont-all alone-at a ski house her parents left her. She'd driven up on Friday, and the coroner said she must have died shortly after she arrived-though her body wasn't discovered until a cleaning person came in Monday morning." Her voice choked as she spoke the last sentence.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "This must be awful for you-and for Peyton, too."

"Look," she said, suddenly, grasping my arm so hard that it would have taken the Jaws of Life to remove it. "Don't you find it odd that two perfectly healthy young women who were in a wedding together would die within a few months of each other in such bizarre circumstances?"

"Are you saying you think someone killed the two of them?" I asked. "Because they were bridesmaids?"

"All I know is that something's not right about it-and I'm going out of my mind. Robin and Jamie hadn't even met until the wedding. But they became friends after that. And now suddenly they're both dead-as a result of these strange accidents. I'm terrified something could happen to me."

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2005

    A WICKEDLY WITTY COMEDIC MYSTERY!

    Oh,I loved this book!I still,after months of reading this,cannot believe the ending!Whether or not you like this kind of book,you should read it because of the cool way it unfolds.This is propably the coolest book I have ever read!Kate White is a female genius!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2012

    Loved it

    Another great mystery :)

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  • Posted June 4, 2012

    Not as good as Hush or The Sixes

    I don't know how some reviewers can give this five stars. I found myself skipping whole pages. I picked this up after reading The Sixes which I found quite fun. I couldn't put that one down. I did not feel the same with this book. I figured out more things than the heroine who only finds out who the murderer is almost in the last page. I didn't connect with her either. The book lacked excitement or a love story. Big disappointment!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    Last Chance

    This was the third book in the series and I could not wade through it. I did not enjoy the first two books, but gave it one more try. The characters were so boring that after 100 pages, I flipped to the back of the book and read the last two chapters. I am a prolific reader and love mysteries, but will not buy anymore from this author until I hear that she is much improved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2006

    Ho Hum. . .

    This is not a very well written book. The 'mystery' is a stretch and the dialogue is not always realistic. I had the killer figured out by the time I was 1/3 of the way through the book. Oh well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2004

    It's Great

    All you want to know is, 'Is it a good read?' It is the best, it delivers! Buy it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2004

    Very good book.

    This book was very exiting. I could not put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2004

    Excellent who-done-it

    One year ago, free lance reporter Bailey Weggins was the bridesmaid at her college roommate¿s wedding to wealthy businessman David Slain. Since them Bailey has not spoken to the new bride because Paige is trying build up her business as the next Martha Stewart with her television show, her catering and lecturing business. Out of the clear blue sky, one of the other bridesmaids calls Bailey and asks her to meet her that night................................. When Ashley and Bailey meet, she tells the reporter that two of the bridesmaids have since died and she thinks that they were murdered even though the police believe they were the victims of freak accidents. One of the bridesmaids was Ashley¿s roommate and believes that something strange happened at the welding. Bailey looks into the matter but before she gets far Ashleye is killed while redecorating the silo on Paige¿s estate. Now Bailey is really worried and believes her life is in danger because someone is trying to get her off the case using any means available including murder................................ `TIL DEATH DO US PART is an exciting crime thriller because the reader does not truly know whether there is a killer until mid-way through the book and that is only when someone rams the protagonist¿s car, leaves frightening notes and makes threatening calls. There is an unexpected twist in the storyline that keeps the audience from guessing the identity of the culprit, which makes the who-done-it even more complex. Kate White has written another great crime thriller................................ Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2002

    Til' Death Do Us Part

    I really enjoy Franklin Whites writing style. He is really making a name for himself by tackling very emotional themes and making them work because they are so entertaining. The story in that I enjoyed in this book the most was Before I Go...about the friendship of the two women. I thought it was very deep and emotional. I will keep reading this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2001

    TIGHT BOOK

    I thought the book as very good. Its a MUST read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2000

    Til' Death Do Us Part

    I enjoyed this book because it has so many different stories all of which I could relate to. The contiuation of Fed Up with the Fanny has a very surprising ending and I really enjoyed the story Miles Away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2000

    Now that's writing!

    This book has it all. It's a book about different situations that people go through when they are in relationships! Easily at least six of these stories could have been full length novel that's just how good they are. I really loved 'Miles Away' and 'Change of Heart' and 'Before I Go' which is brought tears to my eyes. It's so refreshing to see this author venture into writing a collection of stories. He's very talented!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2000

    Til' Death Do Us Part

    I have read all of Franklin Whites books and this one is just as good. I enjoyed the fact that he took so many points of views about relationships and put them into different stories. My favorite was the return of characters from Fed Up with the Fanny. Kelly has changed totally! What a surprise. You have to read this one.

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