Bailey is having a hard time deciding whether she can trust her boyfriend, Beau. When he leaves town unexpectedly, she accepts an offer for a weekend out of town. She goes to the country house of a music mogul with her friend, Jessie, from Buzz magazine.
Hopes of a relaxing weekend are dashed almost immediately, when a supermodel is killed. Devon Barr was about to embark on a solo music career. Her behavior at the house party was erratic and bizarre. She was showing signs of anorexia and paranoia.
Events spiral even farther out of control when a major snowstorms causes them to lose power. Bailey writes crime stories for Buzz. She cannot ignore the chance to scoop the story. Her research and her questions will anger the other guests and lead to even more questions.
Bailey is attacked at the house and she is relieved to return to New York. Until, she is accused of trying to blackmail Devon's mother. When Buzz puts her on leave, Bailey is forced to continue the investigation on her own to save her reputation.
It's so good to see another Bailey Weggins book and this one is a doozy. SO PRETTY IT HURTS is a great read. The mystery is deviously written with multiple twists and turns. The ending is a real surprise.
Bailey Weggins, the thirty-something, true crime journalist
for Buzz, a leading celebrity magazine, needs a break.
Plenty busy with her day job, her freelance work, and
trying
to get her first book noticed, she barely has time for her
recently exclusive boyfriend, Beau Regan, much less
herself.
When Beau goes out of town, Bailey accepts an invitation
with her friend Jesse to a music mogul's weekend house in
upstate New York.
But, the relaxing weekend getaway turns out to be more like
an Agatha Christie whodunit. A weird tension has infected
all the guestsβa glamorous crowd of journalists and models,
including the famous, and famously thin, supermodel Devon
Barr. An impending snowstorm only adds to the tension. When
Devonβs cold, lifeless body is found in her bed, Bailey
immediately suspects foul play: she canβt shake the memory
of a fearful and angry Devon shivering in the woods outside
the house, whispering , βI have to get out here . . . Itβs
not safe for me.β
When evidence goes missing from the crime scene, Bailey
once
again finds herself a moving targetβrunning closer to the
truth and farther from safety.
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