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The Blonde Died Dancing — Kelley Roos
The Blonde Died Dancing by Edgar award-winner Kelley Roos (William and Audrey Kelley Roos)
“The Kelley Roos team, specialists in the difficult blending of comedy and murder, have turned out a little honey in this opus. …Perfectly sound plot, narration crisp and really funny, general effect thoroughly engaging. Couldn't be better in its field.” -- The San Francisco Chronicle
“Brightly absurd dialogue and situations.” -- The New York Times
Murder in three-quarter time
She was the most luscious, blue-eyed, baby-faced blonde I had ever seen, and she was dancing with my husband. I was tempted to scratch her eyes out, but I was too happy.
Now I knew why Steve had been “working late at the office.” He was learning to dance.
His teacher was quite a dish. And from where I stood, she seemed to be enjoying the lesson much too much. So I decided to set her straight.
When Steve came out of Studio K, I went in. A Viennese waltz was playing, but the blonde was sitting this one out -- on the floor with a bullet hole in her back.
“An entertaining tale to puzzle and delight the most exacting mystery fan.” -- The Montgomery Advertiser
“The Blonde Died Dancing is in line for one of the ‘best detective story of the year' awards. It is certainly one of the most entertaining.” -- The Journal-American
“The Kelley Roos team, specialists in the difficult blending of comedy and murder, have turned out a little honey in this opus. …Perfectly sound plot, narration crisp and really funny, general effect thoroughly engaging. Couldn't be better in its field.” -- The San Francisco Chronicle
“Brightly absurd dialogue and situations.” -- The New York Times
Murder in three-quarter time
She was the most luscious, blue-eyed, baby-faced blonde I had ever seen, and she was dancing with my husband. I was tempted to scratch her eyes out, but I was too happy.
Now I knew why Steve had been “working late at the office.” He was learning to dance.
His teacher was quite a dish. And from where I stood, she seemed to be enjoying the lesson much too much. So I decided to set her straight.
When Steve came out of Studio K, I went in. A Viennese waltz was playing, but the blonde was sitting this one out -- on the floor with a bullet hole in her back.
“An entertaining tale to puzzle and delight the most exacting mystery fan.” -- The Montgomery Advertiser
“The Blonde Died Dancing is in line for one of the ‘best detective story of the year' awards. It is certainly one of the most entertaining.” -- The Journal-American
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