Wednesday, July 4, 2018

The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto | Blog Tour with Excerpt, Guest Post, and Giveaway

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I'm pleased to bring you R.J. Koreto's latest book in the Alice Roosevelt Mysteries. I just finished reading The Body in the Ballroom, and it's amazing — Five Kitties!

The first book in the series, Alice & the Assassin, is also a Five Kitty read. Click here for an Excerpt and Guest Post.

The Blurb

President Teddy Roosevelt’s daring daughter, Alice, leaps into action to exonerate a friend accused of poisoning a man just about everyone hated.

Alice Roosevelt, the brilliant, danger-loving daughter of President Theodore Roosevelt, has already risked an assassin’s bullet to solve one murder. She never expected to have to sleuth another, but she’d never pass up the opportunity, either. Anything to stave off boredom.

And such an opportunity presents itself when Alice is invited to a lavish ball. The high-society guests are in high spirits as they imbibe the finest wines. But one man, detested by nearly all the party-goers, quaffs a decidedly deadlier cocktail. An African-American mechanic, who also happens to be a good friend of former Rough Rider-turned-Secret Service Agent Joseph St. Clair, is suspected of the murder-by-poison, but Alice is sure he’s innocent and is back on the scene to clear his name.

From downtown betting parlors to uptown mansions, Alice and Agent St. Clair uncover forbidden romances and a financial deal that just might change the world. But neither Alice nor her would-be protector may survive the case at hand in The Body in the Ballroom, R. J. Koreto's gripping second Alice Roosevelt mystery.

The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto
Series: An Alice Roosevelt Mystery, #2
Genre: Historical Mystery, Cozy Mystery
Publication Date: June 12th 2018
Published by: Crooked Lane Books
Hardcover: 293 pages
ISBN-10: 1683315774
ISBN-13: 978-1683315773
e-Book File Size: 3329 KB
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The Excerpt

President Roosevelt and I were just finishing our talk when a moment later, the office door opened, and Mr. Wilkie, the Secret Service director, walked in. I stood to greet him.

“St. Clair. Glad to see you’re back. Very pleased with the way it went in St. Louis.” He turned to the president. “Have you spoken to him yet, sir?”

“Yes, and he’s agreed.” Wilkie looked relieved, too.

“Very good then. If you’re done, sir, I’ll take St. Clair to her. My understanding is that arrangements have been made for Miss Roosevelt to leave tomorrow afternoon.”

“Exactly. We’re all done then. St. Clair, thanks again. And I’ll be up in the near future, so I expect to see you again soon.” We shook hands, and I followed Mr. Wilkie out the door.

“Is she smoking on the roof again, sir?” I asked. That’s what happened the first time I met Alice in the White House.

He grimaced. “No. My understanding is that she is in the basement indulging a new hobby of hers. But you’ll see.” He led me downstairs, and that’s when I heard the unmistakable sounds of gunfire. Mr. Wilkie didn’t seem worried, however. “Miss Roosevelt somehow got hold of a pistol and has set up her own private firing range in a storage room. We launched an investigation to figure out how Miss Roosevelt obtained such a weapon but were unable to reach a formal conclusion, I’m sorry to say.”

No wonder they wanted me back.

And just as when Mr. Wilkie had sent me to get Alice off the roof, he once again cleaned his glasses on his handkerchief, shook my hand, wished me luck, and departed.

I heard one more shot, and that was it. She was probably reloading. The sound came from behind a double door at the end of the hallway. I carefully opened it, and she didn’t notice at first.

I watched her concentrating on the pistol, her tongue firmly between her teeth as she carefully focused on reloading. It was an old Smith & Wesson single-action, and she was damn lucky she hadn’t blown her own foot off. She was shooting at a mattress propped against the far wall, and from the wide scattering of holes, it was clear her marksmanship needed a lot of practice.

“A little more patience, Miss Alice. You’re jerking the trigger; that’s why you keep shooting wild. And that gun’s too big for you.”

It was a pleasure to see the look of shock and joy on her face. She just dropped the gun onto a box and practically skipped to me, giving me a girlish hug. “Mr. St. Clair, I have missed you.” She looked up. “And I know you have missed me. They say you’re back on duty with me. We’re heading to New York tomorrow, and we’ll have breakfast together like we used to and walk to the East Side through Central Park and visit your sister Mariah.”

I couldn’t do anything but laugh. “We’ll do all that, Miss Alice. But I’m on probation from your aunt, so we have to behave ourselves. You have to behave yourself.”

“I always behave.” She waved her hand to show that the discussion had ended. “Now there must be a trick to loading revolvers because it takes me forever.”

“I’ll teach you. Someday.” I made sure the revolver was unloaded and stuck it in my belt. Then I scooped up the cartridges and dumped them in my pocket.

“Hey, that’s my revolver,” said Alice. “It took me a lot of work to get it.”

“You’re not bringing it to New York, that’s for sure, Miss Alice.”

She pouted. “I thought you’d relax a little after being in St. Louis.”

“And I thought you’d grow up a little being in Washington. You want to walk into the Caledonia like a Wild West showgirl? Anyway, don’t you have some parties to go to up there?”

“Oh, very well. But promise me you’ll take me to a proper shooting range in New York and teach me how to load and fire your New Service revolver.”

“We’ll see. Meanwhile, if you don’t upset your family or Mr. Wilkie between now and our departure tomorrow, I’ll buy you a beer on the train.” That made her happy.

We walked upstairs as she filled me in on White House gossip.

“Oh, and I heard you were in a fast draw in St. Louis and gunned down four men.” She looked up at me curiously.

“A little exaggeration,” I said. I hadn’t killed anyone in St. Louis, hadn’t even fired my revolver, except for target practice.

“You didn’t kill anyone?” she asked, a little disappointed.

“No. No one.”

But then her face lit up. “Because your reputation proceeded you, and they knew there was no chance of outdrawing you.”

“That must be it,” I said.

“But look on the bright side,” she said, still full of cheer. “New York is a much bigger city. Maybe you’ll get a chance to shoot someone there.”


Excerpt from The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto. Copyright © 2018 by R.J. Koreto. 
Reproduced with permission from R.J. Koreto. All rights reserved.

Author Guest Post

To Cozy or Not to Cozy

I was excited that an audiobook of The Body in the Ballroom was scheduled to be released at the same time as the print version, and checked it out at an online bookstore — where I was surprised to find it was classified as a "gothic" tale. Yes, I found myself alongside Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca and Bram Stoker's Dracula. Alice Roosevelt, traipsing along the streets of Gilded Age New York, with her ex-Rough Rider bodyguard at her side — that certainly was not a gothic tale. But what was it then? I've read and enjoyed many cozy mysteries — had I in fact written one?

I read a variety of sources about what it means to be a cozy mystery. Experts seem to agree that the sleuths in cozies are amateurs, usually well-educated and intuitive. That's Alice Roosevelt — so far, so good. Cozy sleuths have jobs that keep them in close touch with the public — Alice was a socialite. Her "job" was to socialize, albeit with her own class. In cozies, the amateur sleuth has a friend on the police force and Alice actually has two: her bodyguard, with the Secret Service; and a New York police captain who worked with her father, Theodore Roosevelt, when he was New York's police commissioner. Alice, despite her class and connections, is continually dismissed by the professionals, another hallmark of the cozy.

There's also a matter of tone. Cozies can have romance, but little or no sex. The violence is muted in cozies. Again, that fits the bill for The Body in the Ballroom, which boasts of forbidden romance, with the discretion required of the Victorian era.

But then I run into trouble. Cozies are usually set in small towns. Alice Roosevelt resides in Manhattan, which holds the distinction of being the most densely populated county in the United States. Agatha Christie might be said to have invented the cozy mystery with the creation of Miss Marple, and she once said, "It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story." Does that bode well for enrolling The Body in the Ballroom among the ranks of cozies? One authority noted the small town setting is necessary, because it makes it probable that the amateur sleuth knows virtually everyone in town. But as Alice might smugly say, "I can't say I know everyone in New York, but everyone in New York knows me." The famous and beautiful daughter of the president might just be right. 

Maybe I've actually invented a new sub-genre, the "urban cozy." (Perhaps I should copyright that!)

One authority noted that cozies often rely on having likeable characters, so people want to return to them again and again. Is my Alice likeable? As one reader said, "Alice is a witty, cheerful and passionate 18-year-old lady." A lady who nevertheless nurses an unrequited crush on her handsome cowboy bodyguard, Joseph St. Clair, although you'd never get her to admit it. "It’s very cute that when it comes about St. Clair, Alice becomes child-like a bit," continues the reader.

In the end, I'll leave it to the critics to decide if Alice Roosevelt is a true cozy sleuth. But I know this much — readers who like cozy sleuths will certainly like Alice Roosevelt.

The Author

About R.J. Koreto

R.J. Koreto has been fascinated by turn-of-the-century New York ever since listening to his grandfather's stories as a boy.

In his day job, he works as a business and financial journalist. Over the years, he’s been a magazine writer and editor, website manager, PR consultant, book author, and seaman in the U.S. Merchant Marine. He’s a graduate of Vassar College, and like Alice Roosevelt, he was born and raised in New York.

He is the author of the Lady Frances Ffolkes and Alice Roosevelt mysteries. He has been published in both Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine and Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. He also published a book on practice management for financial professionals.

With his wife and daughters, he divides his time between Rockland County, N.Y., and Martha’s Vineyard, Mass.

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