The Bootlegger's Bride: Bryeton Books
By M.K. Chester
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A teenaged war widow on a mission finds a disillusioned WWI veteran.
As Prohibition begins, Grace Currie searches Bryeton for Aidan Palmer, the man she truly wanted to marry when she was forced to marry another. Seeking cash and excitement running bootleg liquor for an unknown investor, Aidan is jaded and not easily convinced Grace still loves him.
To be together, they will need to learn to trust again, out-maneuver her power-hungry brother, and outrun fast competition.
And the clock is ticking.
M.K. Chester
M.K Chester is an avid reader who began writing at an early age to entertain herself. She began to take writing seriously after college and her work developed timeless themes of redemption and second chances. She won some RWA awards, published with The Wild Rose Press and Carina [Harlequin] and now considers herself a happy Indie. Her romance titles include something for everyone: historical, contemporary, and paranormal.
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The Bootlegger's Bride - M.K. Chester
Chapter One
January 16, 1920, Bryeton , North Carolina
What’s the big deal?
Aidan Palmer struck a match against the heel of his boot and lit a cigarette behind his cupped palm. He pulled up the collar of his plaid, wool jacket against the biting winter wind. Carolina’s been dry since ’08. Volstead Act don’t mean nothin’. Federal prohibition don’t change a thing ‘round these parts.
Only thing it changes,
Frank Sharpe leaned in to say, Is who’s chasin’ you and how much time you do if you get caught.
And how much money you can make.
Aidan added, resting his hip against the fender of his new Chevrolet 490. Frank had been on him for a couple weeks about running ‘shine from Bryeton to the Piedmont in his new auto. Seems they couldn’t keep up with demand.
The Volstead Act had enough teeth to keep him away if he were smart, and not bored to tears in this town. As things stood now, though, he might need the money more than he needed his common sense.
What do you say, Preacher Boy?
Frank pressed. The bigger the chase, the bigger the pay.
Aidan didn’t say anything. Just last night, he’d broken the news to his father that he had no intention of attending seminary. All those plans had been made before. No sense in being a preacher after all he’d seen and done in the so-called Great War.
The Right Reverend Palmer had been less than understanding, especially after Aidan admitted he’d spent the money the family had set aside for seminary on his shiny new car.
Aidan took another drag on his cigarette, hiding the slight tremor of his hands in the long shadows. I say we head on down to the Stomp and celebrate that damn amendment with the rest of the unrighteous.
Frank roared his already-drunk approval, and the pair hustled into Aidan’s new car for the short, bumpy trip along the riverbank.
Nestled behind a grove of trees, the Hickory Stomp had started life as a legitimate tavern but had existed since 1908 as a speakeasy of sorts. Everyone in town knew what went on there and Aidan supposed the revelry would continue so long as no one prominent got hurt.
Since he was not the least bit prominent, he felt more than welcome. In the year and a half since his return from Europe, he’d learned to find the Stomp in the dark.
The joint was already jumping, spirited music spilling from between wide wooden planks. Yellow light splashed onto the hoods of the cars parked just outside. Aidan pulled the Chevy to a stop under the namesake hickory tree, just off the gravel road.
Frank hopped out and ran ahead, like an anxious pup on the scent of good game. Aidan lingered, a twinge of envy leaving a bitter taste in his throat. That foolish boy didn’t understand anything. He’d been too young to serve.
C’mon!
Frank turned, framed in the open doorway, and waved him forward. It’s the Prohibition Ball!
Because a drink sounded like the only thing that could wash his mind clean of memory, he smiled, and followed his friend inside. What his father called debauchery, Aidan preferred to think of as survival.
As he squeezed through the doorway, someone handed him a drink. He held the glass over his head and weaved through the jostling crowd. Men and women, most of whom he didn’t recognize, danced like the world was about to end.
Crazy how just two years ago, the world really could have come to an end. Now, everyone seemed to have forgotten.
He downed his hooch in one shot, then shed his jacket and aimed for the far corner, where he liked to sit. Except this time, his usual table was occupied. A stunning young creature with honey hued hair and porcelain skin turned her ice blue eyes on him as he approached.
His blood ran colder than the frigid river. At this point, turning away was out of the question. He wouldn’t run. Trapped, he took the other chair at the table, flipped it around, and straddled the seat.
Evenin’, Grace. What are you doing on the outer edge of town?
A sad smile bloomed on her painted pink lips. Lookin’ for you, Preacher. I couldn’t believe my ears when they said I’d find you here.
He leaned on the slats of the chair. Well, isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?
Her soft reply slipped right under his skin. I suppose that’s so.
Grace Louise McAfee Currie studied her old love. Aidan looked older, but then she hadn’t laid eyes on him since he’d enlisted, nearly three years ago. She’d only glimpsed him on the street since his return. Where’ve you been hiding yourself?
His furrowed brow and sour frown made her feel more out of place, if that was possible. His clipped answer told her she’d made a mistake in tracking him down. I’ve been right where I’ve always been, over on M Street.
Tears misted her eyes and she glanced away. As if it had been up to her to find him, not the other way around. Well, maybe it had been.
Aidan’s next words came through the din, soft, and clear. I don’t know what to say to you, Gracie. I lost him. I did.
Him, meaning her husband. The late, great, Carson Currie. First in his class, first to volunteer for the Army, and the only son of a well-loved county commissioner, Carson had a golden future in local