As the Liquor Flows
Angela Christina Archer
Long Valley Press
On sale July 31st through August 4th for $.99
Blurb:
Black Tuesday, October 29, 1929, the day the stock market crashed, and the day Evelyn Ford will never forget.
With the untimely death of her parents and the loss of their only income, Evelyn, and her brother, Frank flee to a make-shift hovel built in Central Park.
After Frank mysteriously goes missing, bare cupboards force Evelyn to seek employment anywhere she can find work, even if that means working at a burlesque theater.
Catching the attention of Don Vincent Giovanni, a Kingpin in the New York mafia, Evelyn discovers that Frank is serving time in prison for running hooch and he owes Vincent a lot of money. In order to pay off her brother's debt, Evelyn is thrown into the world of mobsters and bootlegging.
Between running hooch all over the city of New York and trying to save her brother, Evelyn finds herself drawn to Max Catalano, Vincent's Consigliere. Even with secrets of his own, he's the only one she can trust when she entangles herself in the middle of the New York mafia crime wars.
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Excerpt:
I opened
the box and a circle of sparkling diamonds glistened in the dim light of the
hallway. A perfect necklace of crystal-clear jewels the size of peas with a
centered diamond the size of a peanut. Fortune in a box that now trembled in my
hand.
“Oooh.” The
sound proved more of a gasp from my lips than an actual word.
“Turn
around,” Max whispered as he grasped the box from me. The intense coffee color
in his eyes caught my breath, calming, and yet, unnerving my mind.
I slowly
spun away from him and closed my eyes.
Pop.
The sound
from the box slapping shut caused me to flinch, and I opened my eyes as his
hands lowered in front of me, draping the necklace against my skin.
His fingers
tickled the back of my neck while he fastened the clasp. His touch shocked
through me and as he stood mere inches behind me, his hot breath breezed across
my bare shoulders.
My heart
fluttered while the necklace lay against my collarbone. The gold and diamonds
hung with an unexpected heaviness.
Max moved
around me. “They look stunning on you.”
“Thank
you.”
“But then
again, I suppose anything would. You’ve been quite the topic downstairs.
Everyone wants to know who the mysterious young lady is that Vincent is
parading around on his arm.” He paused and clicked his tongue against his lips.
“Don’t say that I blame them. I’d want to know, too.”
“Mysterious?
No one has ever thought of me as mysterious.”
“I do.”
“Well I
have no idea why you would.”
“Is it not
obvious to you?”
“What?”
“Not one
woman has ever rebuffed Vinny’s affections. They fall to his feet. They desire
him because of his clout or because of his money. They are excited when in his
company. They love when other women envy them. They’re thrilled, they’re in
love, and they gush. And you don’t do any of that.”
A soft
laugh snorted through my nose. “Sounds like I’m foolish, instead of
mysterious.”
“I’m
trained to read people like books.” He heaved a deep sigh. “But with you . . .
you’re just like no other book.”
Bio:
Growing up in Nevada, reading was always a pastime that took second place to trail riding and showing horses. When she did find the time in her youth to curl up with a book, she found enjoyment in the Saddle Club Series, the Sweet Valley High series, and the classics of Anne of Green Gables, The Box Car Children, and Little House on the Prairie. Although, writing always piqued her curiosity, it wasn’t until September 2009 that she worked up the courage to put her passion to paper and started her debut novel.
When she’s not writing, Angela spends her days from dawn to dusk as a stay at home, homeschooling mom. She also works in her garden and takes care of her many farm animals, as well as loves to bake and cook from scratch. She doesn't show horses anymore, but she still loves to trail ride her paint horse, Honky, as well as enjoys teaching her daughters how to ride their horses, Sunny and Cowboy.
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