Title: Shine On by Allison Jewell
Shine On Series Book One
Publisher: J.L. Publishing
Genre: New Adult , Historical Romance (1920’s Era)
Length: 264 pages/Word Count: 87,000 Words
Emmie Talbot is a quintessential good girl.
Smart, Southern, Kind
Small Town Seamstress
A Misguided Moonshiner
Emmie’s sole purpose in life was taking care of her moonshine loving step-father. When he is killed in a fiery crash on their farm, she is left alone and frustrated with a mountain of debt. Working as a seamstress for a crazy-old-coot shopkeeper is not the kind of life she had imagined for herself.
The curious events that surround her step-father’s death send Emmie on a quest for answers. Answers that lead to a dangerous secret tucked away on her property. Stumbling on a moonshine still was an unfortunate event for most folks in the hills of Kentucky. She was lucky not to have been shot on the spot. Emmie saw hope in the steam escaping the curved copper pipe of “Ole Maizy”. However, a series of mishaps put her front and center in a local moonshine war.
In the midst of chaos, Emmie is befriended by an attorney recently transported from Chicago. Silas McDowell is a man seeking some answers of his own. In an attempt to find a little roaring twenties glamour in the small town, he introduces Emmie to the underground world of Speakeasies and Blind Pigs. Loyalty, lies, and murder conspire to push Silas and Emmie together or rip them apart. Cloaked in secrets and unsure whom to trust, Emmie must decide to drown in darkness or find a way to Shine On.
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Emmie turned to head inside for a towel. She was surprised to find two guys in her path. She suddenly felt very self-conscious. One looked at her with blatant amusement like he had never seen a girl in a swimsuit before.
Oh My Goodness…
Her slip. She was in her slip, not a swimsuit.
The guy nearest her smiled, eyes wide with amusement. “Hi ya, Doll,” he grinned.
Emmie rolled her eyes and walked right past him, still tugging on the hem of her slip. The second guy didn’t have the decency to look away either. As she moved around him, she felt something drop on her shoulders. Emmie snapped back around, puzzled.
The guy pulled the collar of the jacket close around her neck and whispered, “Honey, there isn’t any amount of pulling on that slip you can do to make it not cling to your…” he paused for a long second, “…your body.”
Emmie wanted to find some cold dark cave and hide there for all eternity. Mr. Chivalry—I give my jacket to half-naked ladies all the time— didn’t look the least bit flustered and she hated him for it. He pulled a cigarette out of his vest pocket and took a long, slow draw. His blue-gray eyes were staring into hers. A grin played at the corner of his mouth. Then he moved to her and headed toward Vincent, smacking the “Hi ya, Doll” guy in the back of the head on his way.
Her pride made her want to throw his jacket at him and walk inside with her shoulders back and chin held high. Her mousy modesty made her pull the coat tighter around her shoulders and scurry into the house.