Adventures in Writing a Novel

As the Liquor Flows ~ Last Teaser #writing #amwriting #romance #historicalromance #greatdepression #prohibition #1930

As the Liquor Flows Red no shadow

My next novel will release to the masses TOMORROW!

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Continuing from the teaser last week, here is another teaser of Chapter One! You can read the first teaser HERE.


I glanced around the dirty hovel that took Frank a day to build. Four square walls of dented sheet metal and scraps of plywood. It wasn’t much, but it was home, in some sense of the word, at least.

Certainly, Hooverville didn’t follow city law, but as people lost their jobs and homes, the city had no other choice than to turn a blind eye. Even if, that meant that the once beautiful green grass of Central Park had turned into nothing but dirt that swirled in the wind, stained clothes, and penetrated every deep crevice the fine grains could find.

I slammed the makeshift door as I left, trotting past old man Perry sitting in his rickety chair outside of his own hovel. His ripped and stained clothes hung off his skeleton body as he sipped steaming hot soup from a tin mug.

“The line is a mile long.” His hoarse voice growled under his breath. “Damn near starved just waiting.”

“Thank you for the warning.”

He grumbled some other incoherent words, but I ignored him and continued.

Every facet of my life, every piece that I could cling to seemed to shatter, turn to dust, and float away in a breeze as though it never existed. Not only had I lost my parents, but I lost everything else, and just when I believed I couldn’t lose any more, I lost Frank.

He’s just looking for work. He’s just looking for work.

“Evelyn?” a man’s voice shouted from behind me. Familiar, it forced a groan to my lips.

Of course, the guilt from my thoughts stung. Always sweet and kind, Benjamin, certainly, didn’t deserve my rudeness. However, no matter how casual he began the conversation, his usual longing glances and seductive insinuations exhausted me.

“Evelyn, wait up.” Benjamin panted as he trotted toward me. His brown curly hair bounced with his movement.

“Good afternoon, Benjamin.”

“Well you certainly are togged to the bricks, aren’t you? Where are you going all dressed up? Are you going into the city?”

I hesitated to answer him. “Um, yes, but—”

“I was headed in myself to fetch a hot meal in the soup line. old man Perry said the line was long. I don’t really care, though. I’m starving. May I walk with you?”

While not unattractive by my opinion, his smile matched his sweet nature. Perhaps, in another time, I’d be open to his affections. However, the thought of love with him, or anyone for that matter, weighed heavy on my shoulders with everything else going on in my life at the moment.

“I suppose, but I’m really in quite a hurry.”

“Are you planning on stopping at the soup line?”

“No, not this afternoon.”

“So where are you headed then?”

“Um, I’ve decided to try and find employment someplace.”

“Ah, there’s no work in this apple for anyone, you should just come with me.”

“I’ve got to try, Benjamin. I can’t just sit by and do nothing.”

He chuckled. “You ain’t doing squat, but going on a trip for biscuits. Looking for work is just a waste of time, especially yours.”

“I beg your pardon?”

A horse carriage trotted past as we stepped onto the sidewalk. The clip-clop of the shoes against the pavement mimicked my heartbeat, a pound that thumped faster and harder with every second.

As the carriage rolled around the corner, the horse slid to a halt and reared in fear, nearly colliding with an automobile. The driver honked his horn and swerved, exchanging hand gestures and curse words with the horse owner that made every woman in the vicinity blush.

“Goodbye, Benjamin.”

“Ah, now, Evelyn, come on. I only meant what I said to get you to see reason. Everyone in the whole darn city is looking for work and you think you are going to be the lucky one to bring home some dough?”

“I’ve got as good of a chance as any.” I shot him a fiery glare, my tone sharp and rude, but I didn’t care. How dare he presume me a twit?

“Goodbye, Benjamin.” Before he could utter another word, I scurried off, ignoring him.



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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