Please join me in welcoming the amazing Holly Day to Stories That Make You Smile! Holly is here today celebrating the release of her new novel, A Drop of Moonshine, written in celebration of National Moonshine Day!
Hello, everyone! Thank you, Addison, for letting me drop by today đ„° Did you know that June is the month weâre celebrating National Moonshine Day? Weâre talking the drinkable kind of moonshine, not the kind youâre seeing in the sky.
Some writers have playlists for their books, Iâm not one of them. I do, however, have a playlist on Spotify named Play it Again, Sam, and on that list, I have songs that when I listen to them have a story spinning in my head. It can be as little as one line, but when I hear it, it triggers something.
One of the songs on that list is William Elliott Whitmoreâs South Lee County Brew. And it sort of started this whole story.
Moonshine⊠Back in April, we talked about weird internet searches in our Read Around the Rainbow post. If you donât know what Read Around the Rainbow is, itâs an author collaboration. On the last Friday of every month, weâre a bunch of authors who blog on the same topic. I couldnât make it last month (Addison wrote a post, though, so have a look at that đ), but in April we talked about internet searches, and I talked about moonshine-making. Research, people!
I had this epiphany⊠Moonshine isnât hard to make. Itâs not. And where I come from, you make it out of potatoes, sugar and yeast. Easy peasy. My weird internet searches told me something else, though. Across the pond, you make moonshine out of corn đČ AND that instantly made my mind hop to another song on my Play it Again, Sam list!
Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall. Though itâs on the list because I picture a ghost dancing in the rain and then someone seeing her lying on a road and wanting to save her (donât ask me how my mind works), not the:
âCorn liquor tastes sweeter in this townâ
The corn liquor doesnât matter. Sid in A Drop of Moonshine is making potato vodka since itâs what makes sense to me. The world theyâre living in is dark and violent. The government is controlling everything, and every person is given one government-sanctioned kill.
If someone does something you donât like, you can file an application and have them eliminated.
Our main characters are Thorn and Sid, who is a potato farmer on paper. Potatoes donât earn him enough not to go hungry though, so heâs making moonshine on the side.
Thorn is a liquidation agent, which means that when someone applies to have someone killed, heâs the one to do it. Heâs realised itâs not the best career choice, but no one ever leaves the agency alive, so he can either continue to do what he does or he can be terminated.
Sid and Thorn grew up in the same area. Sid got out and is now living on the outside of town on a rickety farm with his dog. When another liquidation agent tries to blackmail him into giving his moonshine away for free, he turns to Thorn for help.
At first, Thorn doesnât believe him, liquidation agents are paid well and can afford any liquor they want, but when heâs asked to kill Sid off the record, he realises everything is getting out of hand, and he decides to help Sid leave town.
This is dark and bloody. There is a HEA, but itâs not a feel-good story, so know that before you start to read.
Aaand since Iâve been talking moonshine songs, Iâll leave you with another song from the Play it Again, Sam list đ
Blurb
In a world where the government controls everything, and every citizen is given one government-approved kill, Sid Barker is doing his best to keep his head down and not get noticed. At some point, he must have failed. Being a potato farmer doesnât generate enough income, and Sid is making moonshine on the side to keep himself fed, but one day a liquidation agent shows up at his farm, not to kill him, but to blackmail him into giving away his moonshine for free.
Thorn Hull is a liquidation agent. Every time someone hands in an application to have someone terminated, he or one of the other agents has to perform the kill. Itâs a well-paying job, but no money in the world can fill the void in Thorn. He regrets ever becoming an agent, but no one has ever quit the agency and lived to tell the tale.
One night in a bar, Thorn runs into Sid, whoâs far from the dirty little kid heâd been the last time Thorn had seen him. Sid remembers Thorn from his childhood and asks him to help him talk sense into the agent whoâs blackmailing him. Things soon escalate, and Sid and Thorn find themselves on the run from the liquidation agency. How will they be able to deal with the blackmailer at the same time as theyâre on the run from the governmentâs trained killers?
Excerpt
Sid glanced at Thorn as he jumped into the passenger seat of his old, rusty Chevy. Cognac took up the entire backseatâhe normally sat next to Sid in the front.
âWhy are you here, Thorn?â If he was gonna kill Sid, the car was a bad place to do it. Unless he planned to burn it of course, then it was pretty efficient to have him there.
âI⊠Itâs wrong. All of this is because of some liquor deal, and donât ask me how Kannan got caught up in it, but he was only supposed to scare you.â
âWell, he succeeded.â Sid started the car and drove south. Shadeâs cabin was about an hourâs drive outside the city, and he wanted to get there as soon as possible. If Jeb was right, this might not go as badly as heâd first imagined it would. Heâd do best in dropping Thorn off before he got there, though.
âScare you into stopping.â
âI need to eat. Hell, Cognac eats more than I do.â He gestured at the slobbering mess in the backseat. âHey, perhaps itâs best if you take your car. Cognac is used to sitting in the front, and heâll be drooling on you the entire ride.â
Thorn grimaced and glanced at Cognac who tilted his head to the side, showing off a string of drool already dangling from his mouth. It would only get worse from here. Once they were on their way, the drooling would increase.
âErm⊠I would, but they can trace my car. Every agent has a tracking device in their car in case they go missing, and weâre not allowed to leave the city.â
âOh.â Maybe going to Shade was the smartest thing theyâd ever come up with. Her postal address was Vinbay, not Hamndon. It might not stop Kannan from going after him, but if they tracked the liquidation agents, it might make it harder for him.
âYeah, weâre not allowed to disappear anywhere.â
Sid had always believed they could do what they wanted more or less. âYouâre not allowed to skip town?â
Thorn shook his head and gazed out the window.
âAre you sure you should come with me then? I mean⊠Iâm not planning on coming back.â Not if things turned out the way theyâd planned.
âYouâre running away?â
âI donât know if you can call it running. Iâve rented a cabin outside the city, weâll live there, Cognac and I. If anyone checks Sidney Barberâs records, theyâll see he has left Hamndon and moved to Vinbay. Sid Barker will fade away, I guess.â
âIs that wise? I canât leave you.â He turned to look at Sid, his dark eyes filled with an emotion Sid couldnât pinpoint.
âWhy?â
âIâve been thinking about you often.â
âYeah?â Sid had been thinking about him too, though heâd tried not to.
âYeah. Had I known your name I wouldâve checked in on you. Kannan gave me hell that day⊠I wouldâve killed him, you know?â
âI did.â
âYou killed him?â Thorn stared at him, and Sid winced.
âNo, not I, I filled out an application, then a few days later I got a confirmation letter stating heâd been eliminated.â
Thorn nodded. âGood.â
âNo, itâs not good. Canât you see itâs not?â The usual frustration came crawling. Why couldnât people see the system was wrong?He hit the accelerator and cut the corner of the street without signaling a turn.
âJesus! Do you want me to drive?â
âNo.â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Thorn curled his fingers around the seatbelt.
âThere is nothing wrong with me.â Sid frowned and eased up on the pedal. It would be stupid to get killed in traffic while trying to avoid getting killed by a⊠killer.
âLook, Iâm sorry.â
âSorry? What do you have to be sorry about?â
âIâm sorry I came after you this morning, Iâm sorry Kannan has forced you to run, Iâm sorry I wasnât in time to stop the man in the alley.â
âNot your fault.â
âLook canât you⊠Is Jeb your partner? As in boyfriend?â
Sid slowed down more and glanced at Thorn. A light flush spread on his cheeks, and he turned to look out the window.
âNo, we used to hook up, but not anymore.â
Thorn nodded. âThen why did you hug him?â
âI hug Jeb all the time. Heâs dear to me.â Sid pressed his lips together. Perhaps talking about Jeb was stupid, if Thorn wanted to blackmail him, threatening Jeb was all he had to do to make Sid give everything up.
About Holly
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If sheâll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldnât last a day without coffee.
Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.
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