Good girl Sadie McKay is bored with her monotonous life. One night, she and her best friend set out to find some excitement, and it only takes a taste of the forbidden speakeasy for Sadie to fall head over heels. Of course, spotting the mystery man with his haunting good looks, all decked out in his three-piece suit and fedora, doesn’t hurt either. After a little of the joint’s famous liquid courage, she works up the nerve to approach him, or, you know, run smack dab into him due to a little self-inflicted clumsiness. What Sadie doesn’t know is that the infamous gangsters of Chicago have moved in to her sleepy town, and she finds out too late, after she’s already smitten (not to mention trapped in a hidden underground tunnel), that her perfect Frankie is one of the wise guys. She soon finds herself immersed in the secrets and betrayal of organized crime, and when the bullets start flying, the excitement she was hoping to find, suddenly becomes more dangerous than she could have imagined. Welcome to the world of the Bootlegacy, where innocence meets the danger, intrigue and excess of 1920s organized crime.
Rachel Astor is a twin (yes, probably the evil one), a stepmother (not as wicked as you'd think), and a USA Today Bestselling Author who spends a suspiciously large portion of her days correcting the word "the".
She's had a lot of jobs (bookseller, realtor, 834 assorted admin roles), but none as, ahem, interesting, as when she waitressed at a small-town bar named after a dog. 🐶
When she’s not crafting romantic comedies that blend heat, humor, and heart, Rachel splits her time between the city, the lake, and as many made-up worlds as possible.
Blurb: Good girl Sadie McKay is bored with her monotonous life. One night, she and her best friend set out to find some excitement, and it only takes a taste of the forbidden speakeasy for Sadie to fall head over heels. Of course, spotting the mystery man with his haunting good looks, all decked out in his three-piece suit and fedora, doesn’t hurt either. After a little of the joint’s famous liquid courage, she even works up the nerve to approach him, or, you know, run smack dab into him due to a little self-inflicted clumsiness.
What Sadie doesn’t know is that the infamous gangsters of Chicago have moved in to her sleepy town, and she finds out too late, after she’s already smitten (not to mention trapped in a hidden underground tunnel), that her perfect Frankie is one of the wise guys. She soon finds herself immersed in the secrets and betrayal of organized crime, and when the bullets start flying, the excitement she was hoping to find, suddenly becomes more dangerous than she could have imagined.