The
Bootlegger’s Wife
A Love Story
by
Terri Lee
Synopsis
In
the summer of 1919 the country was ready to throw off the gray days of war and
laugh again. The 1920s were about to come roaring onto the scene and change
every one’s mind. It was a time when people believed anything was possible,
even a love that was doomed from the start.
Nineteen-year-old
Frances Durant was ready for excitement. What she wasn’t ready for was a tall, tanned
Marine, fresh from the battlefield and ready to take New York City by storm.
Frankie Lee was just the sort of guy to sweep a restless young heiress off her
feet.
Their
two worlds collide on the dance floor and set in motion a love story that careens
through the twenties, when the world thought the parties would never end, to
the crash of 1929 and the devastation that followed. A brush with the dark side
of the bootleg world, and a tragedy that reaches out from the cold dark night
will test love over and over. Can two people from such very different worlds
survive the ride?
My Thoughts
The
Bootlegger’s Wife is a story detailing the lives of
Frances Durant and Frankie Lee during the years of 1919 through 1931. This is a beautiful and powerful story about love
and how as long as you have love, you can pull through anything. Starting at
the end of the First World War, the reader takes a journey with the couple as
they lived their lives during the Great Depression, the Prohibition and the
everyday stuff in between that life dished out.
Alternating between heartache and happiness, this story is sure to stay
with the reader long after the last sentence is read.
Terri Lee’s writing style really made the era
come to life and made me feel as though I was right there with Frances and
Frankie. The story is wonderful and
thought-provoking and really shows that the author has an amazing talent of drawing
the reader in with her words and not letting go. The
Bootlegger’s Wife is an unforgettable story and I loved every minute of it!
5 stars for this outstanding love story!
About the Author
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I can't
remember a time when I wasn't scribbling away and playing with words. I wrote
my first novel at the age of thirteen. I gladly exchanged the bulk of my sunny days that summer for afternoons
spent on the back porch at a make shift table, surrounded by pens, pencils and
paper. There, I marveled as I watched the little character that I had created
take shape and come to life. That was my first foray into writing, certainly
not to be my last. Through times of great joy and times of confusion writing
has always been my solace. It is the one thing I return to over and over again.
I only truly understand how I feel about something once the words have
pushed themselves down through my fingertips and out onto the page.
How are
stories born? The words, colors, smells, family legends, people, places and
things of my past provide the fertile soil for a small seed of an idea to take
up root and blossom. They present themselves to me when they are ready, when
they have lain in the soil and soaked up all that they need. Once they come to
me and beg to be written, to be set free, it is only then that I recognize the
work that's been going on behind the scenes. Sometimes for many years.
Seems much of my creativity
resides in my bathtub. Just add water. And so it was with The Bootlegger’s Wife. I lifted the story out of the soapy bubbles.
When it showed up, I just nodded knowingly and said. "Of course. It had
been there all the time.” The
Bootlegger's Wife is a story near and dear to my heart. It grew from the tales I heard as a small
child., words that floated around the kitchen table. A phrase here, a snippet
there...an unfinished sentence that piqued my curiosity. So the story that traveled through the years,
took up residence in my fertile imagination and I let it run free.
And it is
my hope, that you dear reader, will find some small piece of yourself in my
stories. Something familiar, something that feels like home. May you find
yourself nodding along and whispering. "Of course."
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