When a local bluegrass musician disappears and a jug of her shop’s corn liquor is implicated, moonshiner Hattie Hayes must stop further trouble from brewing in this delightful cozy mystery series. It’s August in Chattanooga, Tennessee and moonshiner Hattie Hayes has collaborated with a nearby vineyard to serve her moonshine at a Wine and 'Shine event. Not only is this an opportunity for Hattie to gain more moonshine fans, but she’s also excited to hear the Bootlegging Brothers, a popular bluegrass band. But not every attendee is looking for harmony. When one of the brothers disappears and is presumed dead, Hattie realizes her grace note gathering has suddenly turned more sour than her mash. Unearthing what happened to the missing musician is more difficult than Hattie first expected. Hattie’s moonshine is tied to the crime and there’s no time to fiddle around—she has to step up to solve the case. Luckily, Hattie’s cool head and quick mind help her understand that when investigating a musical crime, always stay sharp. Praise for Fiddling with Fate "...[T]his one goes down nice and easy." — Kirkus Praise for the A Southern Homebrew Mystery series "Hattie is the perfect sleuth, full of smarts, humor, and gumption to spare. Settle in for a great read!" —Winnie Archer, national bestselling author of Dough or Die “A shining example of a cozy mystery, complete with a business savvy protagonist, an irascible granddad, and a brewing romance.” —Jennifer J. Chow, author of Mimi Lee Reads Between the Lines Praise for the novels of Diane Kelly "Keep your eye on Diane Kelly--her writing is tight, smart and laugh-out-loud funny." —Kristan Higgins, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Always the Last to Know "Quirky, sexy, and downright fabulous. Zany characters you can't help but love, and a plot that will knock your socks off. This is the most fun I've had reading in forever! —Christie Craig, New York Times bestselling author of Don't Breathe a Word After spending several fun years in Nashville, Tennessee, Diane Kelly ventured over to the eastern side of the Appalachian range and now resides in the heart of North Carolina. She found herself fascinated by the region's rich past, especially the secret moonshiners who served up spirits during Prohibition and their runners who spawned the auto racing industry. She also fell in love with the beautiful Blue Ridge and Smoky Mountains, and the quaint cities and towns scattered among them. With its natural splendor, storied history, and southern charm, Chattanooga is one of Diane's favorite vacation spots, and she is excited to set her Moonshine Shack series along its riverfront. Chapter One By late August in Chattanooga, Tennessee, folks have had their fill of the summer's relentless sunshine, heat, and humidity. Fortunately, though, they hadn't had their fill of bluegrass music or moonshine. That's why I was up early this Saturday morning, scurrying about my tiny mountainside cabin, getting myself ready for the opening of the Hamilton County Bluegrass Festival. I'd donned my usual firefly-green T-shirt that bore my moonshine brand's logo, a pair of old-fashioned denim overalls, and sneakers with gel inserts and arch supports. I'd be on my feet all day at the festival. Best to be prepared. For the final touch, I pulled my brown curls up into a carefree ponytail, swiped a few coats of mascara on my lashes to accentuate my dark-brown eyes, and applied a light coat of lip gloss. There. All done. No sense putting much more effort into my appearance. With the outdoor temps still lingering near ninety, makeup would melt off my face. Besides, I wasn't the glamorous type to begin with and, at just over five feet tall, I was better off going for girl-next-door rather than gorgeous. My gray cat, Smoky, eyed me from atop the kitchen counter, where he lounged. Unsanitary, I supposed. But I'd scolded the cat and removed him from the counter a thousand times before and learned it was a futile endeavor. The instant his paws hit the floor, he'd jump right back up onto the countertop. I bent over and put my face in his while scratching behind his ears. "Be a good boy while I'm gone, okey dokey, Smoky?" The swish of his tail said, Nope. Not even gonna think about behaving. He'd probably spend the day sharpening his claws on my couch, shedding on my bed coverings, or kicking the litter out of his box. I gave him a kiss on the head and headed out to my fluorescent-green glow-in-the-dark van. In the daylight, it just looked crazy bright but, come nighttime, you couldn't miss the van as I made my way around town, advertising my wares as I went about my business. My first order of business today was to pick up my granddaddy from the Singing River Retirement Home. If not for Benjamin Hayes having lovingly taught me how to make moonshine, I wouldn't even have my Moonshine Shack shop. I owed everything to him. Well, maybe I owed some to his father, who'd