In this intoxicating new cozy mystery series, the future for modern-day moonshiner Hattie Hayes looks bright--until death darkens the doorstep of her Moonshine Shack. The Hayes family has made moonshine in Chattanooga since the days of Prohibition, and Hattie is happy to continue the tradition, serving up fun, fruity flavors in mason jars for locals and tourists alike. All signs indicate her new 'shine shop will be a smashing success. What's more, mounted police officer Marlon Landers has taken a shine to Hattie. For the first time ever, the stars seemed to have aligned in both her work and romantic life. But when a body ends up on her store's doorstep alongside a broken jar of her Firefly Moonshine, it just might be lights out for her fledgling business. The homicide detective can't seem to identify the person who killed the owner of a nearby bar. The only witness is Hattie's longhaired gray cat, and Smoky isn't talking. When the detective learns that the victim and Hattie had a heated exchange shortly before his murder, she becomes her prime suspect. Lest Hattie end up behind bars like her bootlegging great-grandfather a century before, she must distill the evidence herself and serve the killer a swift shot of justice. "If you're thirsty for a mystery overflowing with Southern flavor and a shot of humor, The Moonshine Shack Murder is sure to quench your thirst and whet your appetite for more." V. M. Burns, Agatha Award-nominated author of Paw and Order "Hattie is the perfect sleuth, full of smarts, humor, and gumption to spare. Settle in for a great read!"--Winnie Archer, n ational bestselling author of Dough or Die   " The Moonshine Shack Murder is a charming cozy mystery that will warm you from the inside out and keep you guessing till the end!"--Kate Lansing, author of Killer Chardonnay “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 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 "Kelly’s novel is smart, sexy and funny,”—Leslie Langtry, author of the Bombay assassins mystery series  "Kelly's plot is filled with belligerent and bad ass characters and dicey situations that will keep you turning the pages to see how it all turns out.”—Fresh Fiction "Diane Kelly...brings a fresh, new voice and raucous humor to the market."--Angela Cavener, Indie Book Award Finalist and author of  Operation: Afterlife 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   The machinery sloshed, whirred, jangled, and clinked as I stood in breathless anticipation at the end of the conveyer belt on the factory floor. Where is it? Come on! After another jangle and clink, the rubber safety strips that hung over the machine's exit hatch swung outward, and there it was-the first jar of my Firefly brand moonshine, the mason jar's aluminum lid sparkling in the light from the fixtures overhead.   "Woo-hoo!" I threw my fists in the air and snatched the jar from the belt, planting a big kiss on the label before hugging it to my chest. Melodramatic maybe, but this jar had been years in the making. I'd invested my heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears into my new moonshine business, not to mention every last cent I'd saved and then some. The first payment on my bank loan would be due in two short weeks. Good thing my Moonshine Shack would be ready to open for business first thing Monday morning, only three days from now.   I slipped the inaugural jar of shine in my tote bag and readied a cardboard box. Another jar exited the hatch and began its journey down the metal rollers, shimmying like one of BeyoncŽ's backup dancers. I grabbed the jar and tucked it into a corner of the box, adding eleven more as they jiggled their way toward me over the next two minutes. The ancient bottling machine wasn't fast, but it was efficient enough for my small-batch operation, and the factory manager had charged me a fair price to use it.   A quick zip-zip with the strapping tape dispenser and the box was sealed and ready to be loaded into my secondhand cargo van for transport to my shop. I'd had the van painted Day-Glo green an