Trouble Brewing

A Roaring Twenties Short Story #2

by Jennifer Lamont Leo

This is an alternate cover edition for B01DTKZWAU

Chicago, 1927. It's springtime, when a young woman's fancy turns to thoughts of . . . that swoony fellow who works in Menswear. Meanwhile, Marjorie Corrigan's landlady is brewing up her spring tonic, claiming the secret recipe cures everything from poor digestion to skin rashes. But can it cure “heart” trouble? And worst of all–will it land Mrs. Moran in jail?

12 pages, Kindle Edition

Published April 1, 2017

About the author

**THANK YOU, dear readers, for all the great reviews, and for choosing Moondrop Miracle, You're the Cream in My Coffee and Ain't Misbehavin for your book clubs. You're the bee's knees!** Author of Moondrop Miracle, You're the Cream in My Coffee and Ain't Misbehavin'. With a passion for all things historical, Jennifer Lamont Leo captures readers' hearts through stories set in times gone by. She is also a copywriter, editor, and journalist. An Illinois native, she holds a deep affection for Chicago and its rich history. Today she writes from the mountains of northern Idaho, where she shares her home with her husband, two cats, and abundant wildlife. Visit her at A Sparkling Vintage Life (http://www.JenniferLamontLeo.com/blog), as well as on Facebook, Bookbub, Twitter, and Pinterest.

Reviews

[Nadine Keels · Rating 4 out of 5]

A humorous, short 'n' sweet story I read in Songbird and Other Stories.

[Andrea · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is a quick little glimpse in to Marjorie's life. Set in Chicago 1927. Marjorie works for Marshall Fields.
Very well written. I look forward to more of her story coming out this fall.
If you wish to follow her blog you can do so here http://marjoriecorrigan.blogspot.com/...

She is having a bit of trouble catching up to today's modern technology and terminology though.

[Susan Molloy · Rating 5 out of 5]

In this short story, Mrs. Moran – the landlady – is caught red-handed, and the cops question her stovetop brew. Told by Marjorie, I got a kick out of the dénouement. It was quite unexpected and clever.

Well past midnight I was jerked from a sound sleep by brilliant flashes of red and blue light that sliced through the window, splashed across the ceiling, and ran down the walls. I flew down the stairs and found the door to Mrs. Moran’s apartment flung wide open.

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