Moonshine in a Mason Jar Read online

  Moonshine in a Mason Jar

  Fairy Tales of a Trailer Park Queen, Book 6

  Kimbra Swain

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Kimbra Swain

  Moonshine in a Mason Jar, Fairy Tales of a Trailer Park Queen, Book 6

  ©2018, Kimbra Swain / Crimson Sun Press, LLC

  [email protected]

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Book Cover by: https://www.ts95studios.com

  Formatting by Serendipity Formats: https://serendipityformats.wixsite.com/formats

  Editing by Carol Tietsworth: https://www.facebook.com/Editing-by-Carol-Tietsworth-328303247526664/

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  A Message From The Author

  Acknowledgments

  Sneak Peak

  About the Author

  What you remember, isn’t the truth.

  It’s just one side of the story.

  Sometimes you have to see both sides

  to find the truth.

  And only the truth can set you free.

  -Levi Rearden, Gully Washer

  Grace

  The gear shift jabbed into my side every time he thrust into me. This was my first chance to get laid in the last six months thanks to my contract with the Sanhedrin. I wasn’t going to let a little discomfort stop me from getting mine.

  I’d watched Joey Blankenship for a while before I ever approached him. He was young and worked hard, but he played hard too. He was twenty-five and worked for his father’s lumber business. On the weekends, he went out with his friends, riding the powerlines. Mud riding was what they called it. I just knew there would be sex involved. I needed it badly. My frustrations were growing, but Jeremiah warned me not to give into my desires. When he called yesterday to give me the go-ahead, I cussed him for making me ask permission to fuck, then immediately stalked the town looking for Joey.

  Joey was about 6-foot-tall with sandy blonde hair. He could have been Sheriff Riggs’ brother, or perhaps a distant cousin. I didn’t know what Riggs had between his legs, but when I found Joey at the Food Mart buying beer, I intended to find out what exactly he had.

  I wasn’t disappointed. However, his grunting increased and I knew he was close to a climax.

  “Don’t you dare come without me,” I warned him.

  He laughed as he thrust into me, “Then you better catch up.”

  “I mean it, Joey!” I said, trying to wiggle out from under him. He took it as I was playing with him. He wrestled me, laughing, but continued his business. I couldn’t relax enough to get to that point. With one last shove, he groaned deep in his chest, and I felt it rattle around in his body. He throbbed inside of me. I was left wanting.

  I shoved him off of me. “Get off me,” I screamed. Scrambling from under him, I tried to cover my exposed skin.

  “Grace, wait! Come on. I’ll finish you,” he offered.

  I pushed open the driver’s side door while pulling my skirt down. The panties I’d had on were ripped. He yelled behind me as my boots hit the mud around the truck where we had stopped to take a break. I turned to look back at him as he removed his used condom, then pulled up his pants.

  “Leave me alone,” I shouted at him. I trudged through the mud, but I wasn’t fast enough. My boots mired up in the mud, and with my next step, the boot stayed stuck. I went barreling forward landing in the muck on my side. “Fucking hell!”

  “Wait! Let me help you,” Joey called out to me.

  “I said, leave me alone!” I screamed. “You inconsiderate bastard! Don’t you ever call me again!”

  “Grace, I’m not done. We can go again,” he said, rubbing his crotch to reawaken the beast. He had a good one. He just had no manners.

  “I’m covered in mud!” I yelled back as he approached.

  “So? It might be fun,” he laughed.

  “Fuck off!” I said, pushing myself up out of the mud. I removed my other boot, leaving it in the mud. Barefoot and covered in filth, I traipsed to the highway which led back into town. If I got lucky, maybe a farmer would let me ride in the back of his truck. Probably not though, considering it was already dark. Otherwise, it was a couple of miles, so I started to walk. I cursed Jeremiah, the Sanhedrin, and Joey Blankenship. When I got to my trailer, I was going to pack my bags and go.

  I hadn’t gone a mile when I started cussing Dylan Riggs, too. In the distance, I could see his cruiser sitting on the side of the road with the interior lamp on. He could see me approaching, caked in mud. As if my night could get any better, there sat the man I hated the most on the face of the earth. The man I was forced to work with in town. The man who had chosen the other royal fairy.

  This town and this arrangement had made a fool of me. My one chance to get laid, and the guy botched it. I suppose I could have stayed, but I was pissed. I hated this town. I hated its sheriff, but most of all, I hated myself for agreeing to stay.

  Ignoring him, I walked down the road facing the town. Even when he called out my name, I didn’t acknowledge him. I kept walking. When I heard him get out of his cruiser, I spun around.

  “You go to hell, Dylan Riggs. Leave me the fuck alone,” I shouted. He held his hands up in surrender.

  Dylan

  “Are you okay?” I asked. Her eyes flared bright blue in the darkness. I held my hands up in surrender. The last thing I wanted to do was piss her off. She probably didn’t know it, but she was one of the few things in this world that could destroy me.

  “I’m fine. Just leave me alone,” she said, as she turned back toward town.

  When I saw her approaching in the darkness, while I sat in my cruiser, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was covered in mud and barefoot. I had followed her and Joey Blankenship out to the powerlines to make sure that they weren’t up to anything dangerous. When I saw Joey’s truck spinning around in the mud, I figured they were just having fun. Something inside of me hated her having fun with someone else, but our relationship had been tense, even after the teacup. More than anything, I wanted us to be friends.

  Jeremiah warned me that the Sanhedrin had given her permission to have sex which seemed ridiculous to me. I didn’t understand why they regulated her like that. They certainly didn’t regulate Stephanie. Of course, she and I had come to an agreement, and things were much better between us. In fact, I had high hopes again for our future. She stopped staying in Tuscaloosa as m
uch with her law friends, and Nestor told me that she hadn’t been in Hot Tin without me in several weeks. We were finally settling into the relationship I’d always hoped we would have.

  But every time I saw Grace, something inside of me stirred that I couldn’t explain. I dismissed it as my overactive sex drive.

  “Are you hurt?” I asked.

  “No,” she said flatly.

  “Let me take you back to town,” I said.

  “No,” she quickly replied.

  I let her go. She disappeared over the hill. I sat back down in my cruiser as Joey Blankenship’s truck came barreling over the hill at a high speed. I knew he was over the limit. I flicked on my lights as he flew past me. Quickly, I cranked up the car to follow him. He didn’t stop until he got to Grace. He stood in front of her with the lights of the truck shining on them as I approached. He was trying to reason with her, and she was being just as stubborn as she had been with me. I decided what was stirring inside of me was probably hatred for how difficult a person she was. Completely alluring and beautiful, but black on the inside with disdain and hatred for the world.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked, walking up to the arguing couple.

  “Hey, Sheriff Riggs. Grace and I are just having a discussion,” Joey said.

  She stood with her arms folded looking away from him.

  “Yes, well, you were over the speed limit back there,” I warned him.

  “Yeah, I know, but I needed to catch up with her. She’s mad, and I’m trying to make it right,” Joey said.

  “Good luck with that,” I muttered. Her eyes flashed to mine, but they were chocolate brown this time. The anger wasn’t subdued though.

  “Dylan Riggs, leave me alone. Joey Blankenship, leave me alone. What is it with you men? Go away!”

  “Come on, Grace. Get in the truck. I’ll take you home. I’ve got your boots,” he said.

  “I’ll walk, thank you. You can keep the boots,” she said, shoving past him to continue her pace back to town.

  “What the hell did you do to her?” I asked him. “Did you hurt her?”

  “What? No. I’d never hurt a woman,” Joey said. I saw the innocence in his eyes.

  “If you laid a hand on her, I’m taking you in,” I said to him. He cowered.

  Grace stopped in her tracks. “He didn’t hurt me,” she said.

  We both looked at her confused. “What?” I said.

  “He didn’t hurt me, Dylan. Leave him alone. Don’t try to go all white knight and save the damsel in distress. I assure you I am no damsel,” she said, then turned back toward town.

  “The distressed part, though,” I said.

  “Forget it,” she called back over her shoulder.

  “Seriously, what did you do?” I asked Joey.

  He shook his head. “A gentleman doesn’t talk,” he said.

  So, they were having sex. “Alright. Go on home. I’ll make sure she gets back to town even if I have to follow her,” I said.

  “It’s my responsibility,” he said. I had to give him credit. It takes a strong man to deal with a spitfire like Grace.

  “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want anything to do with you,” I said.

  “Maybe not, but I’d like more to do with her,” he smiled. “I’ll just call her tomorrow.”

  “Good move. Slow down in that truck, Mr. Blankenship,” I warned.

  “Yes, sir,” Joey said, climbing into his truck. He turned around in the road heading toward his family’s farm a few miles south.

  I got back in my car and followed Grace slowly. Curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to make sure she got home okay, but I also wondered what happened that pissed her off so badly. I could hear her cussing me and Joey as she walked. My windows were rolled down, and the cool night felt good. Her pace slowed. She looked over her shoulder at me, then quickly away. It was long enough to see the tracks of tears through the mud on her face. That something inside of me stirred. It wasn’t hatred.

  Bounding out of the car, I crossed in front of her. She turned her face away from me. If that man hurt her, I would kill him. No, I couldn’t do that because I was the sheriff. However, he would go to jail. “Grace, are you hurt?”

  “No,” she muttered with a sniff.

  I’d never seen her cry before. Grace could be meaner than a sack of wild cats, but she had a confidence and fire about her that I admired. I’d never seen her broken. Before I realized it, I was reaching for her to comfort her. My arms betrayed me wanting to hold her close to me. To wipe her tears away.

  She stepped back quickly, “What are you doing?” She wiped her cheeks smudging the mud with the tears.

  “Something is wrong. Let me help,” I said. “If he’s hurt you, Grace, I’ll go arrest him right now.”

  She giggled uneasily. “I’m not hurt. Just my pride. What I have left of it,” she said. “No, you just go do some sheriffing somewhere else and leave me alone. Please.”

  “I’m not leaving you out here. I’ll follow you home, but it would be easier if you just let me drive you,” I said.

  “I’m covered in mud. I’m not getting in your car,” she replied.

  “I can clean it out. It’s not a problem,” I said. It would be a bitch to clean out, but I’d do it. I’d do it just to see her cold, hard shell crack a little. The best I could tell, she had no friends. Only acquaintances. She lived alone except for the little dog. This was the first time in a year I’d ever seen her with a man.

  “Dylan, please,” she said. Her eyes pleaded with me to go away. Her lip even quivered. I wondered if she was putting on a show.

  “Grace Ann Bryant, you are under arrest,” I said.

  “What!” she screamed. Her face contorted in several directions. “What the hell!”

  “You have the right to remain silent, only I know you won’t. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Just be glad it isn't the Sanhedrin court,” I said, taking out my handcuffs.

  “Dylan Riggs, I will not let you arrest me today,” she protested.

  “Do you want me to add resisting arrest to the charges?” I asked her.

  “What charges!”

  “Reckless endangerment. Trespassing. Destruction of property. Mud riding is very illegal, Grace,” I said. “Turn around and give me your wrists.”

  “Oh, you have just been waiting for the day that you could say that to me,” she growled. “Just admit it, Dylan. You’d give anything to have a piece of me.”

  She wasn’t wrong. “You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you. God bless him, whomever he turns out to be.”

  “You will regret this,” she snarled as she offered her wrists to me. My stomach flip-flopped as I clicked the cuffs around her hands. I already regretted it.

  “Do you understand these rights I’ve just explained to you?” I asked.

  “Whatever,” she responded. I guided her to the back door of the cruiser, and gently placed her in the back of the car. I squatted down to look her in the eye.

  “Knowing these rights, do you want to speak with me?” I asked.

  “Go to hell,” she said.

  “That’s what I thought,” I replied, slamming the door on her stubbornness.

  “You are a fucking idiot, Riggs.” I cursed myself. She could blow this out of proportion if she wanted.

  She sat in the back of the car as I drove to town. Never looking at me, she kept her eyes down or to the side. When I didn’t turn to go toward the jail, she flicked her eyes to me. I caught them for a second before she looked away again.

  “Where are you going?” she asked. She almost sounded afraid. “Please don’t take me to them.”

  “Them, who?” I asked because I was confused. I was just taking her home. An abuse of my power, but I figured I’d be forgiven for it.

  “The Sanhedrin,” she said. “I had permission to go out.”

  “I’m taking you home, Grace,” I said, astonishe
d that she would think that I was taking her to be charged with a fairy crime. She must think the worst of me. She had to know they brought me here to keep an eye on her, but I’d sworn to never hurt her. She knew that too.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because you are too stubborn to ask for help,” I said. “Now, be honest with me. Did Joey Blankenship hurt you?”

  “No,” she muttered as the tears started to fall again.

  “If he did…” I started, but she interrupted.

  “For the last time, he didn’t!”

  “Alright. Then tell me why you are so upset. I’ve never seen you like this,” I prodded as we pulled in front of her trailer.

  “It’s not important,” she muttered.

  “Sure, it is,” I replied.

  “It’s not,” she said. “Can I please get out now?”

  “This is the last time I will ask, Grace. What is wrong? You can talk to me. We used to be friends,” I said.

  “We were never friends,” she muttered. That cut me to the core.

  “I’m the delusional one then,” I said.

  “I can’t have friends,” she said.

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” she replied.

  “Because of the Sanhedrin?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

  I turned around to look at her through the glass. “I won’t tell. I swear,” I said.

  She shook her head. “My desire for a friend doesn’t outweigh my desire to live,” she said.