Whoaaaaaaa, this one was a doozy, but not for the reasons you think. Yes, it’s by Tiffany Reisz, but the mindfuck here has been restricted to the minimum. I think.
Reisz is gifting us with a treat – The Bourbon Thief is a standalone novel, so once you read it, while you might be hooked on this fine version of whiskey, you won’t get another sip. Well, you can read again, which I’m sure I will, too – but there’s no more fancy booze where this one came from.
I’m going to keep this review short-ish. I can’t even begin to give my take of the plot, and the feels, and there were many feels, are just all over the place still. You can say – and I mean no pun here, swear – that I’m still hung over. Also, I think these are more my kind of bourbon…
Ok, enough beating around the bush. The center of the story is a bottle, the very first bottle of Red Thread bourbon. The bottle brings Paris, a gorgeous dark skinned woman to Cooper McQueen’s doorstep and he ends up getting a story in a bizarre bargain. The story is about one sweet girl, Tamara Maddox of Kentucky. Tamara is in love with the stable boy, Levi Shelby.
The story is about their revenge on the people who were supposed to love them and their love for everything those people hated.
The story is about a forbidden love story that somehow, against all odds, prevails – again, in the most unique take on life and logic.
The story is incredible, compelling, exquisitely written and oddly romantic.
The story is about people with bourbon in their blood and blood on their hands.
I will be honest – there were parts I wished could be sped along, but those were few. There were scenes I found myself reading with my hands over my eyes for fear of the next line. There were parts I wanted to close the book and not read a single word further – because that would mean drama borderlining with angst. But you know what? Those all made it better.
The Bourbon Thief to me was educating, mind-blowingly frustrating (hey we’re liberal, right?), it was a wonderful rollercoaster of bigotry, racism, greed, love, acceptance and friendship. It’s a glorious tale about a bottle of bourbon that starts with rape and ends with a promise for something very good to come.
Thank you to the publisher and NetGalley for a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review
From the internationally celebrated author of the Original Sinners series comes a brand-new tale of betrayal, revenge and a family scandal that bore a 150-year-old mystery
When Cooper McQueen wakes up from a night with a beautiful stranger, it’s to discover he’s been robbed. The only item stolen—a million-dollar bottle of bourbon. The thief, a mysterious woman named Paris, claims the bottle is rightfully hers. After all, the label itself says it’s property of the Maddox family who owned and operated Red Thread Bourbon distillery since the last days of the Civil War until the company went out of business for reasons no one knows… No one except Paris.
In the small hours of a Louisville morning, Paris unspools the lurid tale of Tamara Maddox, heiress to the distillery that became an empire. But the family tree is rooted in tainted soil and has borne rotten fruit. Theirs is a legacy of wealth and power, but also of lies, secrets and sins of omission. The Maddoxes have bourbon in their blood—and blood in their bourbon. Why Paris wants the bottle of Red Thread remains a secret until the truth of her identity is at last revealed, and the century-old vengeance Tamara vowed against her family can finally be completed.