Bestselling writer Beatriz Williams brings with each other two generations of women of all ages inside a Greenwich Village apartment—a flapper hiding an remarkable past, and a modern-day Manhattanite compelled to get started her lifetime anew.
When she discovers her banker husband has been harboring a solution lifetime, Ella Gilbert escapes their smooth SoHo loft for a studio in a quaint setting up in Greenwich Village. But her new refuge just isn’t very what it appears. Her charismatic musician neighbor, Hector, warns her to remain out of the basement after midnight, when a symphony of mysterious sounds strikes up—laughter, clinking glasses, jazz piano, the occasional bloodcurdling scream—even however it can be stood empty for a long time. Back again in the Roaring Twenties, the setting up hosted a person of the city’s most infamous speakeasies.
In 1924, Geneva “Gin” Kelly, a speedy-witted flapper from the hills of western Maryland, is a normal at this Village hideaway regarded as the Christopher Club. Caught up in a raid, Gin lands in the business of Prohibition enforcement agent Oliver Anson, who persuades her to enable him capture her stepfather, Duke Kelly, a person of Appalachia’s most infamous bootleggers.
Sired by a rich New York scion who deserted her showgirl mom, Gin is nobody’s idiot. She strikes a dangerous deal with the taciturn, straight-arrow Revenue agent, even however her on-once again, off-once again Princeton beau, Billy Marshall, wishes to make an genuine female of her and recover the legacy of her hardscrabble childhood. Gin’s alliance with Anson rattles Manhattan society, exposing sins that shock even this free of charge-spirited redhead—sins that echo from the canyons of Wall Road to the mountain hollers of her hometown.
As Ella unravels the unusual heritage of the building—and the spouse and children thread that connects her to Geneva Kelly—she senses the Jazz Age spirit of her incandescent predecessor invading her have shy mother nature, in strategies that will completely transform her lifetime in the wicked metropolis. . .