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ATDrake · 07-01-2012, 08:49 AM

The Brat by Gil Brewer is some kind of vintage pulp noir/crime fiction (I wish Prologue would put up a descriptive blurb as well as an "atmospheric" one), originally out as #708 in the Gold Medal line from Fawcett in 1957 and now e-published and free for the next week courtesy of Adams Media's sibling imprint Prologue Books.

Free @ B&N and Amazon (available to Canadians & in the UK).

Amazingly, this is another book I don't already have from the giant 99 cent Prologue sale a couple of months back.

Description
She looked at the rotting, sun-blasted shack, the one room where they all lived, slept, made love, died. Looked at the dusty lawn where no grass grew. At the steaming swamp, at her tobacco-spitting mother. Saw the sly, lustful eyes of her father’s friends. Then she looked at her own lush beauty. Get me out of here, she prayed. Oh, please get me out of here! I’ll pay any price.

07-01-2012, 08:49 AM	#1
ATDrake Wizzard Posts: 11,517 Karma: 33048258 Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Roundworld Device: Kindle 2 International, Sony PRS-T1, BlackBerry PlayBook, Acer Iconia	Free (nook/Kindle) The Brat by Gil Brewer [Vintage Pulp Crime Fiction] The Brat by Gil Brewer is some kind of vintage pulp noir/crime fiction (I wish Prologue would put up a descriptive blurb as well as an "atmospheric" one), originally out as #708 in the Gold Medal line from Fawcett in 1957 and now e-published and free for the next week courtesy of Adams Media's sibling imprint Prologue Books. Free @ B&N and Amazon (available to Canadians & in the UK). Amazingly, this is another book I don't already have from the giant 99 cent Prologue sale a couple of months back. Description She looked at the rotting, sun-blasted shack, the one room where they all lived, slept, made love, died. Looked at the dusty lawn where no grass grew. At the steaming swamp, at her tobacco-spitting mother. Saw the sly, lustful eyes of her father’s friends. Then she looked at her own lush beauty. Get me out of here, she prayed. Oh, please get me out of here! I’ll pay any price.