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Release Boost: Grosse Pointe by Natalie Barnes

Title: Grosse Pointe Author: Natalie Barnes Genre: Historical Romance (Prohibition Era); Mafia Romance The year is 1926. Champagne, pistols, and dolls… I am responsible for making sure that the booze flows and the drugs show. If trouble were to birth, all I have to do is whip out me persuaders. Kilkenny bred, New York bound, Detroit laid. This is me story. Brek O’Brien. The blood on me hands cannot lie, for they speak the truth. I’m afraid of God—however… I be not afraid of man. Savages we be. For I keep searching for that light. Then she is bestowed upon me. Gabriella… Me Love. Grosse Pointe Goodreads Read for FREE with KindleUnlimited Amazon US | Amazon Worldwide Ruth Etting- I’m Nobody’s Baby Blackhawk Orchestra- Yes Sir, That’s My Baby Irving Kaufman- Masculine Woman, Feminine Men Natalie Barnes resides in Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula. Born and raised in the Eastern Upper Peninsula, Natalie is a tribal member to Bay Mills Indian Community. Ojibwe na...

Release Blitz: Grosse Pointe by Natalie Barnes

Title: Grosse Pointe Author: Natalie Barnes Genre: Historical Romance (Prohibition Era); Mafia Romance The year is 1926. Champagne, pistols, and dolls… I am responsible for making sure that the booze flows and the drugs show. If trouble were to birth, all I have to do is whip out me persuaders. Kilkenny bred, New York bound, Detroit laid. This is me story. Brek O’Brien. The blood on me hands cannot lie, for they speak the truth. I’m afraid of God—however… I be not afraid of man. Savages we be. For I keep searching for that light. Then she is bestowed upon me. Gabriella… Me Love. Grosse Pointe Goodreads Amazon US | Amazon Worldwide Detroit, Michigan 25 November 1926 Shadows swarm my vision as I try desperately to latch on to light. With the only light bestowing is the thought of her… My ears throb as if they were a hammer, making use with nails that’d be piercing through my skull. Through the holes in my beak seeps in the worn scent of gun powder. The burn r...