Meet the Beast of Stratton
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I am pleased to introduce author, Renee Blare, and her recently released romantic suspense novel, Beast of Stratton. The book is now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and your favorite online retailers (Kindle and NOOK only $.99). To learn more about Renee and her new release, please continue reading.
He appears the beast, but she sees his
heart...
Architect Aimee Hart, determined to locate her father, infiltrates Miles Stratton’s engineering firm as a secretary. Her presence wrenches the shaggy, wounded man from his penthouse, and the quest begins.
Betrayed by his best friend, Miles would rather hide than help, especially from the man's daughter. But something's not right. Someone’s trying to destroy Stratton Industrial. A decorated war veteran, he's defended his own before and the Beast of Stratton can do it again.
Even with the enemy at his side.
Architect Aimee Hart, determined to locate her father, infiltrates Miles Stratton’s engineering firm as a secretary. Her presence wrenches the shaggy, wounded man from his penthouse, and the quest begins.
Betrayed by his best friend, Miles would rather hide than help, especially from the man's daughter. But something's not right. Someone’s trying to destroy Stratton Industrial. A decorated war veteran, he's defended his own before and the Beast of Stratton can do it again.
Even with the enemy at his side.
EXCERPT:
Copyright 2015 © Renee Blare
He’d vanished.
She’d called his friends, the family. She’d
even tried her stepmother who’d hung up on her. Well, okay, maybe that wasn’t
the brightest idea.
A red rose rolled across her father’s
tattered note, caught in the breeze from the open window. Sliding the pane
down, she picked up the flower. The words on the page blurred as she buried her
nose in the soft petals.
Instead of saying goodbye to his wife in his
last letter, he’d simply left explicit instructions not to follow him. Aimee
snorted. Like the woman would care. He’d sent it with the rose and an antique
necklace. She held the thick chain aloft and peered at the golden key spinning
in the light. The jewelry had probably cost a fortune.
And her stepmother was nowhere to be found.
Scratch that. According to her, she wanted to be left alone. It didn’t make a
difference to Aimee what the letter said and to whom, she’d follow. A small
smile worked its way to her lips as she fastened the necklace around her
neck.
The zipper stuck on the edge of the suitcase
and she gave it a hard jerk. Dragging the bulging bag off the bed, it hit the
floor with a thunk. She slid her arms into her jacket and looped her purse over
the handle. She dropped the rose, and it landed beside her plane ticket next to
her wallet. Before latching her fingers around her bag, she tucked the key
under her shirt out of sight. “Stratton Industrial, here I come.”
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About the Author:
Renee Blare’s nose has been buried in a book
for as long as she can remember. Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, she started
writing poetry in junior high school and that, as they say, was that. After
having her son, a desire to attend pharmacy school sent her small family to the
awesome town of Laramie. She’s been counting pills ever since. While writing’s
her first love, well, after the Lord and her husband, she also likes to fish
and hunt as well as pick away on her classical guitar.
After a brief detour to Texas, she’s back
home, nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and
ornery cat. Add her son and parents dropping in for a home-cooked meal, and
life’s never dull around her house. She serves the community of northeastern
Wyoming as a pharmacist while penning her stories about struggling Christians
as they travel along the journeys of their lives—keeping things interesting, of
course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her
website, blogs, and social media.
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