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We are in for a treat today, friends! Author Renee Blare has shared an intriguing interview with her main character, as well as an excerpt from her newly released novel, Beast of Stratton. Once she’s whet your appetite, she’ll also be giving away a copy to one of you! If you can’t wait for the giveaway to end, you can use the links to pick up a copy of your own.
First, let’s meet Aimee.
Reporter: Hello Aimee, thanks for meeting me. Could you tell us a little about yourself?
Aimee (sitting next to her on the bench): There really isn’t that much to tell. I like to think I’m a simple person who helps people.
Reporter: I’ve heard you’re a very talented architect, but that you usually don’t work inNew York. What are you doing in the big city?
Aimee: That’s true. But I have some unexpected time off. I’d planned to spend the time seeing the sights around town with my father. However, there’s been a slight change in plans.
Reporter: Does it have anything to do with your father’s employer, Stratton Industrial? We’ve heard reports the CEO, Miles Stratton has returned from his second tour in Iraq, but he hasn’t appeared in any of his old jaunts.
Aimee: I wouldn’t know about Miles Stratton. As far as that man’s concerned, I’m nothing but a picture he may have seen in an employee’s wallet. If that…
Reporter: We’ve also discovered he’s suffering from wounds sustained overseas. Do you know anything about those?
Aimee: Like I said, I don’t know. If he has, I haven’t seen him…yet.
Reporter: Mmm…I’ve heard a new blonde’s working in the secretarial pool. Would that be you?
Aimee (rising): I need to go. Your city’s very beautiful, especially at night. I love the lights. I really hope I see more before I have to go home.
Reporter: Aimee, wait…be careful. A lot happened while Miles Stratton was away. He hasn’t a clue what’s happening. The best thing for you to do is…go home. Now.
Aimee: Thanks, but I’ll go home when I find my father.
Reporter: (sighs as the blonde marches into Stratton Industrial’s tall glass building.) I hope you can…
If that didn’t stir up your curiosity, here’s a quick peek inside the story!
Copyright 2015 © Renee Blare
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.”
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.
He’s been betrayed by his best friend. Miles would rather hide than help, especially his daughter. But it isnt over. Someone’s trying to destroy Stratton Industrial. A war veteran, he knows how to defend his own, the Beast of Stratton can do it again.
Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, Renee 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 Laramie and 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.
Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she serves the community of northeastern Wyoming as a pharmacist and pens her Christian stories, keeping them interesting with action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.
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Would you like to win a copy of Beast of Stratton? Renee is offering the winner’s choice of a signed paperback copy (US addresses only, please) or an ecopy (anywhere in the world). To enter, use the Rafflecopter below: