Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Renee Blare Releases her Debut Novel, Beast of Stratton!!!

Beast of Stratton
By Renee Blare
Release Date: March 11, 2015 from Prism Book Group
 Romantic Suspense

 Don't miss this new release!!!

Available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other select retail stores.

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.

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 pan 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 chair 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.  Dagging 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 teh handle.  She dropped the rose, and it landed beside her plane ticket next to her wallet.  Before latching her fingers around her bad, she tucked the key under her shirt and out of sight. "Stratton Industrial, here I come."

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 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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  1. Thanks for featuring my book, Peg! You're the best! :)

  2. No problem, Renee! Loved the book!

  3. No problem, Renee! Loved the book!