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He appears the beast, she sees the man.
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.
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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.”
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
and pens her stories about struggling Christians as they travel along
the journeys of their lives—meanwhile keeping things interesting with
some action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers
and invites you check her website, blog, and social media.
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