Showing posts with label Renee Blare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Renee Blare. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

TO SOAR ON EAGLE'S WINGS - Renee Blare - One Free Book

Bio: 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 the University of Wyoming in Laramie, and she's been counting pills ever since. While writing's her first love, well, after the Lord and 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.
Website: http://www.reneeblare.com/
Group Blog: http://diamondsinfiction.blogspot.com/

Welcome back, Renee. Why do you write the kind of books you do?
I love to read all kinds of Christian fiction from historical to biblical but when I write, it’s as if the Lord pours the story into my brain. What can I say? He seems to like suspense. At least that’s what I tend to find on the page when it’s all over! Of course, there seems to be a little romance and mystery thrown in the mix as well. But above all, His message rings loud and clear, and since I started writing to bring the Christian message to fiction books, I guess that’s what is most important.

Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
I would have to say the day I married my best friend … my husband twenty-six years ago. What a glorious day that was! It was a hot summer day in Casper, Wyoming. In the presence of family and friends, the Lord joined me to the one person who has stood beside me through more than I’d ever dreamed possible. Thank you, Father!

How has being published changed your life?
I’m very busy. I’ve had to learn time management. I don’t know if I learned it well though. I’m still trying to figure that one out. I’ve discovered as a newly published author that marketing and promotion is rather time consuming.

But I not just an author. I’m also a wife, mother, daughter, pharmacist, and, above all, a child of God. So … I pray. A lot. And rely on His strength to get through the tight spots. LOL

What are you reading right now?
Let’s see … Stranded, a novel by Don and Stephanie Prichard and Farewell for a While by Sharon Lavy. I told you! I’m a bit eclectic as a reader.

What is your current work in progress?
I’m currently editing the second book in my Snowy Range series, Through the Raging Waters. A roller coaster of a ride, it’s the story of Paul, the second oldest son of the Fitzgerald clan and Melissa. When I get done with that, I’ll start the beginning stages of writing the third. I’ve already researched it quite a bit. It’s called Awaken the Embers.

What would be your dream vacation?
My dream vacation? I have quite a few crazy thoughts when it comes to “dream” vacations. How about a fishing trip to New Zealand or Alaska? Or a beach front rental in the Bahamas for a week? Or an old castle or ruins tour in the Scottish Highlands? Any of those would be absolutely awesome and a dream come true for me!

How do you choose your settings for each book?
I start with the characters, and story, and the story defines the setting. For example, when I began writing Beast of Stratton, I knew that the character of Miles Stratton was a wounded war veteran. I also knew that he would be a business owner. As the story began to develop, and I formulated the characters into the story, the plot took hold, and the setting fell into place. The Beast of Stratton owned and operated his engineering firm in New York City.

If you could spend an evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?
Billy Graham. Rev. Graham has valiantly spread the gospel to a lost and dying world. When he speaks, people listen. From tent revivals to radio shows, Billy Graham mesmerized many a nation with the message of Christ, and bended the ear of every President of our own from Truman to Obama.

I would love meet this man before he goes home to meet our Father in heaven. If only to say … job well done.

What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading?
Fishing, although my husband would tell you that I spend more time reading than putting a line in the water. NOT TRUE! I love to fish. Picking on my dusty classical guitar or even my husband’s fancy electric one. J Latch hook and cross stitch, although I don’t get to do it much anymore.

What is your most difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
Turning off my internal editor! Especially when I’m penning the first draft. I’m better at it now. It was tough though. I learned a thing or two about editing, and I couldn’t get two sentences on the page without changing something.

Now, I make myself leave it like it reads. Whether it’s misspelled. Or bad grammar. Or just plain bad. It stays. I correct it later. Talk about a major leap for a perfectionist like me! But I did it.

I know people tell us to turn off out internal editor, but I’m an edit as I go writer. So it is okay to do that. What advice would you give to a beginning author?
Keep learning and move on.

If you don’t make the cut, your works not up to snuff, someone makes a derogatory remark, or you get a rejection, don’t sweat it. Don’t get your feelings hurt. Take it with a grain of salt, learn from it, or ignore it, but no matter what … buck up, get to work, and move on.

Tell us about the featured book.
To Soar on Eagle’s Wings launches the Snowy Range Chronicles. The first of a seven-book series, To Soar’s set in a small town in southern Wyoming. Timber Springs is home to the Fitzgerald family. With their father, the local pastor, the Fitzgerald's struggle to come to terms with the unexpected death of their mother while life continues ... on the Snowy Range.
The story follows Rachel and Steve as they meet on Spring Break. Steve’s the new game warden in the area, and Rachel’s a local teacher. Here’s the blurb.

Spring’s in the air. While the sun shines in Timber Springs, snow falls on the Snowy Range, and trouble’s brewing in the meadows. The area’s new game warden, Steve Mitchell launches his first wildlife investigation of the season but the trouble follows him—straight to town.

Rachel Fitzgerald’s on Spring Break. Or at least she’s trying. Between paperwork, and harassing phone calls, she may as well have stayed in her classroom. So much for relaxation. A “chance” meeting with her brother’s old roommate offers her weary soul a shred of hope, but she discovers love, like life, isn’t easy.

He talks with the wisdom of the Lord but rejects the future. She wants to soar with the eagles but walks alone. And trusting God proves to be more of a challenge than ever before …

Please give us the first page of the book
PROLOGUE
A shadow darkened the pages of her book. Shielding her eyes against the late afternoon sun, Rachel followed the bird soaring over lake. She caught her breath as he dove in a sudden display of power and skimmed along the surface, its reflection a shimmering echo. When the eagle climbed back to the heavens, his piercing cry echoed off the white-tipped crags above the high mountain valley.

“What’d I tell ya?”

Her foot vaulted into the air, sending a spray across the water. Rachel peeked over her shoulder and spied her twin brother. He stalked toward the lake, a stranger in tow. She closed her novel with a snap and sighed. He would find me.

Well, she shouldn’t be surprised. After all, today was their sixteenth birthday. She touched her cold ankle with a grimace. Although numb due to its icy bath, the injured joint still appeared puffy. She winced and peeked at the guy with her brother. Now this is embarrassing …

“You ready to head down the mountain? Mom and Dad want to start supper.” Michael propped his hands on his hips and shifted from one foot to the other.

At her twin’s look of expectation, all frustration dissolved. So much like her own, his hair curled around his head. He appeared almost comical. She suppressed a laugh. But when her gaze skimmed over his companion, an unexplainable warmth spread through her.

Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. With her lashes shielding her gaze, Rachel studied his broad shoulders and wavy brown hair. She tore her eyes away from the man and pushed her ankle back into the frigid water with a hiss.

“Rachel?” Michael’s brows sunk low over his eyes. “What are you doing up here anyway? Dad’s not gonna like it.”

She ducked her head. Great. Heat worked up her neck. After rummaging through her backpack a few minutes, she sucked in a deep breath and cleared her throat. The cool mountain breeze blew at her bangs, and she cut her gaze to the stranger. “I love it up here. I can sit and listen to the wind in the trees for hours.”

A low chuckle reached her ears, and she glanced at her brother. A slow smile spread across his face. His shoulder lifted, and he gestured at the pines. “So … what are they saying today?”

“Oh, stop it.” Rachel waved off Mike’s teasing and tipped her head back to track the flight of the golden eagle. “Do you see him? He’s a regular around here. I named him Max. It seemed to fit.”

Michael’s companion bumped him and pointed. “He’s a beautiful bird, that’s for sure.”

A clap shot through the pristine stillness, and Rachel jumped. She glared at her brother when he grinned at her.

“Hey, sis, you met this guy yet?” At the shake of her head, he continued. “This is Steve Mitchell, Paul’s roommate. I guess they’re both gonna be new this semester.”

The University of Wyoming freshman flashed his gorgeous smile, and her cheeks ignited once again. She pressed her palms against her face with a groan. Could she crawl underneath one of these boulders … or push her brother under one?

“Rach? You ready or not?” Michael’s annoyed tone drew her attention away from Steve, and she pulled her foot out of the water.

She bit her lip. “Well, not really.”

“What’d you do now?” The disgust in his voice was palpable.

“Nothing,” she mumbled. Michael’s rough grunt grated along her spine. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. So what if she’d twisted her ankle hiking into the valley? It didn’t matter if she couldn’t—

Rocks and pebbles cascaded down the hill into the lake, and she lifted her head. Steve’s wide shoulders were coming toward her. Snagging her sock, she wiped the water from her toes.

In a flash, Steve hopped the boulders and landed in front of her. “May I?”

“What—no really, it’s fine.” Rachel cradled her injured foot close. When he squatted at her feet, she found herself mere inches from chocolate brown eyes. Oh … does he know how much I love chocolate?

How can readers find you on the Internet?


Thank you, Renee, for sharing this new book with us. I loved reading Beast of Stratton.

Readers, here is a link to the book. By using it when you order, you help support this blog.
To Soar on Eagle's Wings

Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

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Wednesday, March 04, 2015

BEAST OF STRATTON - Renee Blare - One Free Ebook

Welcome, Renee. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
It’s amazing how I sprinkle a little of me into each character, sometimes without even thinking about it. I’m not saying a lot now … but in every person, you’ll find a touch of Renee. Whether it be a whim, a habit … good or bad. After all, I’m not perfect. LOL I did it when I began writing to keep my stories real. It stuck.

What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I’m not actually quirky. I’m a type-A personality. I guess that’s why I’m a pharmacist. I guess I’d have to say the quirkiest thing I’ve ever done is paint a cross on the cars at Cadillac Ranch on Route 66. My husband would say it’s how I bet on the horses at the race track. (I pick the best looking horses and find their numbers on the lists.) He uses statistics. What can I say? I’m a woman at heart.

When did you first discover that you were a writer?
I’ve known I could write since junior high school … around twelve or thirteen. It’s always been my security blanket. In times of trial or stress, I tend to pen my emotions in the form of poetry. As far as novels, that didn’t come until much later. My husband’s the one I give credit for encouraging me to begin that endeavor. About four years ago, he challenged me to write my own when I filled his ears with a ton of complaints when I’d bought a book I didn’t like. The rest is history.

Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
I’m fairly eclectic in my reading choices. I like everything from historical romance to science fiction. I’ll even pick up a paranormal and read it. I’m not too keen on horror. You won’t catch one of those in my library or on my television very often. I love suspense which is probably why I write it, and a good mystery is good to curl up with on the couch. But I have to say … I’m a sucker for a Scottish romance. I always have been. (sigh)

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
The same way I always have, I guess—with lots of prayer. As busy as I am, I can’t start the day without my time with the Lord. The first thing I do is open my Bible and read His word. We have our time together. I share my worries and concerns … listen to what He has to say. Our time’s special. It anchors me for what comes. Some may even get a glimpse of what we talk about every morning because I post a tidbit each day.

How do you choose your characters’ names?
Sometimes the name pops into my head and fits … like a glove. I don’t have to think about it. Other times, I need to dig out my book of baby names and search for the right one. And then there’s those times, nothing works. That’s when I ask people. My husband, my mom, my son, my coworkers, my Facebook friends, my fans … you name it. Eventually, I hear it and it’s like—YES, finally!

I just know when it’s the right one.

What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Our son. It was a challenge to get him into this world. Not only my body, but my marriage came under fire and withstood the inferno. It was a concerted effort but between the both of us, my husband and I, a new life was born.

The Lord taught me a lot during the process. The most important lesson? The child I carried in my body was not just mine, but His. It’s a lesson I took to heart, we both did. Today, he’s a wonderful, godly man.

If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
I would have to say the golden retriever. I love people and never meet a stranger. I’m loyal to a fault. I’m quick to forgive and for me, a little attention goes a long way.

We had a golden retriever when I was in high school. A wonderful dog. What is your favorite food?
My favorite food? New York Style Cheesecake with no topping … well, I like cherry topping, but no cherries. That sounds really quirky. Maybe that should be my quirky thing. LOL I make it from scratch (when I can figure out the oven!) I tried to make one over the holidays this year and it looked awesome. Need I say more?

What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
I would have to say … getting people to take me seriously as a writer. And I’m not talking about my friends and family. I figure they will always see me as a pharmacist until I don’t wear the white jacket anymore. No, I’m talking about fellow writers.

I didn’t join ACFW to get published. I didn’t enter my first Genesis contest to land a contract. I knew I wasn’t a good writer, yet. But I wanted to be.

I soaked in all the knowledge I could from those who were. I took Creative Writing courses. I ignored the destructive remarks and focused on the constructive criticism. I learned. It’s a process I will continue to do as long as I write.

Tell us about the featured book.
Beast of Stratton is a story inspired by the fairy tale, “Beauty and the Beast.” It began in my critique group, Rough Diamond Writers. Each of us chose a different fairy tale and penned a story. I’ve loved this tale since I was a little girl so it came natural to pick it.

Since I write contemporary and suspense, Beast of Stratton took on a more modern flare and the rest is history.

It’s about a young woman’s search for her father. He’s disappeared leaving only a note, a rose, and pendant necklace as clues to his whereabouts. Determined to find him, she sets off to New York and disguises herself as a secretary at his place of employment, Stratton Industrial where the CEO, a wounded war veteran has recently returned from his second tour in Iraq. Her presence and some strange occurrences within his firm pulls him from his reclusive penthouse, and the quest to find her father begins.

I love books based on fairy tales. Please give us the first page of the book.
The hot spray of the shower slapped his back like a whip. Miles Stratton leaned his forehead against the cool tile and rolled his shoulders. He blinked to clear water from his eyes, but steam swirled around him. The world spun and his vision blurred. He leapt back in time—into smoke and pain.

The yoke wrenched against his hands while the rotors groaned above his head. Another missile slammed into the chopper and the tail dropped off, spinning it toward the ground. The acrid smell of burning fuel and blood hung in his nose as he fought to keep the bird in the air.

Icy water snapped him into the present, and he slammed his hand into the wall, his roar echoing around the small cubicle of granite and tile. Enough already. Miles closed his eyes and pushed the memories away.

He dipped under the cold spray one last time before shutting off the water. In his room, he dug around in his bag, tossing wrinkled clothes on the bed. Sooner or later, he’d need to unpack. It’d have to be later.

Clad in old jeans and a t-shirt, he pulled the door open and water dropped on his bare toes. He headed back to the bathroom. After another pass through his wet hair and beard with his towel, he tossed it in the hamper. Pulling a dry one off the shelf, he grabbed a comb and a rubber band.

Banging cupboards greeted him when he walked into the next room. An annoying person was in his kitchen. Again. “Hey, knock it off.”

“Where’s your scotch?” His stepbrother peeked around the corner.

Miles settled on the couch with the towel on his chest and started combing the tangles out of his beard. “Long gone.”

“What?” Ray groaned and tossed his ice into the sink with a clank and joined him in the living room. “You didn’t have to drain it all, dude. Maybe you should back off a little.”

Miles grunted. He hadn’t touched a drop since landing stateside. No, scratch that. The night before his last mission in Iraq. The toast of death—his last drink. His beard clear of snarls, Miles started on his mane. A low growl rumbled when the comb caught a ratted mass of curls. He worked it loose and began again, delving into the thick hair.

Oh, I can hardly wait to read this book. How can readers find you on the Internet?
·        faithwalker007@gmail.com
·        Facebook
·        Twitter
·        Pinterest
·        Tumblr: The  Journey
·        Amazon Author Page
·        Blog: Renee’s Inspirational Moments
Group Blog: The Diamond Mine of Christian Fiction


Welcome, Renee. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
It’s amazing how I sprinkle a little of me into each character, sometimes without even thinking about it. I’m not saying a lot now … but in every person, you’ll find a touch of Renee. Whether it be a whim, a habit … good or bad. After all, I’m not perfect. LOL I did it when I began writing to keep my stories real. It stuck.

What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I’m not actually quirky. I’m a type-A personality. I guess that’s why I’m a pharmacist. I guess I’d have to say the quirkiest thing I’ve ever done is paint a cross on the cars at Cadillac Ranch on Route 66. My husband would say it’s how I bet on the horses at the race track. (I pick the best looking horses and find their numbers on the lists.) He uses statistics. What can I say? I’m a woman at heart.

When did you first discover that you were a writer?
I’ve known I could write since junior high school … around twelve or thirteen. It’s always been my security blanket. In times of trial or stress, I tend to pen my emotions in the form of poetry. As far as novels, that didn’t come until much later. My husband’s the one I give credit for encouraging me to begin that endeavor. About four years ago, he challenged me to write my own when I filled his ears with a ton of complaints when I’d bought a book I didn’t like. The rest is history.

Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
I’m fairly eclectic in my reading choices. I like everything from historical romance to science fiction. I’ll even pick up a paranormal and read it. I’m not too keen on horror. You won’t catch one of those in my library or on my television very often. I love suspense which is probably why I write it, and a good mystery is good to curl up with on the couch. But I have to say … I’m a sucker for a Scottish romance. I always have been. (sigh)

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
The same way I always have, I guess—with lots of prayer. As busy as I am, I can’t start the day without my time with the Lord. The first thing I do is open my Bible and read His word. We have our time together. I share my worries and concerns … listen to what He has to say. Our time’s special. It anchors me for what comes. Some may even get a glimpse of what we talk about every morning because I post a tidbit each day.

How do you choose your characters’ names?
Sometimes the name pops into my head and fits … like a glove. I don’t have to think about it. Other times, I need to dig out my book of baby names and search for the right one. And then there’s those times, nothing works. That’s when I ask people. My husband, my mom, my son, my coworkers, my Facebook friends, my fans … you name it. Eventually, I hear it and it’s like—YES, finally!

I just know when it’s the right one.

What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Our son. It was a challenge to get him into this world. Not only my body, but my marriage came under fire and withstood the inferno. It was a concerted effort but between the both of us, my husband and I, a new life was born.

The Lord taught me a lot during the process. The most important lesson? The child I carried in my body was not just mine, but His. It’s a lesson I took to heart, we both did. Today, he’s a wonderful, godly man.

If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
I would have to say the golden retriever. I love people and never meet a stranger. I’m loyal to a fault. I’m quick to forgive and for me, a little attention goes a long way.

We had a golden retriever when I was in high school. A wonderful dog. What is your favorite food?
My favorite food? New York Style Cheesecake with no topping … well, I like cherry topping, but no cherries. That sounds really quirky. Maybe that should be my quirky thing. LOL I make it from scratch (when I can figure out the oven!) I tried to make one over the holidays this year and it looked awesome. Need I say more?

What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
I would have to say … getting people to take me seriously as a writer. And I’m not talking about my friends and family. I figure they will always see me as a pharmacist until I don’t wear the white jacket anymore. No, I’m talking about fellow writers.

I didn’t join ACFW to get published. I didn’t enter my first Genesis contest to land a contract. I knew I wasn’t a good writer, yet. But I wanted to be.

I soaked in all the knowledge I could from those who were. I took Creative Writing courses. I ignored the destructive remarks and focused on the constructive criticism. I learned. It’s a process I will continue to do as long as I write.

Tell us about the featured book.
Beast of Stratton is a story inspired by the fairy tale, “Beauty and the Beast.” It began in my critique group, Rough Diamond Writers. Each of us chose a different fairy tale and penned a story. I’ve loved this tale since I was a little girl so it came natural to pick it.

Since I write contemporary and suspense, Beast of Stratton took on a more modern flare and the rest is history.

It’s about a young woman’s search for her father. He’s disappeared leaving only a note, a rose, and pendant necklace as clues to his whereabouts. Determined to find him, she sets off to New York and disguises herself as a secretary at his place of employment, Stratton Industrial where the CEO, a wounded war veteran has recently returned from his second tour in Iraq. Her presence and some strange occurrences within his firm pulls him from his reclusive penthouse, and the quest to find her father begins.

I love books based on fairy tales. Please give us the first page of the book.
The hot spray of the shower slapped his back like a whip. Miles Stratton leaned his forehead against the cool tile and rolled his shoulders. He blinked to clear water from his eyes, but steam swirled around him. The world spun and his vision blurred. He leapt back in time—into smoke and pain.

The yoke wrenched against his hands while the rotors groaned above his head. Another missile slammed into the chopper and the tail dropped off, spinning it toward the ground. The acrid smell of burning fuel and blood hung in his nose as he fought to keep the bird in the air.

Icy water snapped him into the present, and he slammed his hand into the wall, his roar echoing around the small cubicle of granite and tile. Enough already. Miles closed his eyes and pushed the memories away.

He dipped under the cold spray one last time before shutting off the water. In his room, he dug around in his bag, tossing wrinkled clothes on the bed. Sooner or later, he’d need to unpack. It’d have to be later.

Clad in old jeans and a t-shirt, he pulled the door open and water dropped on his bare toes. He headed back to the bathroom. After another pass through his wet hair and beard with his towel, he tossed it in the hamper. Pulling a dry one off the shelf, he grabbed a comb and a rubber band.

Banging cupboards greeted him when he walked into the next room. An annoying person was in his kitchen. Again. “Hey, knock it off.”

“Where’s your scotch?” His stepbrother peeked around the corner.

Miles settled on the couch with the towel on his chest and started combing the tangles out of his beard. “Long gone.”

“What?” Ray groaned and tossed his ice into the sink with a clank and joined him in the living room. “You didn’t have to drain it all, dude. Maybe you should back off a little.”

Miles grunted. He hadn’t touched a drop since landing stateside. No, scratch that. The night before his last mission in Iraq. The toast of death—his last drink. His beard clear of snarls, Miles started on his mane. A low growl rumbled when the comb caught a ratted mass of curls. He worked it loose and began again, delving into the thick hair.

Oh, I can hardly wait to read this book. How can readers find you on the Internet?
·        faithwalker007@gmail.com
·        Facebook
·        Twitter
·        Pinterest
·        Tumblr: The  Journey
·        Amazon Author Page
·        Blog: Renee’s Inspirational Moments
Group Blog: The Diamond Mine of Christian Fiction

Thank you, Renee, for sharing this new book with us. I can hardly wait for my copy to arrive. I'm eager to read it. I know my readers are, too.

Readers, here is a link to the book. By using it when you order, you help support this blog.
Beast of Stratton

Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws.

The only notification you’ll receive is the winner post on this blog. So be sure to check back a week from Saturday to see if you won. You will have 4 weeks from the posting of the winners to claim your book.

If you’re reading this on Goodreads, Google+, Feedblitz, Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, or Amazon, please come to the blog to leave your comment if you want to be included in the drawing. Here’s a link:
Http://lenanelsondooley.blogspot.com