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BLUSHING PUBLICATIONS...Current Serialized Books ...a contemporary Western romance with adult content, currently published as monthly chapters until a completed novel at Bethany's Woodshed. Excerpt The French-accented voice had sounded stressed, but feminine, almost melodic, even though she’d basically snapped at him. He was intrigued and annoyed at the same time. “I really need to talk to Mr. LaClaire.” She huffed in clear frustration and yelled to someone evidently not close to her. “Get Papa! The man appears insistent on speaking with him.” A second later she grumbled, “Dammit!” and then promptly repeated what she’d yelled out only in French this time. At least he assumed she’d repeated the same thing. Then she came back to him. “Are you sure I cannot help you? He really did not want to be disturbed right now.” “Are you Aimee LaClaire?” Wade was trying to envision the blond-haired, gangly eight-year-old he’d seen a photograph of this afternoon as a grown up woman. She would be around twenty-six now, six years younger than him. “What if I am?” she countered warily. “I’m your cousin.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair that could stand a good cut. “Unless you didn’t know about me either.” “Ah, the American cowboy. Wade Robertson.” So she did know about him, and probably about his relationship with her family. It seriously pissed him off to be the last to know about this whole messy business. What the hell had his dad been thinking? Keeping something this big, this important a secret all these years? While he was still somewhat lost in his irritation with the situation, she spouted off a long strand of French words to someone who must have entered whatever room she was in. And she didn’t sound happy.
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