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Maybe it was the injury to his head, but something stirred in him to want to kiss her

Thursday, December 12th, 2019
Chloe Richardson had just landed the biggest client of her career. A promotion was in her future, or so she thought until the handsome Jason Mitchell walked into her office with his gorgeous smile and searing blue eyesand took her job.

 


Losing her job so close to Christmas, Chloes only choice was to go back home to Aubrey Heights, where the Christmas spirit is celebrated in a tourist loving, wonderland. Perhaps she can pull herself together before the new yearbefore her new career search.

However, Jason follows her to Aubrey Heightswith a mission of his own. First he stole her jobnow he wants to steal her heart.

Is the spirit of Christmas alive enough in her to let that happen?

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Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011. Since then she has authored and published over thirty-five books. The married mother of five sons promises romances with a Happily Ever After alwaysand says she can write it because she lives it.

When not immersed in the writing/publishing world, Bernadette Marie and her husband are shuffling their five hockey playing boys around town to practices and games as well as running their family business. She is a lover of a good stout craft beer and might be slightly addicted to chocolate.

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Sundays in an empty office had always been one of Jason’s favorite times. All businessall to himself.
He was a bit of a glutton that way. He liked his work. Early mornings, late at nights, and weekends were when he thrived. During the day he got caught up in watching the masses work. Everyone had a different methoda different style. There was the meeting maker who just loved to organize people into one place at one time. How many meetings had he been to where nothing had been covered? Then there was the one with the day planner in hand who had everything color coordinated. Did they spend more time on highlighting things than they did on the actual events? His favorite was the chaos organized. The people who had papers all over their desk, looked as if they’d been tasered, and yet knew right where everything wasthose were the people he enjoyed the most. They weren’t looking for his approval, they were there to get a job done.
He supposed, in a sense, he was the latter of the organized, however, usually being the supervisor or boss, he had to look like the color-coordinated person. Maybe that was why he liked working when everyone else was gone. He could live in his chaos and no one could see it.
As he went over the list of potential new clients that William had provided him with, he heard the sound of the elevator and a door. Maybe he wasn’t the only person who coveted Sundays in the office.
Pushing back from his desk, he slowly walked to his office door and listened again. Yes, someone was on the floor, and it didn’t sound like housekeeping.
He walked along the corridor flanked with windowed offices and cubicles. His sneakers made no noise on the carpet. There had been no fear that it might be an intruder, as someone would have had to have the key to the elevator to arrive on the floor.
As he turned the corner, he noticed the light in the office closest to the reception area. The office where he’d met Chloe on Friday.
Giving it some thought as he slowly and quietly moved toward her office, he took her as the color-coded type of organizer. Yeah, she was no nonsense and ready to take over the world.
He was glad she was there. It would give them some time to get to know one another. Maybe he could get some insight as to why she’d looked so frazzled when he’d introduced himself as the Account Manager.
Jason turned the corner to her office, a smile at the ready, and friendly conversation lined up in his mind as a stapler flew through the air nailing him right in the forehead.
He stumbled back, hitting one of the walls of a nearby cubicle before falling to the floor with blood dripping in his eye from where he’d collided with the stapler.
“Oh-my-God!”
He heard the trembling voice before he saw the fuzzy image of the woman in yoga pants and an oversized sweat shirt kneeling down in front of him.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She stood, knocking her knee into his side as she tore tissues from a box on a random desk and pressed them to his head. “I never have anyone in here on Sundays. I didn’t know anyone was here. I saw you lurking, and
“I wasn’t lurking.”
“You were lurking.” She sat down next to him on the floor. “I think I should take you to emergency care. You might need stitches.”
“It’ll be a tale for tomorrow, that’s for sure,” he said as he tried to sit up and steady himself. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“Seriously, I’m sorry. I’m all worked up, and I’ve been on the road for hours, I’m a little punchy. Where’s your coat? I’ll take you for stitches.”
Jason’s head pounded, but he couldn’t help but use that smile he’d been saving as he looked up at her.
Her brown hair was tossed up in one of those messy buns, and she had no makeup on. The sweatshirt said Aubrey Heights High School on it, and it had been worn many, many times. She looked much different than the uptight professional he’d met on Friday. Maybe it was the injury to his head, but something stirred in him to want to kiss her.

 

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Seeing the future is a curse that Abigail Weston has carried her entire life

Saturday, March 3rd, 2018
 

 

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011. Since then she has authored and published over thirty books. 

The married mother of five sons promises romances with a Happily Ever After always…and says she can write it because she lives it.
 
 
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Seeing the future is a curse that Abigail Weston has carried her entire life. Knowing how and when someone will be hurt, or the whereabouts of missing people, haunts her enough to move away from the town that no longer trusts her.
When real estate developer Carson Stone meets the intuitive Abigail, he can’t help but feel the connection to her and wonder if love at first sight is possible, especially since they share a passion for old buildings. She believes they all should remain, while he builds new ones in their place.
No matter Abigail’s feelings for Carson, knowing that their future is to be together does not ensure them a happily ever after, especially if she can’t figure out what the other side is trying to show her–because in her visions Carson’s future is dark and cold.

 

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Things would come in dreams, and sometimes, they were just dreams. But when someone touched her, she would sometimes see things so vividly, as she had with Mrs. Winters. She’d been told once, by a psychic her mother had taken her to, that if the person who touched her was open-minded, Abigail would see everything. Someone who was closed off to the world wouldn’t let her see.

From then on, she’d tried never to touch too many people.

Close friends and family knew that if Abigail warned you about something, you took heed, especially after their grandmother’s death.

She knew when relationships weren’t going to work out. Or even when a customer was going to walk in the door and cause her day to go badly. It wasn’t ideal, but she could deal with it.

The reason she’d moved to Golden and opened the small tea house with her cousin was to get out of the small town she’d grown up in. Her gift had become a nuisance and there were a few times she feared for her own safety.

Since she’d moved, she hadn’t had as many premonitions. That in itself was a gift as far as she was concerned. But once in a while, they still happened, just as they had today.

She didn’t want to know that the woman she’d served today was going to become ill after her birthday. Her time was limited. Mrs. Winters would succumb to Alzheimers, and she was already becoming forgetful. It broke her heart into a million pieces, because she’d found she very much enjoyed the woman. Perhaps the blessing would be if the woman never came back into the store, and neither did the man. But then that was a problem too. He was part of that premonition.

“So did you get some vibe on the old woman?” Clare asked as she turned to seal the container she’d made the egg salad in.

“Yeah. She’s going to become very ill this next year. She probably won’t make it through the spring.”

“That sucks,” Clare let out a deflated breath. “I’d be wigging out too if I knew that was going to happen to someone. Even if they’re old.”

Abigail nodded as she set the tea pot on the shelf. “There was already some sadness that loomed between them. They had a history.”

“Grandmother. Grandson.”

“Maybe. I guess I’ll find out.” Abigail sat on the stool that Clare used by the prep table.

“Why do you say that?”

Abigail felt her face flush with heat and her heart began to beat a rapid rhythm in her chest. She wiped her damp palms on her apron before she looked up to see Clare’s concerned face.

“Because that was the man I’m going to marry.”

 

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Lacy Pratt, have to find their killer before it marks her as a target

Saturday, October 21st, 2017
Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011. Since then she has authored and published over thirty books. The married mother of five sons promises romances with a Happily Ever After
always…and says she can write it because she lives it.
 
 
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Someone has decided to become the moral compass for the women in town, and now they’re turning up dead. It will be up to Detective Lacy Pratt to find their killer before her relationship with Declan Matthews, brother to one of the victims,
marks her as a target.
 
 

 

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Shadows darkened the path. Branches hovered above him, some with
lingering leaves, others bare.
“Taking a stroll, Matthews?” Lacy’s voice cut through the quiet.
He turned to see her walking toward him, her hands in the pockets
of her black jacket.
“Trying to clear my head.”
“And this is where you chose?” she asked as she came to stand next
to him.
“I have more good memories here than bad ones.”
A smile formed on her lips, though it didn’t match her eyes, which
were dark and tired. “I assume when you grew up here, there weren’t as many
people on this path running.”
He shook his head. “Lot more trees, less traffic. It was
secluded.”
Reaching her hand out to him, she touched his arm. “I remember.”
Declan slid a glance to her hand. “What a time, huh?”
She moved her hand down until it gripped his. “You might not
believe it, but I think of it fondly. It was hard to settle in here, to move on
from what happened to my family. You helped me settle, Matthews.”

 

He felt that unraveling feeling move over him again, with her hand
holding his. Perhaps that’s what caused him to pull her to him, embracing her
tightly as he warded off the rush of pain that attacked him.
 
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Always the bridal consultant, never the bride

Wednesday, February 10th, 2016
Always the bridal consultant, never the bride. That was former bad girl gone business professional, Pearl Walker‘s life until she put her hands on Tyson Morgan while measuring him for a tux.
Tyson was happy being a miserable man, taking care of his family’s land, and not involved with a woman. However, even he can’t resist the pull of attraction to the beautiful, and off limits, Pearl?
The feud between the Walkers and the Morgans had torn apart friends and families for generations. What might happen when Pearl Walker and Tyson Morgan become business partners—and more?
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Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.
An avid reader she loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and
she always promises Happily Ever After.

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WALKER BRIDE ~ EXCERPT 2

It had been worth inviting herself to tag along just to see Tyson’s expression, Pearl thought. Okay, she might have made his experience getting fitted for a tux a little too intimate. He didn’t know it wasn’t the norm and in no way did she violate him at all. She was just having some fun.

Tyson Morgan had always been a mystery to her. Of course, he was the older brother of her friend Lydia and he was off limits to any Walker to get to know. That feud between her father, grandfather and uncle with his grandfather had simply been ego—or pride. Pearl couldn’t have been more surprised when it came out that Tyson was, actually, her cousin Eric’s half-brother. That only made him more intriguing–shrouded in mystery and Pearl liked a mystery.

She also liked tall, muscular men who wore boots and ball caps. It didn’t hurt anything that he was twelve years older too. She liked them a little more seasoned than herself though she was no prude.

Pearl gave herself one last look in the mirror that hung over the sink in the back room. Fetching her lipstick out of her purse, she slid it over her lips, then pressed them together. She looked like a million bucks, she thought. Oh, she’d come a long way from the heavy eyeliner, ear piercings, and black hair. She had her mother’s blonde hair. Desecrating it with jet black color had made her skin so pale she nearly looked dead had pissed her parents off. Of course, that had been the point.

Heavy metal had blared from her stereo, and there was always a stash of stolen alcohol in the bottom of her closet. Not to mention she’d spent all of her money on fancy clove cigarettes.

That made her laugh. Now she drank champagne and nibbled on chocolate-covered strawberries with clients. The salon had a standing appointment for her hair and nails. Over the years, she’d become a fashionable and significant member of society.

Still, there was a little deviousness inside of her, and it had come out when that sexy Tyson Morgan walked in her door and she’d draped the measuring tape across his broad shoulders. Work had taken over her life lately. Especially now with so many people in her family getting married. It was time to let her hair down and have some fun. And it seemed as though her body was itching to have fun with Tyson. All she had to do was make her move and make him hers.

 

WALKER BRIDE ~ EXCERPT 3

“To a Friday afternoon full of promise,” she said.

“What kind of promise?”

She licked her lips again. “I don’t know. Let’s drink and find out.”

Pearl tapped her glass to his and then drank. She’d taken at least two or three sips before he realized he still had his glass in the air and was watching her. Oh, hell, he might as well enjoy this very awkward afternoon. God knew he wasn’t coming to town again for a very long time. And it had been a long time since a woman seemed to throw herself in his path. What wasn’t to enjoy about that? Except that this wasn’t just some woman. This was Pearl Walker, daughter of Byron Walker. The man had little morals and caused everyone in his wake more problems than necessary. But watching her pick up her sandwich and take a bite,nearly did him in. Tyson sipped his beer as he watched her, and he was fairly sure he knew what kind of promise she was offering. What man couldn’t see that?

The true choice would be whether he wanted to get involved in such a thing. This was his half-brother’s cousin. Wasn’t that a little too close to family? He thought again. Really—no—they weren’t related at all, but he was at least ten years older than she was. He didn’t need that headache

either; he thought as he took another sip.

 

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