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Grace, she chose you in death, and that’s a lot longer than life…

Wednesday, February 5th, 2020

 

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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Everyone deserves one last goodbye.


As far back as Grace Carter could remember, she’d been able to communicate with the deceased. Of course, working in her family’s mortuary put her in constant contact with those who had crossed over, if she didn’t take steps to block them out, which she preferred to do. However, some spirits are stronger than others…

 

 
Nora Campbell had nearly been ready to die, but she still had some unfinished business. From the other side, she found the woman she wanted her grandson to fall in love with, and she put her matchmaking plan in motion. Nora was insistent that Grace get a message to her grandson, TV reporter Matthew Campbell, and together they could pass on the last goodbyes of those who had passed.
 

 

Only now Grace must convince Matthew she is in touch with his grandmother and not some crazy woman who spends all her time with the deceased.

 

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When she looked out over her yard, she saw Matthew, shovel in hand, cursing at a rose bush he was planting in her tiny garden.
Joy bubbled in her chest as she leaned out over the railing.
“What are you doing? I thought you were at a funeral.”
He looked up at her and wiped the back of his hand over his brow. “Funerals are depressing. Especially that one. I gave my condolences and left as quickly as I could.”
“And now what are you doing?”
“Well, come see,” he said and flashed her a smile that radiated up to her.
Grace hurried down the steps toward Matthew.
“Grandma wanted you to have a rosebush too.” He held out his hand as if to show her the bush. “Now you have your very own Nora Campbell roses.”
She felt the tears sting her eyes, and her words jumbled in her throat. For a moment she could only stand and admire the beauty that had been planted in her yard.
“I am truly honored.”
“You should be. She thinks the world of you.”
That made her giggle. “How do you know that?”
“Because my grandmother was a good judge of character. She chose people to be in her life only if they would matter throughout it. Grace, she chose you in death, and that’s a lot longer than life.”
Grace pressed her hand to her chest. “Matthew, that was very sweet.”

 

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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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