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 always…and 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.
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.
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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"Aren't you going to eat?" Matthew asked, his mouth full of his first bite of the gyro.
"Yes," she said placing her napkin in her lap. "My mind was wandering."
"I would think in your line of work that would happen. I mean you're with someone, but they're really not talking back to you, right?"
She turned to him as her heartbeat thudded in her chest. "Why do you say that?"
He stopped mid-bite looking at her as horrified as she must have looked at him. "It was a joke. Your people don't talk to you. It must be lonely," he restated his meaning and observed her.
Readjusting the smile on her face, she nodded. "Right. It's lonely." God, could she seem more spastic in front of the man?
She needed to lighten up. It wasn't as if she were going to sit there and tell the man she could talk to the dead. And, in fact, she'd had great conversations with his grandmother. She knew about the key to the lockbox, the rose bush, the veil, and the pin. If she sat there and told him that, she'd be locked up the next day.
"Yes," she said placing her napkin in her lap. "My mind was wandering."
"I would think in your line of work that would happen. I mean you're with someone, but they're really not talking back to you, right?"
She turned to him as her heartbeat thudded in her chest. "Why do you say that?"
He stopped mid-bite looking at her as horrified as she must have looked at him. "It was a joke. Your people don't talk to you. It must be lonely," he restated his meaning and observed her.
Readjusting the smile on her face, she nodded. "Right. It's lonely." God, could she seem more spastic in front of the man?
She needed to lighten up. It wasn't as if she were going to sit there and tell the man she could talk to the dead. And, in fact, she'd had great conversations with his grandmother. She knew about the key to the lockbox, the rose bush, the veil, and the pin. If she sat there and told him that, she'd be locked up the next day.
