Could I possibly be more excited than to finally have the release day for Lost and Found? This book is the fifth in the well received, Bestselling series, The Keller Family Series.
In Lost and Found we travel 20 years from the last book and follow Eduardo (Ed) Keller, the eldest son of Carlos and Madeline Keller. He's sitting high in the VP chair of Benson, Benson, and Hart and wouldn't you know it, a woman bumps into his life. History repeating itself?
I hope you all enjoy book 5! I know I have received such an outpouring of love for this family it is incredible. I appreciate all of you who have let me know what these characters mean to you.
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Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: May 9, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-54-7 ISBN 10:1-939217-54-7
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-53-0 ISBN 10:1-939217-53-9
Lost and Found
Darcy McCary came to
Nashville with some big expectations--to find her birth parents. She had no
plans of making a life in Tennessee. But when her sources lead her to Eduardo
Keller, her heart took over, and plans changed.
Eduardo Keller is a
man who goes after what he wants and he doesn't have time for playing games.
Darcy is exactly the woman he's been looking for to assist him in business and
be his partner in life.
Because he loves Darcy, Ed promises to help her
find the answers she seeks. What he doesn't know is that if Darcy finds the
secret to her past it might mend her curiosity; however, it might also tear
apart a branch of the Keller family.
Enjoy an Excerpt from Lost and Found, book 5 in the Keller Family Series
Ed Keller leaned
back in his chair and kicked his feet up on his desk. The view from his office
would never cease to amaze him. The view from his uncle’s office was much more
spectacular, but he had no reason to complain.
Who would have
thought, nearly twenty years ago when he’d asked for an after-school job to
afford a limo ride to take a girl to prom, that he’d end up with the title Vice
President on his business cards.
He laughed. He
couldn’t even think of the girl’s name that had squeezed at his heart. She’d
been older. That he remembered. But he’d never done well with older women.
Now he sat atop an
empire that his uncle’s grandfather had started and his uncle’s father had
carried on. But it was Zach Benson who made it what it was today.
Benson, Benson, and
Hart built big—built on time—and built under budget. Nothing had changed.
Ed didn’t have a
foreman like Zach had. His other uncle, John Forrester, had been the best
foreman any company could have asked for. A loyal employee until Ed’s Aunt
Arianna made him retire only two years earlier. But another would come along.
Right now he had to focus on a new assistant.
Interviewing people
for a position shouldn’t be an issue. He’d been doing it for years. But a
personal assistant had to be in your business, and he didn’t like that.
He’d fought it for
years. Temps were good. They came, did the work, and left. He figured it was kind
of like dating the wrong girl. There weren’t any he wanted to spend his life
with.
Perhaps his
expectations were too high. After all, his Aunt Regan had been Zach’s
assistant. They’d been married nearly twenty-five years, and she still took
care of him. It wouldn’t be long before Tyler and Spencer, their sons, would be
sitting in Ed’s seat.
Ed dropped his feet
to the floor and pushed up from his chair. When the time was right, he’d find
the assistant of his dreams. He’d given up on the woman of his dreams, so an assistant
would have to do.
He walked to the
elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby. There was a Starbucks
there now, and he’d grown very fond of caramel lattes, thanks to his Aunt
Arianna, though he didn’t go for the skinny version. His Uncle John would say
it was a bit too frilly a drink for a man in the construction business. His Uncle
Zach, on the other hand, would argue that it was a good stress reliever.
Ed laughed at
himself. What an eclectic bunch of people he had in his family. And even
without them there with him, he still enjoyed them.
The gathering of the
masses in the Starbucks also entertained him, almost as much as the thoughts of
his family and their differences.
Ed ordered his drink
and stood at the counter waiting for it to be handed to him.
As he looked around
the store, he mentally spotted and named each kind of person. There was the
tourist, the executive, and the assistant. There was a couple, obviously just
downtown for the day and…hmmm, one that stumped him.
She was
professional, probably interviewing by the way she was dressed, but she wasn’t
comfortable with the big building and the mass of people. She was using
Starbucks as a common ground, something familiar, to ease her nerves.
He listened as she
ordered her drink—decaf and nonfat. What fun was in that, he wondered.
She tucked her
change back into her purse, walked to the end of the counter, and stood behind
Ed to wait for her drink.
Flowery perfume
filled his nose. She had a sweet side.
The lady behind the
counter handed Ed his iced caramel latte. He turned to leave and, he’d say so
himself, that was when things got interesting.
The woman who had
been standing behind him, searching in her bag for something, looked up just as
Ed turned around. She shifted to move out of his way, but instead she moved
right into him.
Ed’s hands slipped
from the condensation on the cup, and the entire, cold drink poured down the
front of the woman.
She let out a
stifled scream, and her hands went into the air. “Oh-my-God!”
“I’m very sorry.”
Ed turned toward the
counter and grabbed a handful of napkins. He would have helped to mop up her
clothes, but he noticed that the white, silk shirt clung to her and decided it
just wasn’t a good idea to try.
“Look what you did!”
She ripped the napkins from his hand and began to blot away the coffee, which
had already stained the shirt.
“Sorry, but I think
you ran into me.”
She snapped her head
up again. “Oh, men. You’re not always right, you know. Sometimes you do make
mistakes.”
Not only was she not
as sweet as her flowery perfume, she was jaded. Bad news.
“Again, I’m very
sorry. How can I help you?” He turned and reached for more napkins, but when
she pulled them from his hand, he noticed she was crying.
“I think you’ve done
enough.”
“I still think I can
help in some way.”
“Listen. My suit is
ruined. This is the only one I have. I was searching for a job, and I can’t do
that now. I can’t hand out resumes looking like this.”
Ed watched as the
woman continued to wipe off her blouse, but to no avail. It was ruined, but he
still wasn’t going to take the blame.
“Are you looking for
a job in this building?”
She let out a grunt.
“Why else would I be here?”
“I was just asking.
I know most of the businesses in the building. Perhaps I can help you out.”
The woman pursed her
lips. “I don’t need your charity.”
“It’s not charity.
You seem to be in need of a job, and I’m sure I can help you find one.”
“What, do you own
this place?” She waved her arms in the air.
“Let me see your
resume.”
The woman stared at
him as if he’d lost his mind. That wasn’t new. You didn’t run a multi-million
dollar company in your mid-thirties without people giving you a shifty eye.
Her coffee was set
on the counter. He moved in to grab it, but she moved quicker. “I’ll get this.
I can’t afford to waste a sip of this. It’s my breakfast and lunch.”
She picked up the
coffee and moved to a table where she set down the cup and pulled a resume from
her bag. She handed it to Ed. “Here it is. I hate to say it, but I’m desperate.
If I don’t find a job in three days, I have to go home.”
“Why? Does that suit
turn back into a pumpkin and your glass slipper breaks?”
“Have you ever been
desperate for anything in your life?”
He didn’t have
anything to say. The only desperate thing he’d ever done was ask his uncle for
a job at fifteen so he could get that limo to prom. Look where it landed him
twenty years later. She was right. He’d never been desperate for anything.
“How do you feel about
assistant work for a commercial builder?”
“You actually know
of a job?”
“I actually know of
a job.” He folded her resume and tucked it into his pocket. “Ed Keller is an
executive at Benson, Benson, and Hart. He needs an assistant.”
Her face went pale,
and her lips parted. This reaction went beyond her reaction to his spilling his
drink on her. “That was the business I was going to leave my resume with.”
“You’re into
architecture?”
He watched as she
swallowed hard, but the color hadn’t returned to her cheeks yet. “Not exactly,
but you think you can get me in there?”
“I’m sure I can.”
She nodded and
picked up her coffee. “You don’t think Mr. Keller will mind my attire?”
Ed smiled. “I
guarantee he will be fine. Your resume is impressive. I’m sure that he’d
understand that accidents happen.”
She nodded again,
nervously. “I’m still mad that you ruined my suit.”
“And I’m sorry that
you bumped into me. But if you’ll come with me, I’ll get you a job. And, if
you’re hungry for lunch later, there is a hot dog cart out back. I’d love to
buy you some lunch.”
Darcy watched the
elevator doors close. She was alone with the man who had ruined her day, but also
had offered her an opportunity. She was scared to death.
She’d planned this
day for so long. Now she was in the building, and she was headed to the company
offices of Benson, Benson, and Hart.
Her heart pounded in
her chest. She hadn’t expected this. It was in her plans, but as the doors
opened to the floor and the name was before her on the wall in big, shiny
letters, she thought she might just throw up.
She only knew one
thing about herself—her past—and it had led her to Benson, Benson, and Hart.
She’d planned to attempt to, at least, get in the door since all the other jobs
she’d applied for had fallen through. The journey to find out about herself
wasn’t supposed to drop her in the office where she knew her all her answers
would lie. This was supposed to be months down the road when she’d had time to
explore more about herself and where she’d come from. Now what?
The man exited the
elevator and looked at her. “Are you coming?”
“I seem to be very
nervous.”
He reached for her
hand and pulled her gently from the elevator. He took off his suit coat and
draped it over her shoulders. It was a courteous move to hide the huge stain on
her blouse, which she knew she’d caused because she wasn’t paying attention,
but she still wasn’t going to let him think he didn’t do it. Men would use you
if you weren’t careful.
The man led her to
an office, and the name on the door read EDUARDO KELLER. She sucked in a breath
as he opened the door and walked in.
“Have a seat.” He
pointed to the chairs in front of the desk.
Darcy took a seat,
set her bag to the side, and then slid her arms through the sleeves of the
jacket he’d draped on her. She probably looked ridiculous. He was at least six
feet tall and broad shouldered. She wasn’t very tall at all, and she didn’t
even come close to filling out the jacket.
The man sat behind
the desk and turned on the computer monitor.
“Should you be doing
that?” she asked.
“I need to find the
application information to fill out for the human resource department.”
“You’re going to
fill it out?”
“I usually do when
I’m hiring people.”
She looked around
the office. Eduardo Keller had no personal affects. The man must be all
business.
“Why are you doing
the hiring?”
The man stopped what
he was doing. He folded his hands on the top of the desk and gazed at her with
dark brown eyes.
“Because I’m Ed
Keller.”
Ed had seen his
share of angry women in his life. When this woman’s face turned the color of
Santa’s suit, he knew he’d crossed the line.
She stood from the
chair and grabbed her bag. “Do you think this is funny? You’re messing with my
life.”
“Whoa.” He stood
from his seat. “Calm down.”
“Calm down? I will
not calm down.”
“I’ve seen your
resume. You’re very qualified for the position I need to fill, and I’d like to
help you.”
“Help me?” She
lifted the bag onto her shoulder. “Help me? Why would you want to do that?
You’re just some stuck-up executive who can play with people, like spilling
coffee on a woman to get her into your office. Is this what you do here?”
Ed planted his hands
firmly on his desk and looked at her. “You told me you had three days to find a
job. You told me I ruined all your chances by messing up your blouse. So you
can either hear me out, or you can leave here with your stained clothing, your
wrinkled resume, and your bad attitude and find a job.”
The woman sucked in
a breath and let it out slowly. “What is the job?”
“Executive
assistant.”
“To you?”
“Yes.”
Her shoulders
dropped, and she bit her bottom lip. She was contemplating, but he didn’t know,
in his own heart, which way he wanted her to go now. It was very likely he’d
just made a big mistake offering it to her if she was so volatile.
The woman set her
bag back on the ground and extended her hand to him. “Darcy McCary, your new
assistant.”
Darcy studied
Eduardo Keller as he shook her hand. Was he happy? Mad? Oh, he’d been messing
with her, and now she really felt stupid. But she needed the job, and he was
right—she was very qualified. She needed to find an apartment and establish
some savings. Private investigators hadn’t been cheap, and she couldn’t tell
her father that she’d hired them.
She had a debt to
pay and a life to understand—her life.
Darcy McCary was in Tennessee
to find her birth mother, and the investigator told her that all ties led to Nashville
and to Benson, Benson, and Hart
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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 began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
In 2012 Bernadette Marie found herself on the bestsellers
lists of iTunes and Amazon to name a few. Her office wall is lined with
colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the
very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.
Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to
their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a
second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys most,
the works of Nora Roberts, Karen White, Megan Hart, and Gretchen Galway to name
a few. She loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and
she always promises Happily Ever After.
