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.
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."
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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