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by Melody Anne




  Unexpected Treasure

  The Lost Andersons – Book One

  Billionaire Bachelors Continued

  By Melody Anne

  Copyright © 2013 Melody Anne

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Printed and published in the United States of America.

  Published by Gossamer Publishing Company

  Editing by Nicole and Alison

  Cover art by Trevino Creative

  Salt Lake City, Utah

  For creative purposes, the author has taken the liberty of altering California's smoking laws in this book. She understands that the laws changed in the mid- to late 1990s, and she hopes that none of her readers will rush out to Santa Catalina Island and light up at a bar.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Note from the Author

  Books by Melody Anne

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Tycoon’s Revenge – Book One – Baby for the Billionaire

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Cindy Flory. Without you, the lost Andersons would have never been found. Thank you for sharing your dream with me, for trusting me to make it into a story, and having the faith that I would do it right. I truly hope you like this next chapter in the Anderson family’s story. May you and your family continue to dream big.

  Note from the Author

  The Andersons are back, and I’m so happy about that. I’ve missed Joseph and George and all their meddling. I don’t know how many people know this, but The Lost Andersons came about because one of my fans, Cindy Flory, had a dream that Joseph and George were sitting around the table when they saw a newspaper article with a picture of a man who looked just like them.

  She took the time, wrote her dream down and sent it to me, and I was inspired. I was so completely impressed. Most of the prologue is from her dream. I made a couple of changes, but not a lot. I loved her dream from beginning to end. That is why you now have Richard, whom I hope you will love as much as you’ve loved Joseph and George.

  If you haven’t read about the Andersons yet, you can start here — no background reading is required. But you shouldn’t miss out on the rest of this boisterous family. The story all begins with Joseph Anderson, who wants his children married and producing children. The first book in the series is free on all e-book sites if you want to give it a try.

  Thank you to all of those who make my job so wonderful: my brother-in-law, Jeff, who is the world’s best assistant and helps me out seven days a week; my designer and editor, Nikki, who deals with my crazy 2 a.m. demands; my newest editor, Alison, who is a genius and is now going through my entire collection; my sister Patsy, who is always willing to give me a hand; my Aunt Linda, who keeps my house from falling apart; Ray White, who gave my daughter an amazing graduation party so that I could still write and not feel like the world’s worst mother; my children, whom I do all of this for. I don’t say it enough, but my husband, who will give me foot rubs for no reason at all, hold me when I need to cry, cook for me at midnight, and tell me to put the laptop away so he can hold me. And a big thank-you always, always, always, my fans!! I love you!!

  Writing takes a team, and I am the luckiest woman in the world to have a very supportive group of friends, family, and fans around me to make sure I am able to do what I love so much.

  I hope you enjoy and love The Lost Andersons!!

  Melody Anne

  Books by Melody Anne

  BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS

  *The Billionaire Wins the Game

  *The Billionaire’s Dance

  *The Billionaire Falls

  *The Billionaire’s Marriage Proposal

  *Blackmailing the Billionaire

  *Runaway Heiress

  *The Billionaire’s Final Stand

  **Billionaire Bachelors – Volume One (First three Anderson Books combined for lower price)

  **Billionaire Bachelors – Volume Two (Last Four Anderson Books combined for lower price)

  The Lost Andersons – Billionaire Bachelors Continued

  *Unexpected Treasure – Book One – June 2013

  *Hidden Treasure – Book Two – November 2013

  *Priceless Treasure – Book Three – March 2014

  *Unrealized Treasure – Book Four – June 2014

  *Wanted Treasure– Book Five – August 2014

  BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

  +The Tycoon’s Revenge

  +The Tycoon’s Vacation

  +The Tycoon’s Proposal

  +The Tycoon’s Secret

  +The Lost Tycoon – May 2014

  ++Baby for the Billionaire – (First Three Books Combined for a Lower Price)

  RISE OF THE DARK ANGEL

  -Midnight Fire – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book One

  -Midnight Moon – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Two

  -Midnight Storm – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Three

  -Midnight Rising – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Four – December 2013

  Surrender

  =Surrender – Book One

  =Submit – Book Two

  =Seduced – Book Three – September 2013

  =Scorched – Book Four – Jan 2014

  Prologue

  “I can’t believe the way the grandchildren are growing like weeds. Little Jasmine is already fifteen, and boy, is she a beauty,” Joseph said.

  Sitting on the back deck with the morning sun streaming down upon them, Joseph and his brother George were enjoying light breakfast pastries and coffee while catching up on news about the kids and their week.

  “I know, Brother. Little Molly is ten years old now. It feels like it was only yesterday that Trenton was fighting tooth and nail not to get married and settle down, and now he and Jennifer have a beautiful family with two kids. Not to mention their rowdy dog, Scooter, and feisty cat, Ginger.”

  “Don’t forget that dang goose. Last time I was there, the rascal got me right in the tush. I need to take my hunting rifle with me the next time that I visit,” Joseph threatened.

  “If you’d just bring him some cracked corn like I do, he wouldn’t chase after you,” George said, not even attempting to hide his amusement.

  “I’m not br
ibing a damn bird, and I’m certainly not running from one!”

  “Ah, simmer down, Brother. I have a feeling the goose won’t be the end of you — it’s not as if you have a fundamental problem here, and you haven’t hit bottom. So forget that cheeky critter and put the incident behind you” he guffawed, gleeful at making Joseph the butt of his joke. He tended to go a lot over the top when he found something so amusing.

  Joseph mumbled something very unbrotherly under his breath, but he let go of his wrath against both George and the animals at his nephew’s home. He had far more important issues to discuss, such as what they were going to eat that night.

  “What are the plans for today?” George asked. “With Katherine and Esther out shopping, we can sneak away. I’m sick of golfing. Why don’t we race go-karts again? That was a thrill.”

  “I think you’re trying to kill me off, George. You slammed me against the wall the last time we went,” Joseph huffed.

  “You’re acting like an old man, Joseph. We still have lots of life left in these old bones.”

  “True, George, very true. Fine. I’ll give go-kart racing another try, though I hope that these old bones don’t become these old broken bones. Let’s see how many of the grandchildren we can gather up to go with us.”

  The men continued their morning meal as George pulled out the newspaper and flipped to the business section. Though George’s son Trenton was now in charge of Anderson and Sons Incorporated, George still liked to keep up on what was going on in the Seattle area.

  Joseph looked up just in time to see George gasp for air, his face white. Frozen with fear for a few endless seconds, Joseph felt his legs finally start working again and he jumped up to help his brother.

  “George! What’s wrong? Are you choking? Is it your heart? Speak to me, Brother,” he urged as he leaned over to see what he could do. They’d had enough health scares to last them a lifetime and Joseph didn’t think he could handle another near-death experience in his beloved family.

  Just as Joseph began moving to race for the phone, George gestured wildly at the newspaper. Joseph stopped in his tracks and read the largest headline and subheadline on the page: “Billionaire buys flailing computer tech firm: Richard Storm sells East Coast shipping business, brings thousands of jobs to Seattle.”

  It wasn’t the article that had Joseph turning as white as his brother. It was the photograph of a man who appeared to be their age — and who looked almost identical to the two of them, just a different hairstyle, some added wrinkles around the eyes, and a short beard covering his face.

  “What is this?” Joseph gasped as he sank down in the chair next to George.

  “I don’t know. The picture just startled me — that’s all. I’m sure it’s nothing.” George tried to reason it away, but he couldn’t stop staring at the still eyes of the man gazing into the camera. It was like looking into a mirror.

  “Well, read the dang thing,” Joseph nearly shouted as he regained his voice. He pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the first column.

  “Storm, who was born in Seattle, moved to the East Coast with his adoptive parents when still a baby. He says he owes his hard-work ethic to his father, who was a doctor in Seattle for 25 years before moving his medical practice to Portland, Maine. Storm was orphaned at age 18, when his parents died in a boating accident, and he used his modest inheritance to become a shipper of historic relics, mainly hard-to-find European artifacts from the 15th century. By the time he turned 30” — the newspaper gave a date — “he was worth more than $10 million — almost $60 million in today’s dollars — and he continued to increase his fortune dramatically. Storm is a now a billionaire several times over.”

  “He was born here on the same day as we were? This can’t be a coincidence.”

  “Let me keep reading.”

  “Go on then,” Joseph said, still looking at the picture.

  “Apparently, he married young, had five children — four boys and one girl — and then their mother left them. He’s made the move here because he feels it’s the right thing to do for his family.”

  “We need answers, and I want them now, George.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  The two men went inside to Joseph’s large den and looked through the bookcase containing old family albums. When they came upon the album from the year they were born, they sat with it in front of the fireplace.

  Less than an hour later, both men were speechless with shock. Richard Storm’s adoptive father was the same man who’d delivered Joseph and George. Their mother even had notes in the album about her doctor, saying how kind he was and how sad she felt that he and his wife were unable to have children.

  Only one conclusion appeared likely. This doctor must have seized the opportunity to give his wife a child, too desperate to care about the consequences of ripping another family apart.

  “This man, Richard, may very well be our brother,” George gasped as he gazed at the pictures of their mother holding them for the first time.

  “But how is it possible she had a third child without realizing it?” Joseph countered.

  “You know how different times were back then, Joseph. They didn’t have ultrasounds, and Mother suffered complications during delivery. She’d lost a lot of blood and they had to put her under. Dad wasn’t in the room — back then, fathers didn’t belong there. The only other person in the room with the doctor was his nurse, who also happened to be his wife. They could have easily seen the third child and taken the opportunity to create their own family. Why else would they have moved away so suddenly?”

  “I just can’t imagine that happening.”

  “That’s because, if this is true, we have a brother out there we’ve missed knowing, and our mother has a child she never knew,” George said, overtaken by sadness.

  “One thing I know for sure — we need to meet this man and find out if he really is family.”

  “But what do you think that will do to him, Joseph? We would cause upheaval in his life, change everything that he believes about himself and his loved ones,” George said. “Let’s try to be reasonable.”

  “Can you honestly do nothing but stand by when a man who may be our kin is so close by? He has children, George, and they are most likely our nephews and our niece. We have to find out the truth, even if it’s a painful one.”

  “You’re right, Joseph. Of course you’re right. I just don’t know whether our visit will be a welcome one to this man. Heck, we know nothing about him. What if the man who could be our brother is a terrible person?”

  “He can’t be terrible, George. No matter what his birth certificate says, he’s an Anderson, and Andersons are good people,” Joseph said with confidence.

  “Right you are, Joseph. Well, you know what this means, don’t you?”

  “Of course I do. Go-kart racing is off the schedule today. It looks like it’s time to pay a visit to Richard Storm.”

  “I’ll grab my hat. You lead the way brother; I’m right behind you.”

  The two men walked out the door, climbed into Joseph’s Mercedes and made their way to the new Storm Corporate offices. Expectant smiles spread across their faces as they neared their destination. Granted, it would be heartbreaking to learn they had a brother they hadn’t had the pleasure of growing up with. But still, if it were true, they were now blessed with a whole line of family members to get to know.

  Joseph grinned, thinking of all those first-rate great-nieces and -nephews. More and more babies on the horizon and potential love matches to make.

  Chapter One

  Two years earlier

  “Do any of you have any idea of what this is about?”

  “Not a clue. It seems the old man has got something up his keister again. I haven’t gone to bed yet from yesterday. I seriously considered not showing up.”

  “You may as well stop complaining about it, because you know how father gets. You don’t want your precious trust fund cut off, now, do you?”
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  “Shut up, Brielle. You’re the one who’d be hurting if you lost Daddy’s money.”

  “All of you should shut up before the old man walks in. The more compliant we are, the sooner our family reunion can end, and the quicker we can get on with our lives.”

  “That’s very good thinking, Lance. I know how important it is for you to run from my presence.”

  The five young bickerers turned in surprise to find their father standing in the doorway. Richard had to quickly disguise the sadness in his eyes. This wasn’t the time to coddle his children, who, though grown up, were thoroughly spoiled. It was time to do what he should have done years ago, before it was almost too late. He didn’t have much time left, and he feared that his kids would never change if he didn’t act now.

  Would they even care that the doctor had given him the grim diagnosis of only three years to live? At this point, he doubted they would. It saddened him to no end how much he had failed them — and he was certain that his failures as a parent had caused the distance among them all.

  “Fine, you heard us complaining. We’re sorry, Dad, but we haven’t all been together in one room in years, so what’s the big emergency?” Richard watched as his youngest child, Brielle, walked to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a scotch. She was only twenty-four years old, but she had so much bitterness inside her.

  Why shouldn’t she? Their mother had walked out on all of them, but Brielle was the only one who couldn’t remember her — she’d only been three at the time. It made her feel as if she’d really missed out the most. Lance had vague memories, as he had been five, but Tanner, Ashton and Crew remembered the most. The kids were all two years apart, his ex-wife having produced them almost on a strict schedule.

  Soon after Brielle was born, Suzanne was done being a mother and left them without ever turning back around. Richard had been too busy for years to date another woman, and when he’d tried, it had always been disastrous, since he’d been too exhausted to put forth any real effort. Eventually, he’d just given up.

 

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