Lost And Found Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)

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Lost And Found

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Flora Ferrari

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Dad’s right. It’s not as if I have a date or anything. Not like I have plans for Valentine’s Day weekend. Who wouldn’t want to move instead? Moving upstate so my dad can start another job. His only daughter having to tag along because she has nothing else in her life.
Nowhere else to go. But seriously, who moves in freaking February? It’s freezing cold out. I’d rather freeze my butt off than argue with my dad anyway, and heading out a chance meeting with a very different kind of stranger sees me suddenly hooked up with a Valentine after all.
The four-legged lost dog variety. That’s his name, Valentine. He leads me to the perfect house in its own perfect little world. The neighborhood near ours but the one on the rich side of the city.
The kind of house that’s owned by an equally perfect man. An older man, but hotter than hell from his hallway portrait and not one this curvy college graduate stands a chance with, I’m sure. Or would she?
I’ve found what he’s been looking for. Brought back his lost dog. Do I have to beg for some kind of reward or is Mr. Right just gonna give this dog a bone like he knows she needs it.

Another Valentine’s Day weekend. Another year I’m reminded how alone I am. Except for my dog who also just happens to be named Valentine. He appeared one Valentine’s Day a few years back, just there on my doorstep.
But I need more. I’m an older guy, not getting any younger. With what others describe as ‘the world at my feet’ I only see it all as being a king without his queen. I know she’s out there, somewhere. And so does Valentine.
When he runs away for the first time ever, I panic. I feel more lost than ever. Once I come home and see who’s brought him home, I wonder if he ran away or went out to find her. To bring her to me.
She’s perfect, innocent. A younger woman, but curvy too. Just what I know I want, what I know I need. But how can I thank her for bringing me back my Valentine? How can I ever repay her kindness for finding him for me again?

****Lost and Found is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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Flora Ferrari

Chapter One


I can feel my phone buzzing and chirping in my pocket. The thick puffy coat too hard to get into with these mittens on.

I know who it is anyway, it’s my dad.

Without even looking I know what he’s asking.

Where are you?

Don’t be late!

You haven’t finished packing yet.

I’m sorry…

Blah, blah, blah.

I haven’t even finished totally unpacking from college yet. It’s only been a few months and dad wants us to move upstate now so he can start his new job before spring.

A tree change as well as a career move for him, a European design company has set up base outside of the city and offered dad a permanent job based on his previous work with them part-time from home

A tree change for me too, because I can’t afford anything right now so living with my dad is my only option.

“Not too many positions for English Lit. major’s huh dad?” I ask every chance I get.

But the alternative doesn’t exist for me right now and finding any job this time of year is tough.

But seriously, who the heck moves in February?

Valentine’s Day weekend of all things.

“It’s not like you have a date or anything, honey,” dad said, regretting it straight away.

“Sorry, hun. But I… We need to get settled before starting at the new firm later next week,” he added, groaning aloud with an apology and reminding me the move isn’t all about just pissing me off.

Still stinging from the reminder of my obvious lack of boyfriend or any romantic interest, I bit my tongue, grabbed my jacket, and walked out into the freezing afternoon.

I always go for a walk rather than argue with dad. He’s got enough on his plate without me adding to his problems.

It’s been an hour already, and although I’ve got my boots on I’m starting to notice my feet going numb.

I should turn back, but I’m not ready to face dad yet. Not ready to even be reminded that this weekend, apart from having to move homes I’ll be experiencing my twentieth Valentine’s Day all alone again.


Unwanted and lonely.

I watch my frosted breath puffing out as I try to orient myself.

The street’s empty and the gray sky only offering the odd flake of white snow that gets whipped away by the chilling breeze.

I stop and turn, feeling it again.

I’ve felt eyes on me for a few blocks now since I left the house, but every time I turn my head I get the sense whoever it is ducks out of sight before I can get a look.

Once I get to the next corner, I lean back against a wall and slowly peek around.

The wind’s changed, blowing a gust of frigid air I hope doesn’t make the look of panic I feel on my face stay forever.

The street’s empty but I do get a blast of the most delicious cologne I’ve ever smelled in my life.

If whoever’s following me has this on, maybe I don’t mind at all.

Maybe I want them to catch up to me, maybe even-

I shiver at the sudden uninvited and erotic thought.

I feel a warmth rush from my chest to my groin, a mental image of a tall dark stranger, handsome of course and older than me.


Maybe nailing me to the brick wall of an alley with his fat cock from behind.

What are you, crazy? He could be an ax-wielding maniac. Who the hell goes wandering around the streets in weather like this?

I look down at my feet, realizing it’s just me and magical smelling guy out and about on a day like today.

Good point, but still. Be careful, Rachel. Get an Uber and get the hell outta here.

And call dad.

Oh, that scent though. It’s like nothing else. So manly. So masculine. Woodsy and amber-sweet with a hint of something I know I want but just can’t put my finger on.

As quickly as it hit me, it’s gone again and I strain to hear something, anything apart from the wind that’s started to moan through the alleys and narrow backstreets.

A sudden noise makes me spin around.

It’s just a soda can, crushed on one side and scraping its way down the street.

Risking what feels like frostbite but is really just my dislike for the cold, I take off my mittens and fish for my phone.

One bar of reception and two percent battery.


Freaking awesome.

Even if I wanted to call for a ride or help, call my dad. I know it would have to be quicker than I could speak or tell them where I am.

Making the decision to call for an Uber, I hear myself gasp aloud as the phone powers down.


Two percent my ass.

The phone trembles in my hands and I stuff it back into my pocket. My ears feel hot and I can feel my heart starting to pound.

The shakiness and wobbly knees I get when my anxiety spikes start to take over as my breath gets faster too, puffing plumes of mist like a steam train as I try to get a grip.