Finding Mr. Right Now

Finding Mr. Right Now

by Meg Benjamin

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Monica McKellar, associate producer of Finding Mr. Right, is desperate. One of the show’s bachelors has bailed one week before shooting starts. She not only needs a replacement ASAP, he has to get the temperamental bachelorette’s stamp of approval.

Fortunately there’s a hot guy right under her nose who’s a perfect fit. Unfortunately, he pushes all her hot buttons. Until the show’s over, her hands—and every other part of her body—are tied.

When Paul DeWitt signed on to write for the reality show, “Bachelor #10” wasn’t supposed to be in his job description. He fully expects to be cut early on, which will free him to focus on the real object of his attraction. Monica.

Each book in the Salt Box trilogy is a standalone story that can be enjoyed in any order.
Book #1: Finding Mr. Right Now
Book #2: Love in the Morning
Book #3: Running on Empty

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640633278
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 08/21/2017
Series: Salt Box Trilogy
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 300
Sales rank: 678,829
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Meg Benjamin is an author of contemporary romance. Her small town comedies are set in her former home state of Texas and her current home, Colorado. Meg’s books have won numerous awards, including an EPIC Award, a Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion from Virginia Romance Writers, the Beanpot Award from the New England Romance Writers, and the Award of Excellence from Colorado Romance Writers.

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"He's really gone? You're sure? You checked everywhere — hotel, limo service, makeup, wardrobe, all of it?" Monica McKellar held onto her iPhone like it was glued to her palm. If she kept her voice low, maybe no one else would hear.

Most importantly, maybe Ronnie wouldn't hear.

"He's definitely gone." Sid's voice had an odd metallic ring that probably meant the cell phone signal was close to breaking up. "And yes, I have checked everywhere. I found a note. On his pillow, no less. Trust me, he's gone."

"A note? What does it say?"

"It says, and I'm reading now, 'Gone home to my real girlfriend. Took the shirts. Sorry.' It's signed Pres."

Monica closed her eyes for a moment. "Son of a bitch. He took the shirts too?"

"He did. There's nothing left in the room except a couple of gum wrappers."

The shirts were Ralph Lauren. Granted, they'd bought them at a discount place. But still. Monica ran a quick mental tally and wondered which part of the budget she could hide them under. No way was she chasing Pres Jackson all the way back to Ohio or wherever the hell he lived to retrieve three polo shirts. The jerk could have them.

She blew out a breath. "Okay, come on back to the office. We'll figure out damage control once you get here."

"Does she know yet?"

No need to ask who she was. Monica could see Ronnie Valero sitting in the office down the hall. Fortunately, she was too far away to listen to phone calls. Even more fortunately, so was Glenn Donovan.

"No, right now she's busy. I'll tell Glenn and he can tell Artie. Maybe Artie can talk to her. She'd never start crying in front of Artie." At least she never had. Ronnie was so scared of Artie Fairstein, executive producer of Finding Mr. Right and owner of Fairstein Productions, that all she usually did was smile brightly. On the other hand, the chance of Artie getting involved in something so far removed from him was probably zilch.

"Okay, I'll start back." Sid sighed. "Maybe it'll all be over before I get there."

"Maybe," Monica murmured as she disconnected. Actually, she figured Sid would come back via Greenland, making sure that any tears Ronnie shed would be dampening somebody else's shoulder. Monica only wished she could join him since her own shoulder was comfortably dry at the moment and she'd prefer to keep it that way.

She tried a sort of subtle wave in Glenn's direction. Normally she would have headed straight for him since Glenn was the director and Finding Mr. Right was his baby. Also, of course, he was one of the few people she knew who could keep Ronnie calm. But if Glenn was talking to Artie Fairstein, the last thing he'd want to hear about would be difficulties over Ronnie's suitors.

She studied Ronnie again. In a lot of ways she was absolutely perfect for the show. Very blonde, with creamy skin that had never known a tan. Her brown eyes were sort of a shock, given her coloring, but they gave her a dash of individuality. Her figure was nicely rounded without being too voluptuous. She wasn't model thin, and women in the audience seemed to feel she was closer to reality than the average starlet. The outfit she wore today, which the show had purchased for her, was sexy without being trashy — bright turquoise top that was just tight enough, white linen slacks, platform sandals, gold hoops in her ears, a silk scarf knotted around her neck.

She was laughing now, probably at something Glenn had said, showing a flash of gleaming teeth made more so by a very professional bleaching job Fairstein Productions had fronted for her.

Perfect. Miss Right. Or as she was known to the crew, the Sweetheart Diva.

Ronnie Valero had been a finalist on season three of Finding Miss Right. She had, in fact, been the popular favorite to be chosen by season three's bachelor. One of Ronnie's many charms was the fact that the camera loved her. She came across as a wholesome, down home girl who also happened to be lovely.

Ronnie didn't create problems, unlike some of the bachelorettes. She never raised her voice, never cursed, never showed by word or deed that she was anything but delighted to be where she was.

She did have a tendency to become emotional when things weren't going her way, though, like when the season three bachelor told her goodbye. Then her expression had been so heartbreaking that America had been ready to string the bachelor up from the nearest rose bush at the picturesque Santa Barbara resort where the conclusion had taken place. When season three, like seasons one and two, ended without a wedding or even an engagement, nobody was surprised. Obviously, the bachelor had chosen the wrong girl.

Ronnie's popularity didn't diminish over the months after the final show. When Fairstein Productions was still receiving letters and emails months later, demanding that something be done about Ronnie and her sad situation, Artie began to take note.

A few months after the season finale, Artie called the crew together with what he referred to as "exciting news." The network had bought in on a new series, a spinoff of Finding Miss Right to be called, of course, Finding Mr. Right. And the very first bachelorette to take the plunge would be ... And here Monica had felt the hand of fate itself closing on her throat. No, no, please no.

But of course it was. The very first bachelorette was none other than Ronnie. The viewers wanted it. The viewers demanded it, in fact. They had to find Ronnie a mate, and they had to do it on national TV.

Monica and Sid had managed to find a group of promising candidates for Mr. Right, ten in all. They had a pile of applications to choose from, along with calls from a number of agents around town who had clients they wanted to shop. Plus they always found a few possibilities by chance, guys who hadn't applied but who looked like good candidates for the show.

Which, unfortunately, was how Pres Jackson had wandered onto the scene. Pres, short for Prescott, was a trainer at a gym where the head writer was a member. His application, while not sterling, wasn't terrible. And his abs were first-rate.

From what Monica remembered, Pres hadn't been all that sharp. She'd put him in the general category of Meat — somebody to fill out the list of contestants, but who'd probably be eliminated fairly quickly once the show started.

Only now Pres was gone. He'd lasted through the final set of interviews and through Ronnie's viewing of his "audition tape" where he talked about why he wanted to be her Mr. Right. He'd made it into the final cut, and then he'd disappeared, taking three Ralph Lauren polo shirts with him.

With production starting next week, they were down by one bachelor. And Ronnie would have to be told that one of her suitors had headed for the hills without even trying to win her heart. Monica was pretty sure she wouldn't take it well.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Houston," she muttered, "we have one big, honking problem."

The writers' meeting was degenerating into chaos, and not the kind of chaos Paul Dewitt considered productive. No, this was more the "frat boy" chaos that signaled the end of a particularly grueling season.

Fairstein had a small writing staff spread across several shows. Currently, there were only two writers on Finding Miss Right because there really wasn't that much for a writer to do. They came up with the "stunts," the activities that the bachelor and his potential dream girls undertook on their dates. And they helped assemble coherent story lines from the piles of videotape that were shot for each episode. Sometimes they wrote short segments for the cast to provide voiceovers for footage so that the action made sense.

Paul excelled at coming up with dialogue to make the filmed encounters look like real conversations even when they hadn't been. His shining hour was a voiceover in which a bachelor talked about the moment when he'd known Tiffany was "the one" while the camera showed the bachelor and Tiffany glowing at one another in a conversation that had actually been about the relative merits of Chili's versus the Olive Garden.

All in all, Miss Right was far from the worst gig at Fairstein Productions. Harriet, the head writer for Fairstein, was the administrative type, deciding when their stunts were okay and when they were either too expensive or too extreme to get by. She had a finely developed sense of just what they could get away with, and Paul trusted her judgment.

Darryl, the other writer, had one chief function so far as Paul could determine — to be a pain in the ass.

Which was mainly what Darryl was doing at the moment. They were trying to come up with stunts for next season's shows. If you asked a pizza-eating, Red-Bull-drinking film-school graduate like Darryl to come up with dating activities for one of the Mr. Muscle types who starred in Finding Miss Right, the result was always various forms of torture. Still, the kind of torture Darryl usually came up with was at least mild — he'd never suggested anything that was likely to constitute an actual danger to life and limb.

Darryl was now heading in that direction.

"Bungee jumping." Harriet rubbed her eyes. "You want them to go bungee jumping off a high bridge."

Darryl nodded enthusiastically. "Great visuals. Chance for the guy to show off his pecs."

She sighed. "What happens if the girl is afraid of heights? Hell, what happens if the guy's afraid of heights?"

"It's a test of their devotion. Are they willing to go the distance, to jump off a bridge for each other?" Darryl's voice sounded solemn, which was a bunch of crap. None of the writers felt solemn about the freakin' show.

"Okay, first of all, the insurance company and legal will probably veto this right off the bat. But even if they don't, these stunts are supposed to be fun, things actual people might actually want to do on an actual date, assuming they had the time and the money. What's fun about jumping off a bridge, for Christ's sake?" Harriet gave him the evil eye.

"It's fun." Darryl sounded hurt. "Who says it's not fun?"

Paul was reasonably certain Darryl himself had never jumped off a bridge with a bungee cord attached to his ankles. Hell, he was reasonably certain Darryl never even jumped out of his Subaru if he could avoid it.

"Paul, help me out here." Darryl turned his smirk in Paul's direction.

Prick. "Sorry, Darryl, I can't see it. Even if legal doesn't kill it, the bachelorettes will hate it because it'll mess up their hair. Remember the custard pie incident?" Throwing custard pies had been another of Darryl's brainstorms. Two contestants had threatened to leave and the show had to furnish them with new hair extensions.

Harriet cleared her throat. "We're agreed then. No bungee jumping, Darryl."

Darryl's eyes took on a mutinous gleam. "But —"

"I said no." Harriet gave him a level look. "It's dangerous, it won't be cleared by legal, and the contestants will hate it."

Darryl's jaw firmed, but he subsided in his chair, glowering.

"Okay," Harriet leaned forward again. "You need to come up with two more stunts by tomorrow. And make them serious this time. We need to wrap this up."

Darryl gathered up his laptop and headed for the door, grinding his teeth. Paul pushed himself to his feet, moving after him. Maybe he could coax the asshole into a couple of hours of brainstorming before Darryl headed off for his weekly comedy club gig.


Harriet's eyebrow was raised. Always a bad sign.

"Yes?" He gave her a careful smile.

"Sit down for a minute." She gestured toward the chair next to hers.

Paul slid into his seat, trying for nonchalance. He didn't think he'd done anything that merited getting fired, but you could never tell. "What's up?"

Harriet tapped her pencil lightly against the table. "I assume you've heard the news by now?"

The news. He did a quick mental survey. What news? "I've heard a lot of news lately," he hedged. "What are we talking about?"

Harriet grimaced. "The news. The new show. Finding Mr. Right."

He blew out a breath. "Oh. Sure. Is it a go?"

She nodded. "Definitely. They've got their bachelorette, so now they're signing up bachelors. That means we'll need to get going on the stunts as soon as we wrap up Miss Right, hopefully by the end of the week."

Terrific. Paul wished profoundly that he could say no to writing Finding Mr. Right, but he didn't have any other job locked in. Unless his script got picked up by El Capitan Productions. "So we're both moving over from Miss Right to Mr. Right?"

Harriet shrugged. "You are. In fact, I'm going to have you take lead for the time being. I've got too much to do with Miss Right and Take This Job to get involved right now. The jury's still out on Darryl."

"He's okay," Paul said quickly. "Just a little combative." No way was he doing Finding Mr. Right on his own.

"He's a pain in the ass." Harriet shook her head. "I'll put up with him for the time being. I need somebody over at Mr. Right, though. Now. They're getting set up with the sweetheart diva."

Paul's lips twitched, but he managed to keep from grinning. "They hired Ronnie Valero? What do you want me to do?"

"Liaise for now. They've got a deal pending with a resort. Most of the show's going to be on location this time. Find out what kind of activities we'll have available for stunts on the site and then let Darryl know."

"Right. Tomorrow?"

Harriet shook her head. "Now. This afternoon. Artie and Glenn are ready to go, and Monica McKellar's got the bachelors lined up. See if we've got anything interesting to work with."

"Will do."

Harriet pushed herself up, gathering her laptop and BlackBerry. "No bungee jumping. That's my new motto. Absolutely no bungee jumping."

"Right." Paul watched her turn back toward her office before he headed for the hall himself, sighing. He'd have to find out where Mr. Right would be shooting, and he'd have to talk to Glenn Donovan and his crew, far from his favorite people.

He paused, remembering Ronnie Valero. Miss Sweetheart Diva. Tears were almost guaranteed. In fact, given his memories of working with Ronnie Valero, he was likely to shed a few of his own before the season was over.

Paul sighed again. Chances were he had a lot of sighing in his future. He gathered up his laptop and began the long trudge toward the other side of the warehouse-sized building that housed Fairstein Productions.


"He's gone?" Ronnie's lower lip was trembling and her eyes were beginning to take on that baby seal look. "He's really gone? Why? Why would he go? Was it me?"

Monica and Ronnie were seated in what passed for a break room, currently the least populated room in the building since nobody wanted to be around when Ronnie got the news about Pres Jackson.

She leaned forward, her fingers pressed to her lips, her forehead scrunched in anguish. "Why?"

Monica suspected the answer to that question could well have something to do with the idea of paying court to Ronnie for a couple of months, but even hinting at that possibility would cause a lot of grief. Correction: a lot more grief.

"I think he had someone back home, Ronnie," she murmured. "Maybe he decided he just couldn't give you the kind of attention you deserved."

"Well, why did he try out for the show if he had someone else?" Ronnie nibbled on her lower lip. Her voice began to sound more angry than heartbroken. "Did they have a fight or something?"

"Maybe. He didn't really explain the problem to anyone. But that seems like a good possibility, doesn't it?" Monica gave her what she hoped was an encouraging smile. She was trying to slide out of Ronnie's presence as smoothly as she could. Ideally within the next five minutes.

"But don't you ask them about that when they apply for the show? I mean aren't they supposed to tell you if they've got a girlfriend or something?"

Monica rubbed her eyes, wishing mightily that she had a Ghirardelli bar. Stress eating always seemed to pick up at the beginning of the season as well as the end. Sometimes the middle if the bachelor was a real asshole. "Well, yes, we do interview them. You were interviewed yourself for Finding Miss Right, remember?"

"So what happens now?" Ronnie's lower lip was jutting out into a pout, but Monica didn't mind that. Sulking was easier to deal with than tears.

"Now we'll go back to the applications and the interviews that we did when we first called for contestants and see if we overlooked someone," she said brightly. "I'm sure we'll find somebody interesting, Ronnie. No problem. We had lots of applications." Of course, many of those applications came from guys who seemed to spend a lot of time pumping iron and popping steroids, but surely they had a few who weren't totally bonkers.


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Finding Mr. Right Now 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
ELF-thereadingaddict More than 1 year ago
Finding romance behind the scenes... 3.75 stars "Finding Mr. Right Now" is a contemporary romantic story by Meg Benjamin that is the start of the ‘Salt Box Trilogy’ series and centers on associate producer Monica McKellar who is frantically trying to ensure that her bachelorette finds true love by the end of filming. Writer Paul Dewitt doesn’t expect to provide more than scripts for the show and being conscripted as a last minute replacement bachelor is more than he planned for, especially when he’s more attracted to Monica than to the star of the show. The picturesque Colorado town of Salt Box and its quirky inhabitants provides a great backdrop for this complicated romance between two people who have to decide whether to pursue their careers or their hearts. This entertaining story is a fun look at the machinations behind a popular reality show trend, even as it makes one think about motivation and the dangers of accepting things at face value. Everyone has a different agenda in this story, and the contrast between the picture being presented for the benefit of television viewers and the drama playing out in real life is a somewhat sobering comment on the artificiality of shows of this type. Some of the secondary characters have unexpected depths and the author does a nice job of creating tension on several levels even as the relationship between the main characters intensifies. I enjoyed the heat and romance in the story but I would have liked a little more depth and backbone to the main characters and I wasn’t crazy about the deception that they all felt compelled to perpetrate, although I understood the drive for self-preservation that was the basis for their decisions. I think that there is a potential for intriguing follow-up adventures in the town of Salt Box and I feel that this is a fun light read which will be enjoyed by fans of reality shows and contemporary romances. A copy of this story was provided to me for review.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
A fun look at the mess that is reality TV. Finding Mr. Right Now is funny, sexy and touching at the same time. Meg Benjamin did a fascinating job. Setting a story, a romance no less in the glitz, glamor and shallowness of reality TV was genius. The contrast between working in an environment centered around make believe and managing to find a solid, stable relationship was a very different take on your standard romance. After reading Finding Mr. Right Now, I will surely read the rest of this fun series. Disclosure: Received an ARC of Finding Mr. Right Now for an honest review.