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If you were able to make a TV or Movie Series with TFBC series, who would you want cast as everyone in the books?

Great question!

I have a few actors in mind, that I have always thought of as the characters, and a few I can’t figure out. I used to think it was a possibility, getting this series up in some form, like a lifetime movie series or television show, but that’s not really realistic anymore. I still have my mind-set on a few actors when I think of the characters.

Tommy- James Marsden (Always, from day 1)

Bill- Channing Tatum (maybe Chris Hemsworth)

Mike- Jensen Ackles

Brittany- Isla Fisher (maybe; I go back and forth with her)

Ron- Tom Selleck

I used to be set with Jack and Stephanie, but I’m not anymore.

I have never been able to pick a Julie.

Jade is hard to pick, too.

I don’t know about the villains. It would be a real challenge to cast Chris or Janet. Megan would be a little easier, but I don’t know.

What do you think? Who do you picture?

Any other questions?

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I know…

I know it’s hard to read a preview when you have to wait for the rest, but I’m just so excited for you all to read it. Only a few more days until release.

So, can I answer any questions? I have a little inside look at the making of the series coming tomorrow :)

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A preview to get you ready!

Preview #2


Evan sat up when someone starting touching him.

“What the hell?” he said.

“Sir, lay back and let us help you,” a man said and tried again to do something to him.

“My wife! Where is my wife?” he sat up and looked around. He was in the parking lot of the ice cream shop and there were a bunch of people standing around him. He got up and almost fell over.

“You didn’t come in with a wife. You were alone, don’t you remember?”

“She was in the car. I walked out and someone got into the car and drove away and someone else hit me over the head,” he said and looked for his phone which was missing. Did he leave it in the car?

“Can I borrow a phone? Please?” he looked at them and knew he was wasting valuable time. He grabbed a piece of paper from the worker and wrote a number down.

“Please call this number and tell them Liz was taken and I’m going after her.”

“Sir, you can’t leave. The police will be here soon,” the man said.

“Call the number, please,” Evan said and looked at the older man. “Please. I need your car. I promise I’ll bring it back.”

The man shook his head no and Evan raced to the back of the building. He saw the ice cream delivery truck and he got inside, grateful the keys were there. He sped off down the street, not really knowing where he was headed.


“If you don’t let me out of this car, I’ll kill you,” Elizabeth said to the man who was driving way too fast down the road.

“Shut up already,” he said. “I’ll crash this car if I have to.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath and tried to figure out a plan. She wasn’t about to do anything to harm her son, but there was no way in hell she was going to let this asshole hurt them.

“If you just let me out, I’ll be out of your hair. You can have the car.”

“I don’t want the car,” he grinned at her. “I want something more.”

“If you hurt me, you’ll be sorry,” she said, her heart racing and her window for escape dwindling.

“I’ll take my chances,” he said and reached to touch her stomach.

Elizabeth shoved his hand away and the car swerved.

“Don’t you touch me,” she said angrily.

“I’ll do whatever I want and you won’t stop me,” he said arrogantly. “You think I don’t know who you are? Your brother will pay handsomely for your safety.”

“Seriously?” Liz said. “This is over money?”

“No, it was over a baby, but I researched my victim and I know where the payout is. You are way more valuable than the doctor’s wife.”

“What are you talking about? What doctor’s wife?”

“Don’t act like you know nothing. My boss has a hard on for Stephanie and he has spent the last five years plotting his revenge. He will get her and I’ll get paid.”

Liz wondered where they were going and how she was going to get away. She remembered that Evan always kept a gun in the glove box and she needed a way to get it. She didn’t think. She simply reached up and pushed the emergency button from the onstar and when he swerved at the noise, she quickly opened the glove box and grabbed the gun, hiding it at her side.

The voice came on, asking if they needed help.

“Yes! I’ve been kidnapped. My name is Elizabeth Thrushcross and I’ve been carjacked. I’m 8 months pregnant and I need help!”

“Shut up you bitch,” the man said and punched her on the side of the face.

“We’re tracking your location,” the voice said and Elizabeth tried to answer, but she was a little out of it from the punch.

“You just made a grave mistake,” the man said and grabbed his own gun from the side. She unbuckled her seatbelt and watched as he slowed the car while he tried to multitask.

“Let me out of the car,” she said, her head pounding. She made sure the door was unlocked and she worried about jumping, but she didn’t know if she’d have a choice.

“First I need to get rid of dead weight,” he said and pointed the gun at her. She picked up her own gun and fired into his leg before the door opened and when he swerved, she fell out of the car, landing and skidding on her back and protecting her baby the best she could. The car swerved and flipped a few times before hitting a tree and bursting into flames. She lay on the hard concrete and began to cry.

“Evan? I need help!” she sobbed and quickly realized she needed to get out of the street. It was pitch black out and she wouldn’t be seen by a car until it was too late. She felt her back was bruised, but she crawled backwards on her butt to the opposite side of the street and passed out.


Elizabeth woke up when the drops of rain hit her face. She was laying half on the asphalt and half on the grass. She went to get up when terrible pain ripped through her back.

“You’re fine. This is nothing,” she said to herself and was relieved when she felt the baby moving. “That’s a good boy,” she rubbed her stomach. “Mommy is going to get help.”

She ignored the pain and sat up a little, her large belly making it difficult enough. She looked around and smoothed her damp hair away from her face.

“Nice job Lizzie. All for some ice cream,” she muttered to herself. She had learned long ago to calm herself with talking and distraction. As a pilot, she had a lot of tools at her disposal to get through a tense or difficult situation. She also learned a lot during her two years without Evan. It didn’t always work, but she continued to try and talk herself into calming down.

“Your daddy has to be so worried,” she continued. “But he should know that I would protect you with everything I am. Some turd getting in our car isn’t going to take you away from us. We are stronger than that. We are a family.”

She tried to get up, but her body wasn’t cooperating. She worried there was something wrong with her back, but she could definitely feel her arms and legs. Maybe something was broken?

“I’ll just crawl a little closer to the side of the road and when someone drives by, I’ll throw a rock at them to stop them. Okay, maybe I’ll try something else. I don’t want to cause another accident,” she smiled and moved more onto the street.

“Please find me,” she said to the darkness. “Please.”


Evan wiped his tears as he drove aimlessly. This was their time to have it all. Moving here and finding Brittany was like a miracle. What she had done for them by helping them get pregnant was something they could never have imagined. Now it was just about time to meet their son and Evan couldn’t imagine anything more amazing.

Now he was out in the rain, driving in a stolen truck to find her, hoping he wasn’t too late. How did he let something like this happen? He was furious with himself for letting her down and he realized he let his son down before he was even born.

What kind of father was he?

He had been driving aimlessly and he had no idea what to do. He knew he was on the road they had gone, but he had no idea if they were still driving. He needed help but he was afraid to leave the trail.

He saw there was chaos and commotion ahead and the flashing lights of the police and ambulance terrified him. He sped faster down the street towards the far away lights and prayed something terrible hadn’t happened to Lizzie.

He didn’t see what was in the road.

He didn’t know how close she was.

His eyes flew open when he saw something lying on the street and he could do nothing as the truck ran over the lump in the road.


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Just a reminder that book 17 will be released on Friday May 22!

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Bill and PTSD

I’ve been going through the entire series and pulling out some of my favorite scenes. The one I’m going to share tonight was a very hard one to write. I always love how strong Bill is. He knows right from wrong and he is a man of integrity and honor. The trouble with so many men and women like him who have fought in combat situations and who have had to leave their loved ones for extended periods of time, is that when they return and have trouble fitting back into a routine, it’s incredibly difficult. This particular scene is a moment where Bill couldn’t stop the fear and memories from settling within his chest and all of his flaws were magnified.

The best part of this chapter was the real and raw connection between Bill and Brittany. Bill had been amazing with his sister through so much and I wanted Brittany to be able to look at Bill and play the ‘big sister’ role. They both needed that.

Much of what I write for Bill is out of a deep love and respect for the men and women who give so much for our Country. I am honored to write Bill and Mike and this scene is one of my favorites.


Brittany got into her car and her phone rang. She picked it up without looking at the number. “Tommy?”

There was silence and then a surprisingly small voice came through. “Can you help me?”

Her heart dropped. “Bill? Where are you? Are you at the hospital?”

“No. I’m not sure where I am,” he looked at his hands, which were bloody.

Why are my hands bloody?

“Can you describe what’s around you?” Worry covered her face.

“Um, I should know my coordinates. I don’t remember where I was supposed to meet up,” he rubbed his forehead. “I’m not overseas. I’m so confused.”

Where is Julie? Did I hurt her?

“It’s okay. I’ll find you. Just tell me what you are looking at,” she could hear the confusion in his voice and she recognized the despair from her own experience.

“There is an Applebee’s in front of me, and a gas station on the corner,” he said.

My leg hurts and my stomach hurts. What did I do?

“Good, that’s good Bill. What are you sitting on? Is it a bench? The ground? Are there trees?”

“I’m on the ground, by a fountain,” he looked up and noticed it for the first time.

It’s pretty; there was nothing pretty in the desert. I’m not in the desert.

She knew where he was. “Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

Something is wrong. What did I do?

“I think I did something really bad,” he said, his voice full of anguish.

She felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her as she listened to her brother. “Bill, everything is going to be okay.”

“I don’t know that I believe that,” he let the phone fall.

“Fuck,” she yelled and called him back as she drove but he didn’t answer. She was almost there.


Jack looked at Julie as she finally fell asleep. He had them give her a sedative to help her relax because her pressure was erratic. He tucked her in and checked her arm to make sure the bandage was okay. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know where Tommy was and he didn’t know where Bill was. He was terrified that this nightmare was only beginning. He cell buzzed and he picked it up.

“Jack? It’s Brittany. Bill called me and I’m going to get him.”

“Oh thank God. What happened? Is he okay?”

“I don’t think so. He is confused and he sounds, for lack of a better word, broken. I’ll call you when I get him and I’ll try to bring him back to the hospital. If you hear from Tommy, let him know, please.”

“I think he is having a PTSD episode. He and Julie had a fight and he walked out,” he looked at his watch. “Brittany, be careful. It’s after one and I don’t like you out alone,” Jack said and Brittany smiled.

“Yes sir,” she said and he chuckled.

“You know what I mean,” he said and they hung up.

Well that was one person they found. Now to locate Tommy.


Brittany pulled up to a lot near the area Bill called from. She got out and ran across the road when she saw him sitting against the fountain. It was cold out and she hugged her sweater around her thin frame.

“Bill?” she asked as she sat down facing him. “Hey, look at me.”

He did and she felt a sense of sisterly protection come over her. She saw his bloody hands. “I’m going to fix this. You’re going to be fine,” she hugged him and he laid his head on her shoulder.

His sister was here. He had a sister and she was here. He never had family help him. He should be happy about that. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was screaming inside to snap out of this, but still, nothing.

“Can we go to the car and talk? It’s kind of chilly out here,” she said after a minute. Holding his face in her hands and looking into his eyes.

“I don’t mind the cold. It was always so hot there. I could never get cool enough,” he said.

“In Iraq?”

He nodded and looked at her. “Did my wife die?” His blue eyes were almost opaque as the light from the fountain illuminated them.

She stroked his cheek. “No, she is fine and she loves you.”

What’s to love?

“You’re right. We should go in the car.”

He took her hand and they stood up, he wobbled a little on his leg. “Where is your cane?”

“I don’t know.”

Why do I have a cane?

“Okay, just put your arm around me and lean on me. Come on.”

“I was going to get drunk,” he said out of the blue. “But I don’t drink”

She couldn’t lift him unless he helped, so she let him talk.

“Why don’t you drink?”

“I don’t think I have a liver.”

And mom was a drunk. She drank to hide her shame of me, and then she would cry and dad took it out on me. I will never hit my kids.

She smiled sadly. “You have a liver, Bill. It’s working well and I am certainly glad we didn’t test it by drinking. Now let’s go. Come on, one foot first and then lean on me.”

I have John’s liver. John is dead. I killed a Navy Seal.

“I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to be sick.”

Her heart splintered at his agony. “It’s okay. If you need to be sick, go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “No, I don’t puke on women.”

She laughed. “That’s noble of you, but I’ve been puked on before. What’s a little vomit amongst family?”


“I’m okay,” he said.

She gave him another minute and held him steady. “Okay, come on.”

He did as she asked and they wobbled towards the car.

She suddenly realized there was a group of menacing looking men in their 20’s close by, eyeing them. Jack’s words rang in her head. Bill was oblivious.


“Come on, let’s go.”

“Is he giving you any trouble?” One of the men walked in front of them, cutting them off.

“Nope, we’re fine, thank you,” Brittany smiled politely and they continued to walk.

“I think you need someone a little more suitable to you,” one of the men sneered and grabbed her arm.

It happened so fast. Brittany jumped and Bill had the guy pinned on the ground, his hand around his neck and his arm twisted and the guy was choking, his buddies were yelling for him to stop. Brittany sprang at him.

“Bill, stop, it’s okay, let him go,” she pulled at her brother, but he was fixated on this guy and stopping him.

Brittany thought for a split second and then she kicked Bill’s good knee, causing him to lose his balance and release the punk.

“Shit, you’re a crazy fucker,” the guy said to him as he struggled to breathe. “What an idiot.”

Idiot, that word again. I hate that word.

“Get away from us,” Brittany said.

“I won’t let anyone touch you,” he said softly.

She put her arm around his waist and he put his arm around her shoulders as they made their way to her car. She helped him in and they drove away from the lot and back towards his house. She just wanted to talk to him. He stared out the window. She pulled up and they made their way inside when Bill collapsed onto the couch. Brittany texted Jack where they were and then got some things to clean Bill’s hands before she sat with him.

“Bill, tell me what’s running through your mind.”

He looked at her and then sighed. “I’m fucked up.”

So fucked up.

She smiled. “I don’t think so. I think you need to sort out the feelings you have and the issues you’re facing. I think you have been carrying so much inside it has burdened you to the point that your mind has shut down,” Brittany put gloves on and took the washcloth before she held his hand and cleaned off the blood. “You can get past this.”

“I need to see my wife. I left her alone and she needed me. I walked out when she asked me to stay. I have a new daughter and I left them alone,” his face was stricken and the agony was in his voice.

“How about if you get some rest and then we will go back to the hospital. You are exhausted and your mind and body need to sleep. Jack is with Julie; she is not alone.”

Jack is a better man than me.

“I don’t know what happened. I don’t remember what I did after I left. I don’t know why my hands are cut.”

“Bill. You couldn’t hurt anyone.”

He looked into her eyes and she stilled. “I am a killer. You don’t know what I am capable of.”

“You’re not a killer. You are a soldier and a damn good one. You have been deployed twice during a brutal war and you lost people close to you. You are more than the sum of your experience overseas,” she spoke gently but firmly as she cleaned his hands. “You are my brother. You are Julie’s husband. You are David and Josie’s father. You are a friend and you are loved.”

“I’m tired,” he whispered.

So tired.

She held her tears in and nodded, knowing he meant so much more than the physical feeling. “I know. Lie down and sleep. I’ll stay right here.”


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