Josie Brianna

I’ve been spending a lot of time over the past few weeks thinking about life. I guess more about the life these characters have taken on and who they are evolving into.

I always said I didn’t want to write a young adult series, but looking at where the story is going, it has to have some of the elements of YA to work.

The kids are growing up. They are evolving into their own people and their stories are permeating the canvas.

I have found a new layer to the core characters by writing how they deal with their children. How the younger generation fits in and how they are able to see and explore the world around them has opened up a ton of opportunities for everyone.

Almost everyone.

Amongst the kids, Josie has always been the hardest character for me to write. She is like her mother with her fighting spirit, but she isn’t Julie. She is like her father with her sense of right and wrong, but she isn’t Bill. She is like her brother with her sense of humor and her love for family, but she isn’t David.

Josie was named for John, and I like to think she embodies many of the characteristics he had. She is loyal and fiercely protective of those she loves. She is honorable and stoic and also vulnerable and compassionate.

But she isn’t John.

She is Josie and I adore her.

But she also confuses me.

Why does she want to join the military?

What are her hopes and dreams really all about?

It was when I began to think about Josie that her illness came out.

I realized, like her, I was missing her connection. I had ignored part of who she was by leaving her out of the loop of her amazing beginning.

That sounds confusing.

What I mean is, she was a triplet and she didn’t know.

That was wrong.

So “One More Miracle” was born out of my need to evolve Josie into a

full-fledged character.

Her anger at her parents was her anger with me.

Her need to know the truth was real and important. I let her down and I needed to fix that.

I also needed to jump-start the rest of the crew.

The triplet storyline and subsequent miscarriage of the boys was one of my hardest books and some of my proudest work. I remember agonizing over those scenes and trying to balance the loss with the gratitude of Bill having survived his most serious crisis. I also needed to give enough respect to both Bill and Julie in how they dealt with their grief.

It was a surprise for me when the triplets didn’t survive. I pictured them. I saw Julie and Bill trying to handle four kids under two and I saw the humor and the love.

But, as with much of this series, the stories flow as they must and the two boys passed away.

A few months later, Josie came into our world.

What a little spitfire she was from day one.

Book 26 is finally time for me to focus a little more on Josie and the young woman she is becoming.

It’s time her story was heard.

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Eight Years…

Eight years.

It might not seem like so long to some people, but for me, it’s been a lifetime.

My life is broken up into two parts. Before my dad died and after.

Every bit of my writing and publishing has happened after.

That’s not entirely true. I wrote before he died. I actually created Brittany before he died.

But this series was born after and most of the fictional life which became “Family by Choice” also came after.

That’s why deciding whether or not to end the series is so hard for me.

It’s a part of that time in my life when I found a way to move forward. I found, through writing, that I could focus on something tangible. I could stop sitting in despair and begin to find a new normal.

I use that phrase a lot in the series.

A new normal.

At some point, I suppose the new normal simply becomes normal and I guess, in a way, that’s where I am now. I have a routine and a life that is good. I have a family I love and people who support me in all I do.

I also have this world that constantly moves forward in my head. I am always thinking of these characters and what is happening in their lives. I see them throughout the day and there are times I look forward to writing them in the evening the way I look forward to talking to an old friend.

They are comfortable and comforting to me.

They are my way to hold onto my sanity when things get too hard.

They are a part of everything I do and when they are in trouble, I feel it. When they are happy, I know it. When they are hurting, I try to fix it.

The one thing that I never could have imagined when I first put the series out for people to read was that others would care about these people, too.

They would care about them and they would come to love them like I do.

As I approach the release of the 26th book in the series, I think of the focus and how it’s full of a family much bigger than I initially envisioned. The extended family and friends have added a rich and vibrant level to the plot that keeps me energized and excited for what comes next.

So what does come next?

I have written up through book 28, so for now, there are at least three more in the works. I am also really excited to announce a series of novellas that will be released beginning in the spring.

Each character I choose will have a small book written about an important moment in their lives not covered directly in the series.

The first will be Julie’s Story.

I am not saying the series is ending, but it will slow down a bit in the spring to allow for these novellas to come out. The characters chosen will depend on your feedback. The few polls I’ve put up here recently have helped me to know what you might like to see. As always, comments here and through my email are always appreciated.

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Elizabeth pulled up to the restaurant and Sabrina came out. She got in and Liz smiled.

“Are you okay? I was surprised you called me.”

Bee nodded.

“I’m fine. I needed some advice and I was hoping you might be the one to help me”

Liz smiled.

“How about we go grab some coffee and we can talk, okay? Do your parents know where you are?”

“I’m supposed to be working for another hour, so I’ll text them before they worry.”

Liz smiled. She would text Stephanie just in case.


They drove a little way to the diner nearby and went in.

“Okay, so what’s on your mind?” Liz asked after they were in a booth and had coffee.

“Well, Drew’s mom is looking for me. She came at my mom at our house and tried to hurt her.”

“What? She did what? Why didn’t anyone tell us?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It just happened yesterday, and everyone was okay. Uncle Bill came and took her away and my mom is okay.”

Liz sighed.

“These people need to move on. This is ridiculous.”

Sabrina felt her eyes fill.

“I think this is because of me and I really need to fix it. I want to talk to his mom. I want to try and help her with her questions. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I was hoping maybe you could take me to see her.”

“Why me? Why don’t you ask your parents or Bill or Julie?”

“I can’t ask my parents because they will just freak out and I don’t want to bring Uncle Bill into this because then David will find out and it will be a huge deal. I was going to just go alone, but I didn’t want to be stupid. I know how kick ass you are and I thought maybe you would be a good person to help me.”

“Kick ass?” Liz smiled. “Hardly.”

“You flew a helicopter in a blizzard and saved my mom and sister. You also flew a plane into a war zone to rescue Uncle Mike. I know the stories and I know you. You’re an amazing woman.”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly like that, but I like your version. Do we know where Drew’s mom is now? Is she able to have visitors?”

“My dad said they took her to get help, so I’m not sure what that means. I also have another worry, but it might be nothing.”

Liz raised her eyebrows.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t tell my parents about this, but Drew’s dad is a really mean man. He was abusive to Drew and I think a lot of his anger had to do with how much he hated his dad. They were away when I was with Drew and if his mom is here,” she stopped.

“Then his dad probably is, too,” Liz said.

“I worry he is. I don’t know him, but I know what Drew said. We talked a bit before everything happened. I know everyone thinks I was just a selfish bitch who hurt David, but Drew wasn’t always like that. When he asked me out, he was sweet and sensitive. He turned into a different person after I agreed to go to the dance with him and after I broke up with David. He wasn’t always such a jerk.”

“Did you like him?”

Bee shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. He was a part of Desi’s rape and that means more than any shred of decency he had before. I would never, ever support anyone like that and I feel sick that I didn’t see it before. If I had, so much could have been avoided.”

Liz felt something big was there behind the surface. She knew of Bee’s struggles and how much Jack and Stephanie tried to help her.

Maybe it was time to stop coddling her.

“What could have been avoided?” Liz asked.

“Just a lot of heartache.”

“For who?”

Bee looked at her and her beautiful brown eyes were swimming.

“For David. For Desi. For you and Uncle Evan. For Aunt Julie. For Naomi and Tess. Everyone was hurt because of my choice. That can never be taken back.”

“So you figure if you never agreed to go out with Drew, then nothing bad would have happened?”

“Well not to the people I love. He was angry with David and he saw me as a way to get to him. Then his friends went after Desi and I was the reason David was late to get her,” Bee looked at him and her tears spilled over her cheeks. “Did you know that David actually asked me if I stalled him on purpose?”

Liz felt her heart break for the young woman.

“He was upset. He knows you, Bee. He knows you would never have done that.”

“I don’t know that I agree with you. As angry as you have ever been at Uncle Evan, would you ever think he was capable of something so horrible?”

Liz smiled sadly.

“No, but he thought something pretty bad about me, and it was because of what I did. It cost me two years of our life together. I was much like you, Bee. I was trying to do the right thing for the wrong reason and it caused more damage than I can ever take back.”

Sabrina was surprised.

“What did you do?”

Liz sighed.

“It’s such a long story and it was so long ago, but in a nutshell, I staged it so Evan would walk in on me with another man in bed so he would dump me.”

Bee was speechless.

Liz looked at her hands.

“Yeah, it was bad. It crushed Evan and it crushed me. We went two years without speaking and I don’t know if we would have ever gotten back together if it hadn’t been for my brother and Amber.”

“Why would you do that? What made you hurt him like that?”

Liz played with her wedding ring.

“It was a lifetime ago. Evan had an opportunity to go to LA and become what he always wanted to be. I had an opportunity here to go to flight school. It was incredibly hard to get into the program and for a woman; it was even harder. His dad knew if I told him about my opportunity, Evan would give up his dreams for me.”

“So you made him think you were over,” Bee said. “So he would leave and not look back.”

Liz smiled through her own wet eyes. She was purposefully leaving out the pregnancy and how evil Evan’s dad had been.

“It was wrong for me to make that choice for him. He left thinking that I didn’t love him. I mean Evan and I had been thrown together since we were six. I had such a crush on him my whole life, but it wasn’t until I was 17 that he finally asked me out. We were inseparable after that and for me to hurt him like that was inexcusable.”

“But you thought you were doing the right thing,” Sabrina said and squeezed Liz’s hand.

“I did, but it didn’t matter. It was wrong and I was wrong.”

Bee was quiet.

“Didn’t your brother know you were lying?”

“Jason?” Liz smiled. “Have you met him? He’s a little focused on himself.”

Bee laughed and then her face changed.

“I bet he knew but he didn’t know how to help you guys.”

“You’re right. My brother is incredibly handsome, but he’s so much more than that. You are a lot like him. You both carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“But you and Evan found each other again and you’re married and happy, so everything worked out, right?”

Liz smiled.

“Yeah, but I had a lot to make up for.”

“But you did. I wonder if one day David and I will find our way back to each other,” she said softly.

Liz knew this was a huge issue for Sabrina.

“Honey, I think he’s really happy now. He loves Desi and she loves him.”

Bee nodded and wiped her eyes.

“I know. I just miss him. I will never regret anything more than hurting him and ruining my life.”

Liz moved to the other side of the booth and hugged Bee as she cried.

This was the heart of the issue, and unfortunately, it was a hard lesson to learn.

“You did not ruin your life and I hate to tell you this, but life is full of regrets,” she smiled when Bee chuckled a little.

Liz handed her a tissue and Sabrina wiped her face.

“I don’t think you ever really dealt with your breakup.”

Bee looked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you broke up and then everything happened with Drew and then Desi was assaulted and everything spun out of control. I don’t think you really dealt with the loss of David.”

Bee shrugged.

“But it was my choice. I don’t think I have any right to be upset about it.”

Liz walked back to the opposite side of the booth and sat down.

“When we make hard choices in life, even if they are right for us, it doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. David was a huge part of your life and to suddenly miss that is hard. It doesn’t matter why it happened, the loss is real and it hurts. I think you need to be able to grieve for that loss and take stock of who you are now and who you want to be moving forward.”

“It’s hard to be around David. Is that terrible of me? He is a part of our family and I keep finding excuses to not be around when he’s there. I don’t think that’s right, but it hurts to see him. Do you think that will ever change?” Bee asked.

“I wish I could tell you the answer to that. I think time makes everything better, but I also know that hearts don’t always work according to plan.”

“It’s been a year. The dance is coming up this weekend and I broke up with him a month before that. I’m scared I’m never going to get over him.”

Liz nodded.

“Then you need to find ways to get your mind off of things. How is work? Do you have any other hobbies you could pursue?”

“Work is fine,” she said. “I want to join the fashion club at school, but I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not? You love fashion and that sounds perfect,” Liz smiled.

“I like designing clothes, not really modeling them.”

“Is that what the fashion club does? Model?”

“I don’t know, really. I was just assuming I guess.”

“Well, why don’t you go to a meeting and see for yourself. You might be surprised.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll talk to Mike tomorrow and see if he has information on Drew’s mom. If it’s safe, I will take you to see her.”

Bee smiled.

“Thank you so much.”

“I also think we need to talk to Mike about Drew’s dad. If there is someone we should look out for, we all need to know.”

“Right. That’s a good idea.”

“One last thing.”

Bee looked at her.

“You are not to blame for any of this.”

Sabrina sighed.

“I’m serious. You are not responsible for what happened to Desi and you are certainly not responsible for me or for Evan. You are allowed to make choices in the world and those choices are not the catalysts for all the evil that exists. Please know that. Please understand that.”

Bee nodded.


“Tell me you aren’t responsible,” Liz smiled.

Sabrina took a deep breath.

“I’m not responsible.”

She started to cry again and Liz moved back to sit next to her, holding her while she cried.

Liz looked up as she saw Jack and Bill and Tommy and David walking into the diner.

Jack seemed to have a sense something was wrong and his eyes traveled to them.

“Bee? What happened?” he asked worriedly as he walked over. “Why aren’t you at work?”

Liz looked at Bill and shook his head to keep David away.

“Come on, let’s go sit down,” Bill said and he and Tommy led David the other way.

“What’s wrong with her?” David asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Bill smiled and they sat down.

Sabrina looked at her dad and was embarrassed.

“I got off early and Aunt Liz and I were just talking,” she said through her blotchy face.

”This looks like more than talking,” he said softly as Liz moved to the other side and Jack sat down. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

Bee didn’t say anything and Liz smiled.

“Girl stuff,” she said. “Bee had some stuff on her mind and I was eager to help. Anything to get away from all the train talk between Kevin and Evan. I’ll take her home now and you can enjoy time with the men, okay? I promise, everything is okay.”

Jack looked at Liz and then at Bee.

“She’s right, daddy. I’m okay.”

Jack sighed, but nodded.

“Okay. I love you,” he said and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, too.”

Jack walked to the men and Bee looked at Liz.

“We should go.”

Liz stood up and put her arm around Sabrina.

“I’m really proud of you. This was a hard conversation, and you did it.”

Bee put her arm around Liz’s waist and smiled.

“Yeah, I did it.”


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“I asked you to leave me alone!” Desi yelled at her mother as Cassie came in to her room to check on her.

“I heard you and you don’t need to yell. I need to see if we should go to the emergency room,” Cassie said calmly, despite her fear. “I’d like to check your temperature.”

Desi hadn’t been feeling well, which wasn’t abnormal, but she was running a fever that was worrisome. Ian had spoken to Tommy and they were watching for specific signs to know if they should take her in.

However, Desi was in a foul mood and they weren’t sure why.

It just wasn’t like her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Desi said as her tears came. “I want to be left alone and I don’t know why that’s so hard for you and daddy to do. I’m just done with this, okay? I just want to be alone.”

Cassie took a deep breath and sat down on the desk chair in the room.

“Desi, stop yelling and look at me.”

“Fine. I’ll leave if you won’t,” Desi said and grabbed a bag before she started putting clothes inside.

“That’s enough,” Cassie said in a voice Desi wasn’t used to hearing. “Stop acting like I’m the enemy and try to see that we can’t mess with this. If there is anything happening with your health, we need to catch it early. You know that. Why are you acting like this? What is going on?”

“I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for a long time you know,” she said and glared at Cassie. “Without you here.”

“Right,” Cassie stood up and nodded. “I was gone. I missed too much and I can’t change that. What I can do is be here now and help you. I don’t understand why you’re suddenly so mad at us.”

Ian walked into the room.

“What’s going on? You guys are making the house shake.”

“I’m leaving. I want some time alone and mom won’t get out. I need to think. I need to breathe. I just want you both gone!” Desi screamed.

Ian watched as Cassie got up and walked out and he faced his daughter.

“There is never, ever a reason to speak to either one of us this way. I’m sorry you’re upset, but this isn’t the way to handle it. You know better.”

“Oh, sorry to disappoint you. Sorry I’m not handling everything the right way. Sorry I’m not perfect,” Desi said, her face hot with anger.

“Nobody is asking you to be perfect, just not so cruel. We will give you your space. No problem.”

Desi watched as he walked away and she slammed her bedroom door behind him.

This was all too much.

They didn’t understand and it broke her heart that they didn’t figure it out.

She couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t handle her life anymore.


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Book 26

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Book 26 title and cover reveal coming tomorrow evening. Preorder info coming, too.

Release will be November 24!

Get excited because more Family by Choice announcements on the way. Big changes coming and some exciting new moves.

In the meantime…here are my cute Lizards all ready for Halloween!

Me too

Me too.

Two words that seem so small and yet, somehow, are opening the dialogue to something long hidden.

I’ve stayed away from the phrase when I’ve seen it on Facebook and Twitter. Like many women, I have a story. I have moments that I cringe when I think about them. I have times where I wonder why I kept my mouth shut.

I am also lucky that I had people in my life who believed me- who helped me- who counseled me.

I never felt like I was alone.

But I can say, with absolute certainty.

Me too.

As a high school teacher, this topic has come up more than once. Talking about sexuality and consent is an important part of education for all students, and even though it may not be directly tied to my curriculum, discussions begin and inevitably head towards the news.

And this is news.

So my idea of staying out of this became increasingly difficult today and at the end of class, a few students were hanging around my desk, talking about ‘me too’.

One looked at another and said, fairly loudly, “It’s happened to Miss Nadler.”

I asked her why she said that or more importantly, why she thought that- I have never spoken about any such matter in my class.

“You write about rape and you said writing is observation. Writers write about what happens to them.”

Now I never share my actual novels with my students, but they know what I write about. They know the themes. I’ve been interviewed in local papers and I’m very happy to talk about what I love about writing.

They can also look up anything regarding my books on the Internet and see it, too.

On the one hand, I was thrilled she actually remembered something I said during a lecture, but I was quick to correct her.

“Writers observe the human experience. We write the things that are hard to say. We write about life all around us, not just what happens to us.”


We spoke a little longer and after they left, I sat there and thought about things.

I don’t write about rape.

I write about survival. I write about the courage and honor it takes to pick yourself up and move forward after the unthinkable- whatever that might be.

I write about love and hope and resilience.

I also write men who believe and honor women.

That’s what I observe.

I began to think about the feedback I’ve received over the content of the books. It’s not just Brittany and her horrific attack, but Desi too.

I lost readers when I put Desi through such trauma. I knew that was a possibility before I wrote it and I did it anyway because it was important for me to show what is real.

Brittany’s assault was far more orchestrated, but Desi’s was more ‘real’.

It happens.

Look at the amount of ‘me too’ posts all around if you need verification.

Let it anger you and frustrate you and maybe, just maybe, we can change behaviors.

I’ll never forget one of my first years of teaching and a parent cornered me at curriculum night and complimented my red hair. He then asked if my hair was red all over. He also sneered and asked if I had a ‘red breast’ because my name is Robin.

I remember being stunned and not saying anything.

I removed myself from the situation and continued on with my night.

I also remember telling my dad what happened a while after because parent teacher conferences were coming up and I was concerned about having to meet him face to face.

My dad offered to come to conferences and sit with me.

He also offered to do more, but that’s not really the point.

God I miss him.

I guess maybe the best thing we can all do is tell our stories. I can teach my students that they are in a safe place. I can encourage them to speak up.

I can listen.

I can believe.

It’s a start.


Coming soon

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I am so sorry I’ve been so quiet- especially during a new release. Some things have been going on in my life that have pulled me away, but I am working on getting back to posting soon. I have a few important updates to post about the series and my future plans.

I’ll be back soon!

By the way- I hope you are enjoying “Choices”

Get ready!


We all have them. In every situation, we choose how we react. Even in terrible situations, we all have the choice in how we live.

Sometimes, both choices are bad, but still, we have the right to choose.

Book 25 is about choices.

The good, bad and ugly.

I have left something sort of hanging in the background for too long and in this book, it comes to a head.


He went through something horrific when Rebecca hit him with her car and although he had loving parents who raised him, something happened during that time.

Something he could never reconcile.

When you look for answers, sometimes things are better left buried.

He wasn’t prepared for what he found and he wasn’t mature enough to handle things.

His actions after Rachel was killed and his father was hurt led to a standoff that would change everyone’s life.

This preview is a small look into what happened and how Jimmy’s choices lead to the most difficult chapter of Mike and Jade’s marriage.

Sometimes, when you have choices, it’s hard not to make the wrong one.


“You understand why we called you?” the detective asked Mike and Bill after they got to the hospital.

“Yeah,” Bill said, looking at Mike who was quiet.

“Where is he?” Bill asked.

“In the conference room.”

Mike walked to the conference room and Bill waited.

“Which room is she in?”

“Down the hall on the right.”

Bill nodded and went to the room.

Mike opened the door and saw Jimmy sitting there. He sighed and went to the table.

“What happened?” he asked as he sat down.

“Why did they call you? I told them not to.”

“What happened?” Mike repeated.

Jimmy looked at him.

“Have you ever wondered how your life got so messed up? Why you live with the circumstances you do? Why you’re so filled with anger and hate?”

Mike waited.

“What if there was someone who could answer that? Someone who was the reason you were so fucked up? Wouldn’t you want to do anything to figure it out?”

“What did you do?”

“She wouldn’t answer me. She wouldn’t tell me why she hated me. She just sat there, spewing crap about me and telling me that I was just like her.”

Mike tried to remain calm.

“What did you do?”

Jimmy stared at him.

“I tried to kill her, just like she tried to kill me.”


Bill walked into the room and saw Rebecca laying there, her wrist cuffed to the bedrail, the machines beeping as she breathed.  She looked at him and smiled.

“Michael wouldn’t even come, huh? Had to send his clean up boy?”

Bill smiled.

“He’s here.”

Rebecca’s face brightened.

“Well, then I must really be in trouble. The doctor did say I should be okay, but one never knows, huh?”

Bill stood there and didn’t say anything.

“So what’s the plan? Why are you here? What do you want?” Rebecca asked.

He didn’t say anything, just sat down and stared.

Rebecca smiled, but something about the way he was acting made her uneasy.

“I appreciate the company. It’s hard being alone for so long.”

Bill waited.

He watched and he waited.


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Choices comes out on September 22, but I want to give away 2 signed paperbacks before you can buy them. All you need to do is answer the following question and I will pick from the entries on Thursday Sept 14.

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