A couple of years ago, it’s hard to believe I’m saying that. Even more hard to comprehend that the book I’m about to talk about will be ten years old this year.
Many of you may remember I did something a few people questioned. I published a title a month for a year. Looking back on it, I have mixed emotions. Was it insane? Possibly. Did I fully understand what I was doing? No. Would I ever do it again? Depends.
The challenge set the stage for a healthy backlist, which I don’t regret. However, because I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing, it left me with a few loose ends…cliffhangers.
I think I only have two books left on the cliff. I also have the end of a series I’ve been putting off. Technically, the series that needs an ending could stand as it is. However, I won’t do that, because there are some things that really need to be finished. I know one of the reasons I’m hesitant to end that series, is because it’s the first one I wrote. I’m very attached to those characters, but I know I need to give them a proper finish.
Back to the book this post is about, UNEXPECTED LOVE. Read the previous post at the bottom.That book in its inception, was supposed to be about a woman and her multiple husbands. Instead, it became the story of a woman and her deceitful husband. I thought it was going to be a standalone with a hard cliffhanger. In my defense, it ended with a cliffhanger because someone told me that’s what readers liked. They forgot to tell me, readers also wanted an HEA at some point. I have been putting off the continuation of this story for a while.
Last year or possibly, the end of 2024, I started writing the continuation of the story. OMG! I have to admit I can tell the difference in my writing. The follow-up to this book is insane. I love the direction and the plot. Since I wrote the first book, I’ve been involved in a few anthologies requiring novellas or short stories. In one of the anthologies, I wrote a short story. Recently, I needed a novella and was clueless on what to write. I took the short story and expanded it into a novella. Once I got in to the story, I discovered I was able to tie it into the UNEXPECTED LOVE follow-up. So, what was originally a multi-book series, converted to a standalone, is now a three full-length novels and three novella series.
I never saw this happening. I was also able to implement world building. I talked about world building in a previous post. The characters in this series tie into characters from some of my other series: The Alex Chronicles; Generational Curse; A Southern Gentleman and Miss Match.
When I stated earlier that I had no idea what I was doing ten years ago, this is what I meant. Had I known about world building and series writing, I would have done a lot better with that challenge.
To sum up. Always listen to your characters.
Previous post on UNEXPECTED LOVE
I apologize if I’ve already told the story about my upcoming release, “UNEXPECTED LOVE.” My relationship with this story goes back several years. When I first became an Indie Writer, I had quite a few stories dancing around in my mind. I had this idea for a series about a woman and the many men in her life. More like all the men she’d married.
When I set out to write the series, the task seemed a little daunting. I don’t know about anyone else, but I easily get attached to my characters. But if I don’t feel a connection, it’s difficult for me to tell their story.
When I got the idea for this story, I imagined it as a five book series. I had all the husbands mapped out. However, when I started writing, it felt very forced. I was so overwhelmed trying to tell this woman’s story. I abandoned the series and thought I would tell it as a standalone. Summarizing each of the husbands and focusing on the one she really loved.
I picked up the pages I’d started, made a few changes, and set out to write. I liked where this story was going, but as I got more involved with the characters, the story changed. It was no longer a story about a bitter divorcee, but a liberated divorcee who finds love in an unexpected source, her ex-husband’s ex-best friend, who just happens to be her divorce attorney. That’s either a mouthful or a blurb.
The more involved I got with Fiona’s story, the more I liked her. But I also felt sorry for her. She’s a sweetheart, searching for her voice. In a nutshell, she married her college crush, who later deceived her. Once she decided to divorce him, she found her voice. I love her transition, although it’s not without its ups and downs. One of which is the change in her relationship with her attorney and her self-esteem.
Last year, when I set out to write twelve titles in a year, I had this title on the schedule as a short story. However, I didn’t think there was enough story for a book. So I resolved myself to make it a short story. I cleaned up the first chapter and started writing. But when I started writing, the story took a turn. It was no longer about Fiona and her husband, but Fiona and her attorney.
I continued writing, thinking I could tell the story in novella length. As I got closer to what would be maximum novella length, the characters kept talking. No matter how hard I fought to end the story, they kept talking, so I kept writing. I really enjoyed the direction the story was going. Then I wrote myself into a hole. Crap! I didn’t see a way out, so I introduced another character, thinking she would help me. Instead, she led me to a wall, and the only way around the wall was another character. Hold on, it gets better. When I introduced this character, he brought his own storyline in addition to tearing down the wall.
So here I was with a full-length novel. But here’s the kicker. When I introduced Fiona’s brother (aka “the wall”) into the mix, the story took another turn and led me to a place I never would have imagined being, “Cliffhanger Boulevard.”
Yep, my five book series originally titled, “My Five Husbands” was changed to a standalone novel. Then it got a title switch to “UNEXPECTED LOVE.” Then it became a short story, that grew into a novella that reverted to a full-length standalone, which is now book one in a new series. Talk about unexpected.
So what’s the lesson learned? Never throw out an idea. Instead, put it aside and, when the time is right, revisit it. You might be surprised what story you can tell.
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Three long weeks. Marla checked her calendar for the fifth time that morning and stared at the next cubicle, vacant, as it had been for twenty-one days. Where was Chet? Her work queue glared at her, each extra file on her screen a reminder that her coworker was shirking his duties.
He wasn’t on vacation. (He’d have bragged.) He’d said nothing about taking a leave. (He had bills to pay.) Was he ill? At death’s door? At near age forty (her best guess), Chet wasn’t old enough to have anything terminal. Although Marla’s knees reminded her daily that she was a solid fifty-two.
In the breakroom, word was Chet had won the lottery and quit the company, leaving the photos of his dog and his latest girlfriend pinned to the divider panel, the small plastic figure of Yoda next to his keyboard, and his spare jacket draped over this chair. But Marla didn’t believe it.
Her supervisor was mum about Chet, deflecting questions with a cryptic “I can’t say.”
And so Marla doubled down on her work queue, cursing Chet with each completed file.
“Freeloader.”
“Lazy ass.”
“Coward.”
Guilt crept over her. He might be odd, but her coworker wasn’t any of those other things, really. She was just angry at having to shoulder the full load of their work. With no explanation from him.
Her cell phone pinged.
I need that photo of Brandy.
Who was this?
Then it registered. He had her number.
Chet? she texted back. Where are you? What’s going on?
Bring Brandy’s photo and meet me outside the Starbucks on Main.
It was near break time; she could slip out for a quick errand.
OK, she responded. 10 minutes?
A thumbs-up appeared on her text. She would grill the man when they met. Find out why he went AWOL. Was he now a fugitive?
Not knowing whether Brandy was the dog or the girlfriend, Marla took both photos, tucked them into her purse and left the office at once. It was three blocks to Starbucks, and she strode purposefully, eager to hear Chet’s story.
He wore a ballcap with the brim pulled down, as though in disguise. That was the first detail she noticed. The second was the shimmer that surrounded him, almost like a hologram. What the …?
As she approached, he held up his hands. “Don’t come too near.” His face held both worry and excitement.
“I’ll stand right here, but you’ve got to tell me what’s happening.” She pulled out the photos from her purse and held them out. “I didn’t know which one you wanted.”
Chet’s form shimmered more intensely as he took them from her. “Thanks,” he said. “I can’t say a lot, because I don’t have much time, but I’m leaving.”
“Leaving Doylestown? Bucks County?” Marla would miss him, even if he was weird.
Chet’s laugh was more of a cough. “Leaving Earth. I insisted that they bring Brandy along, too.” He waved the photos. “They needed an image to locate her.”
Leaving … Earth? “Are you okay, Chet? Can I call someone for you?”
“No need,” he said. “I’ve got to go now.”
“And your dog?” Marla hoped he’d arranged for someone to adopt it. If he was having a mental health crisis, he wouldn’t be able to care for the critter until he was well.
He waved the photos at her again, this time singling out the canine. “Brandy’s coming. They promised me.”
The shimmering became blinding, and Chet was gone, leaving Marla alone on the sidewalk, the roar of traffic on the busy street muffling her gasp. She glanced around her, but no one else seemed to have noticed the flash of light that consumed her coworker.
Well, she was at a Starbucks. Might as well grab a latte before heading back to the office—and that endless queue of files.

I’m slaving and I mean slaving over getting my latest book ‘Flight of the Stolen Children‘ finished and I keep promising myself a ‘treat’ when I hand it in to my editor.
The list is getting longer and longer…
And perfect for today’s blog #EatWhatYouWantDay.
So, what are your all-time favorite treats… something you enjoyed that comes with a memory stamp, like where you ate it and why it’s so special to you.
Here are mine:
Pizza Margheritaat the Ristorante Pizzeria Acqua Pazza in Campo Sant’Angelo in Venice, Italy when I performed at La Biennale Arts Festival (video to come). My editor and I came upon this amazing restaurant late at night with such beautiful golden lights I swear it was lit up by fireflies.
Philly Soft Pretzels at recess at Saint Vincent’s School run by the Sisters of Charity of Saint Joseph in Philadelphia. I would stand at the tall wrought iron gate every day pokinfg my nose through the bars, waiting for the Pretzel Man to come and buy my 2 ooh so good soft pretzels.
Pêche Melba (peaches and vanilla ice cream) at Café Kranzler in Frankfurt/Main Germany — I’ve been to Frankfurt many times since it’s a popular destination airport to Europe from the US. I so enjoyed making a stop at this charming cafe with its lovely pastries and violin ensemble before venturing on to other cities in Europe by rail.
Chicken Velvet Soup at L.S. Ayres Department Store Tea Room on the eight floor in Indianapolis, Indiana — and the dining room at the Grand Hotel Nuremberg where Allied legal teams and the press took their meals during the infamous trials in post WW2 Nuremberg, Germany. The soup was served in a silver carafe and I imagined supping the soup in post war Germany — the trials figure into a chapter in one of my books, Sisters of the Resistance.
And because I need a little Christmas…
The super-big, buttery-richChristmas Tree Cookieswith chunks of red and green sprinkles I couldn’t get enough of in the UCLA Alumni Center dining room. I enjoyed a scrumptious holiday buffet there with the director of my play produced that year at the Malibu CompanyTheatre called ‘The Christmas Piano Tree.’
The best Christmas cookies I’ve ever had (except the cookies my maman made. Nothing beats that.)
So, what’s your favorite treat(s), where you ate it, and why it’s so memorable?
Tell me in the comments section… I look forward to reading them.
Now back to our regularly scheduled craziness… writing book 2 in Lia’s Story.
[PS — I have some cool memory graphics I want to add, but honestly, I don’t have time to find them in my secret room where I keep all my stuff in old trunks, boxes, even a suitcase without wheels (remember those?). I’ll update the post with them after my m/s is done. Thank you!]
My latest Paris WW2 novel:
Check out: ‘The Stolen Children of War’ — Book 1 in Lia’s Story. I’m now writing Book 2 ‘Flight of the Stolen Children’.
A story told in Book 1 of this 2 book series about children hidden in plain sight in Occupied Paris 1943. In the circus.
If it’s not horrible enough my heroine Lia de Montieri, Queen of the Trapeze, has to fight the Nazis and a despicable Gestapo man in 1943 Occupied Paris, she also comes up against a depraved creature known as ‘The Magician’ because of his amazing ability to restore a woman’s face…
He lurks in the shadows only coming out to threaten what Lia holds most dear…
‘The Stolen Children of War’ is the story of a mother’s sacrifice, make that ‘mothers’, when Lia helps a Jewish woman about to be deported by helping her little girl and young boy escape.
And oh, there’s that adorable baby elephant, too.
‘The Stolen Children of War’
Amazon Kindle:
US: https://a.co/d/7iR9Xar
UK: https://amzn.eu/d/9RF8E77
AU https://amzn.asia/d/9hlZVS3
It is 1943 in Nazi-occupied Paris, and nobody is safe. Nobody, except perhaps one small group of people, who’ve always existed outside the law… in the circus.
Boldwood Books

Sixty miles into the drive, Jill had second thoughts about the wisdom of bringing her animals with her. The cat, sequestered in her carrying case on the front seat, kept up a steady mewling. Except when the beagle in the back seat got too near, which set off a yowl. That prompted a barking response, joined by the woof of the English setter in the rear compartment.

Jill turned up the volume on her playlist, trying to drown out the cacophony, but then worried she wouldn’t hear the mysterious clunking sounds that had started from the back end of the car about fifteen miles ago.
It wasn’t that she was foolhardy. She’d considered asking a friend to accompany her on the trip, either to drive or help manage the menagerie, but no one was available—or they were conveniently busy when she offered the ride.
“I’ll pay for your train ticket back home,” she said, but got no takers.
Now her destination in upstate New York, a rental cottage on a lake, seemed far, far away. Just under three hundred miles left and way too many pit stops to go.
Kenneling was not an option for the month she planned to be away writing—or trying to write. And when she located the rental (pets allowed for a small upcharge), bringing the critters was an easy decision.
“Petey, pipe down,” she said to the beagle. He snuffled the cat’s case, poking his head between the front seats to get at Tux, and then baying. “You, too, Chips.” She glanced in the rearview mirror to check on the setter, who couldn’t access the back seat (and cause even more chaos) because of the cargo net. “The next rest stop is in sixteen miles. Hang in there.”
The minutes and hours slipped past, and Jill felt pulled between the poles of her endpoints, home and rental. Then Petey stuck his nose in her ear and licked it.
“Gah!” she sputtered.
At a rest stop, she pulled up near its tiny dog park and gave Petey and Chips the run of it. As she was corralling them back into the SUV, Chips pulled the leash from her hand and eagerly headed toward a family of four making their way to the rest stop building.
“Chips,” Jill called, quickly shutting the side door to keep Petey in place. “Come here, boy!” She hurried after the setter. He could charm a rock into giving him a pat.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, short of breath, when she reached the family and grabbed the leash.
The two young children huddled behind the parents, peeking at the dog, who pranced near them. In the distance, Petey’s bark told Jill he was equally interested in the situation.
“No harm done,” said the woman, although she was frowning. “But you really should keep better hold of that dog.” The parents turned their backs on Jill and pushed the children ahead of them.
Jill narrowed her eyes. As if I wasn’t doing my best.
Back in the SUV, she gassed up and continued north, the sun already past high noon. Three more pit stops—but no more leash mishaps—and she finally exited the interstate, turning onto the winding roads leading to the rental.
Her mood darkened as the GPS route inched forward. Why had she thought this would work? Between walking the dogs and refereeing the guaranteed skirmishes between the canids and the cat, she would have little time to concentrate, let alone be creative.
The long, unpaved driveway to the rental led through thick stands of oak, maple and birch, until a final turn revealed the lake. The sudden quiet when she switched off the engine stopped the dogs from whining, and even Tux fell silent.
No other houses interrupted the scenery. She heard only the scolding of chickadees and the lap of water against the lakeshore. Out of the car, she breathed in the scent of pine and spruce.
Immersed in the serenity of the setting, Jill saw the dogs curled up beside her on the floor of the cabin, while she tapped at her keyboard, the cat tucked away in her own hidey hole. Thirty days of freedom. She was ready.
It’s time I shared my 2026 focus word. Every year I pick a word to be my main theme for the year. It’s something I’ve done since 2015. Last year, my word was Flourish. In 2024 it was Grow. For 2026, the word I picked is BALANCE.
I don’t know about you but I sometimes have a hard time keeping up with everything. Quiet time, family time, full-time day job, writing, family, health & exercise. I absolutely love this quote:

Writing and launching two books in 2025 was so much fun, but it also used up every waking moment I had available outside of my day job. This year I wanted to dial things back a bit to be … well … more balanced. Hence why I chose balance as my 2026 focus word.
That doesn’t mean I’m stopping writing. It’s more about aiming for more time in each area of importance in my life, while not having one part consume me over a long period of time. (although if I had to have one consume me, it’s the book-related one….I never tire of spending time in this area – lol).
Each year, I choose a main Bible verse to go along with my focus word.
For 2026, that verse is Ecclesiastes 3:1
“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”
I have also found some great quotes on this word, including:



This is my twelveth year choosing a word and I’ve enjoyed sharing and writing about my word on this blog. I have a section on my website where I’m building word pages so that if someone chose any of those words they could utilize the quotes and ideas.

I have more to share about my 2026 focus word, so stay tuned. In the meantime, I’d love to know what word you’ve chosen for 2026. Let me know in the comments.
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