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Okay so for September, our first author will be ROBIN NADLER!
WHO IS SHE?
An author who has written 22 books!
Robin Nadler is an author who loves the characters she has created and tells their story because it has to be told. Each character is different and she loves wearing their skin as she learn about herself through writing their story. Please check out her posts and feel free to share your thoughts, both constructive and helpful.
~~~ ROBIN’S BOOKS ~~~
Robin writes the Family by Choice series – there are 18 books out currently, with number 19 coming out on November 20!
1) Nothing Matters (Out of print at the moment)
2) If Only
3) Love Endures
4) The Unexpected
6) Heaven’s Tiny Tears
7) Courage Lies Within
8) Thundering Silence
9 A Son’s Anguish
10) One Final Kiss
11) No Surrender
12) Our Legacy
13) The Unthinkable
15) Breaking Point
16) A Father’s Heart
17) My Strongest Weakness
19) Coming soon!
Prequel to the series: Beautiful Disaster and A Forever Love
Stand-alone romance novels: Broken and Perfectly Imperfect
IF ONLY EXCERPT
Tommy moved quickly to the side when she came out, and she didn’t appear to see him. He was overwhelmed with emotion as he watched her walk away. He wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. She was raped? She was attacked like that? How does someone do something like that? He wanted to know more about her, about what she had been through. He hated himself for being such an ass to her. He knew Jack had been right, he was a jerk and he had no excuse. He was standing there, lost in thought when Brittany walked back over to the room with the girl’s mom. She looked at him, standing there and he looked at her. She felt her heart sink, having seen that look many times before. She helped the mother into the room and made sure they were okay before turning to walk out, closing the door behind her. She looked at Tommy and then turned to walk the other way.
“Red, I mean, Brittany, wait,” Tommy said.
She turned around and eyed him. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she kept walking until she got to an empty room, walked inside and closed the door behind her. She sank to the floor and let her emotions come out. She remembered that moment as if it were yesterday. She could hear the sounds and feel the pain. Her heart broke at the days and weeks ahead for the girl. She prayed that the news would be better for the girl than it had been for her. She heard a soft knock on the door. “Occupied,” she said.
“Red, it’s me, Tommy. I need to talk to you, please let me in. I know I have been an ass and I’m sorry, but I need to see you,” he felt an urgency to make this right, to take away her pain.
She sighed. What was his problem? She wasn’t in the mood for another argument. She opened the door. “I can’t handle a fight right now. When someone goes off on their own, it usually means they want to be alone. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself,” she turned away, but didn’t close the door.
“You are probably used to doing that, right?” He said and she looked at him before she sat down on a chair in the room. “Taking care of yourself. I recognize the trait because I’m the same way,” he walked in and sat down on the chair next to her and exhaled. “I want to apologize for how I have treated you. We got off on the wrong foot and I have done nothing but reinforce your idea that I am an ass.”
“So now that you overheard my personal business you have decided to be nicer to me?” She looked at him and sighed, her eyes red and tired. “Don’t bother, there is more to me that you won’t want to know.”
He didn’t flinch. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”
She looked at him, her eyes blazing. “Who do you think you are? You can’t just come in here, after hearing stuff about me that you had no business hearing and then poke around for more. You have no reason to be here and to be honest, I am simply not interested.”
He smiled softly at her. “I didn’t ask you to marry me; I just thought you might want to talk about it,” he stood up and walked in front of her, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bed. “You know, I apologized for my behavior, it wouldn’t kill you to do the same.”
She was beyond flabbergasted. Who was this guy? She stood up and faced him. “Look, I know that Jack and Stephanie like you, so I know there must be something there to like, but I am not in the mood to find out or to have this conversation. I just need to be alone for a while, please, can’t you respect that?” She couldn’t help it, but her emotions were at the breaking point. She turned away from him, put her head in her hands and sobbed.
Tommy felt terrible. He closed the gap between them and touched her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he stopped talking and she turned and collapsed in his arms. He held her and tried to comfort her as she cried. He had never felt so helpless. “Shh, it’s going to be okay,” he spoke to her but felt the hollowness of his words. She began to quiet down and pulled away, wiping her face.
“I ruined your jacket,” she said as she saw the spot her tears had made on his coat.
“I think it will dry,” he looked at her and wanted to hold her some more. “Can I get you anything?”
She shook her head, totally mortified. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me. I don’t usually do things like that.”
“Show emotion? I think you’re allowed. Anyone who witnessed what that girl had been through would be affected, let alone someone who,” he stopped, not knowing if he was crossing a boundary he shouldn’t.
“Someone who has also been raped?” She said softly. “Sometimes I feel like it happened yesterday,” she took a tissue and wiped her face. “I have separated myself so much from that moment. It’s bad enough I have to live with the scars every day, but I want so much for it not to be my defining moment. There is more to me than that event, and I can’t let it have that power over me,” she couldn’t believe she was being so open with a virtual stranger. But something had happened between them, a wall was cracked and a small sliver of ice had melted.
Tommy felt tears come to his eyes. “I don’t know what to say. I wish I had profound words of wisdom to make you feel better. I know when memories hit us in our lives; sometimes we just need to go through them. You can’t run from them and you can’t bury them or they will eat away at you.”
“You sound like you are speaking from personal experience.” Brittany said to him.
“I am, although I don’t mean to imply that I know a fraction of what you are going through. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was a freshman in college. After that, it was just me and my sister Julie. She was only 12. Sometimes I miss them with a profound sadness that just comes over me,” he looked at her, this woman who somehow brought out his most innermost fears. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to talk to her.
“I am so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine what you must have gone through,” she felt her heart ache for him.
Tommy wiped at his eyes and cleared his throat. “It is what it is, that’s what I tell myself. My parents raised me to believe in family and faith, and that has been their legacy. I raised my sister with those ideals and I try to make them proud,” he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I have a consult in a few minutes. Can I take you to dinner later?”
Brittany felt her heart sink. “Tommy, there is something else you should know about me.”
He looked at her. “Okay.”
“I am HIV positive.”
It was an unusual specialty, he knew, but for reasons he didn’t like to share, it was his calling. He sat back at his desk and stretched his tall frame. He was the top infertility specialist in the country, a title he earned by hard work and intense research. He was the best, and he would tell anyone who listened. It wasn’t as if he would ever have a child of his own; he wasn’t the commitment type. He had plenty of chances to see what happened to a couple after they were blessed with a child and he just never saw that for himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had offers; it was almost a weekly occurrence that someone requested him as a donor. That would never happen. He was content with the direction his life had taken and he didn’t need anything else.
“Dr. Bryant, you have a patient in room 3,” a voice came through his daydream.
He pressed the button on his phone, “Thanks Susan.” He wiped his eyes and took a last sip of his lukewarm coffee. Time to make someone else’s dream come true.
She should leave. There was no reason for her to be here. This was a silly fantasy and she knew it would never happen. She cursed her best friend Carrie for talking her into coming and she cursed her again for bailing on her when some sort of emergency happened at her job. Some people just weren’t meant to be mothers and that was fine. She was happy with her life and her job and as much as she always pictured herself with a child, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.
She ran her hand through her long chestnut locks and felt her tears prick her eyes. “Get a grip Frankel,” she said aloud. Her hormones were all over the place and being here, surrounded by pamphlets and photos of happy couples wasn’t helping. Lila Frankel wasn’t meant for that. It had taken months to make an appointment with the prestigious Dr. Bryant and she knew if she left, that would be it.
The thought didn’t deter her.
She just couldn’t do it. She would try to reschedule, or simply cancel. She jumped off the bed and went to open the door when her purse fell and the contents spilled over the floor. “Shit,” she swore and knelt down to pick everything up. She went to stand up just as the door opened and her head hit something and she heard a moan. She yelled and held her head and saw she had head butted a man in the crotch, right in the crotch. He was bent over moaning.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I think,” she stammered, rubbing her head.
“You think? Who head butts someone in the crotch? What is wrong with you?”
Lila got angry as she looked up and met his gaze. He had tears in his eyes as he tried to straighten up and she couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.
David was speechless. For the first time in his life, he had no words. This woman had punched him in the groin and was now laughing. Was he being punked? He looked around for a camera.
Lila wiped her eyes, the tears from laughter coming even though she knew it was completely inappropriate. “I’m so sorry.” She hiccupped.
He scowled. “I can see that.”
“No, really, I mean, I just looked up and it was all crotch,” she giggled.
David finally focused on her and his breath hitched. She was beautiful, soft tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes. When she smiled, her whole face lit up and he found her attitude contagious.
“Did someone put you up to this? Brian or even Jeff? This can’t just be some random appointment,” he looked at her.
She swallowed and her mouth was suddenly dry. He was like an Adonis. He was tall and dark and handsome and he had a tiny dimple that, shit, it was like a headlight, mesmerizing her. She blinked and shook her head, the giggly feeling gone and something else was there, something much deeper. “No one put me up to this. I was here for an appointment, but I needed to leave.”
His eyebrows creased. “Why were you leaving? Are you okay? I didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I?”
“I’m fine. Look, I’m kind of embarrassed and I don’t think you being my doctor would be a very good idea.”
“So you’re firing me?” He pursed his lips.
What was his problem? “No, I’m just saying that if I choose to discuss such personal issues with someone, I would rather it not be someone whose crotch I just planted my face into.”
“Maybe this is what you do. Is this exciting for you? Do you make appointments and wait to man handle the attractive doctors? I am an extremely busy man. I don’t have time for little girls with crushes.”
She was flabbergasted. “Seriously? Did you seriously just ask me that?”
Okay, so perhaps that was pushing it, but he was angry at her attitude and a little turned on, a thought that irritated him. “What would you think if you were me?”
She crossed her arms. “Well, let’s see. Maybe I had an emergency, maybe I got cold feet, maybe I had to use the bathroom, or maybe I had a question. I wouldn’t think it was a conspiracy to feel someone up. And as for attractive, I’ve certainly seen better.”
He snorted. “Not likely.”
She crossed her arms. “You should talk to somebody about your lack of self esteem.”
She was feisty; he liked that. “So when you, as you put it, felt me up, did you like what you felt?” He smirked.
“Nope, felt like a banana pepper with a few pebbles attached,” she didn’t miss a beat.
Now it was his turn. He burst out laughing. “Banana pepper? That’s the best you got?”
She needed him to stop laughing because his dimple was making her insides melt. “Maybe it was more like a fig.”
“Maybe an eggplant?”
She rolled her eyes. “So this was fun, but now I really have to go.”
He went to move when he dropped the chart. They both bent to pick it up and he smacked his nose into her chest.
“Ow, shit,” she said and held her hand on her chest.
“Damn,” he said and rubbed his nose. “Are you okay?”
She rubbed her chest and he swallowed thickly. She needed to stop that, right now.
“No, you hurt me,” she said.
“Well you hurt my nose.”
“Right, because my chest is so hard?”
“I think a wire cut me.”
“I don’t wear under wire,” she said.
“I know, just wanted to be sure.” He winked.
“I think they are swelling,” she said and then realized her words. “Can you just go before I die of embarrassment?”
He smiled. “Do you want me to check them out?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Right, so shall we start the appointment?” He sat down on the chair.
“Not if you were the last doctor on the planet,” she said and stalked out.
David watched her leave and tossed the chart on the counter. Maybe he just dreamt that. No one could have such a weird experience. He chuckled to himself and moved to adjust his crotch. She really smacked him hard. Perhaps a warm bath was in order. He stood up and saw something on the floor. He reached down to pick it up and the door swung open, knocking him to the floor.
“Fuck,” he said and saw her standing there again. “What is your deal?”
“I don’t have my keys, I must have dropped them,” she faced him and saw her keys on the floor. “There they are,” she reached for them and Susan opened the door, smacking Lila on the behind and propelling her to David. She hit his chest and he fell back, his head hitting the chair, knocking him out.
“Oh, shit,” Lila said and the next thing she heard was Susan calling for security. In no time flat, strong arms pulled her off of David and held her arms behind her back. That’s it, she was never even thinking of having a child again.