When Hurricane Sandy nearly destroys Sadie’s home, she’s determined to restore it. She promised her dying grandmother she’d stay in the house until her schizophrenic father, who disappeared twenty years earlier, returns. The house is her only link to him.
Max has loved Sadie since sixth grade, but after their mutual friend died when they were teens, Sadie pushed him away. He’s finally found her a decade after graduation, and this time, he can’t bear to lose her again, certainly not to a flooded house hundreds of miles from home and her misguided hope of finding her father.
After discovering her house is underinsured, Sadie is caught between her love for Max and her need for her father. Can she trust God enough to let go of her only connection to her dad? Can she trust Max enough to let go of her heart?
If time and money were no object, Robin would travel all the time. Her goal is to visit every place in the world--twice. Because, as you know, the first time, you don't know exactly what you want to see. So you flit from one tourist attraction to another and enjoy every minute of it. But it's always on the last day that you find the best thing, and you don't have enough time to explore it properly, and you wished you'd discovered it first (but even if you had, you wouldn't know it was the best thing, because you hadn't seen everything else yet). So you have to go back a second time. It's just logical.
Alas, time is short and money is scarce, and Robin's family doesn't want to follow her all around the world, so she does the next best thing: she writes. In the worlds Robin creates, she can go back to the best places time and again. And when they're not perfect, that's all right--she just edits until they are.
In the real world, Robin is married to the man of her dreams, Edward, and together they have three children, Nicholas, Lexi, and Jacob. Her family is a close second on her list of priorities after her relationship with God.
So that's her life: God, husband, kids, and made-up worlds where she has complete control. Who could ask for more?