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What’s in a name?
I love writing books but I have to admit I’m a little OCD with names and titles. They have to be perfect and fit the characters or I can’t write. Yeah, you read that right. I can’t write. Not only that, but I end up frustrated if the name doesn’t fit.
For my super smexy Wolf Protector the names of all my characters came to me easily. Trent Buchanan I pictured the minute my mind conjured a sexy alpha male with an ego the size of Alaska. Then there was Erica Villa. A feisty Latina who grew up without a family. Her name came to me in pieces. The first one was easy but her last name came when I passed a coworker’s desk and focused on her last name. I said that’s it! LOL Erica was good to go. Tony Ramirez, Latin heartthrob and a pain in the butt was another that just came to me. Jane Donovan was my anti plain Jane. She’s gorgeous, fiery and she kicks ass. And then there’s Brock. The leader of the FPU calls them all by their last names. But I never mention his first name. There’s a good reason for that. He’s not particularly fond of it and so he prefers to use his last name. Erica knows what it is, but she keeps it to herself.
Names are very important when I write because I need to feel the connection with the character in order to tell their story well. I like to find a name that fits the character. I like strong sounding names that are also appealing to me. I hate names that throw me off.
A woman with a secret…
The Federal Paranormal Unit is an elite squad of supernaturals dedicated to solving missing persons cases. Erica’s gift allows her a special connection with the crime, but it comes at a deep personal cost… Until now, she’s kept her gift a secret, even from the other members of the team. But this case will throw her together with Agent Trent Buchanan. He’s the object of her secret desires, but he’s also a cocky womanizer. She’d rather swim in shark-infested waters with a paper cut than admit she has feelings for him.
A man with one desire…
Wolf Shifter Trent wants Erica more than he’s ever wanted any woman. He’s spent years patiently waiting for her to admit that she wants him too. Working one-on-one in a race to find a serial killer, Trent’s patience and Erica’s resolve wear thin. When Trent discovers the truth about Erica, will he accept her for who she is? And can he protect her from the horrors that her gift brings?
A case that pushes them to the edge…
Erica will have to risk it all if she wants to stop the killer, and when she does, Trent may have to put his own life on the line to make sure his mate is protected…
“Brock, he’s doing it again!” Erica glared at the Casanova walking beside her, hating how good he looked in his black T-shirt and ass-hugging jeans. Trent Buchanan. He was her daily temptation and ultimate fantasy. And she’d rather wax her nipples in public than admit it to him. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, twisting and twirling her into one giant, aroused mess.
“What’s Buchanan done this time, Villa?” Brock, their team leader, asked without looking up from the papers on his desk.
“He’s staring at me.” She growled and dropped in one of the empty chairs, huffing out a breath.
Buchanan, The Bastard, as she liked to refer to his cute ass, grinned at her. His full, sexy lips caught her immediate attention. “Excuse me, I can’t help it if it’s a beautiful day, and I’m glad it’s Friday. You’re a grump, Villa.”
It was so unfair that she had to keep pushing him away when her body wanted to curl around his big frame. But if she ever did that she’d turn into another Trent groupie, and that was not her thing. She’d seen the other women in the department walk after him, ogling and almost drooling, as if he were the lead singer in a rock band. Pathetic.
Buchanan folded his arms over his massive chest. Erica’s entire body throbbed every time she looked at him. She drank in the inciting vision and argued with her lust for dominance. Disgusted with her body’s responses, she glared at him again. Her eyes strayed to the scar on his upper lip. She gulped and curled her fingers into her palms, digging her nails deep. Whenever she glanced at the tiny scar, she wanted to nibble and run her tongue over it. It was driving her insane. Thankfully he couldn’t read her mind, or he’d be having a hell of a time making fun of her tough talk.
“Villa, just look at me.” He opened his muscled arms wide and did a full circle for her. Once he was facing her again, he leaned on the wall. He winked at her. “If you didn’t have a stick the size of Texas up your ass, you’d realize what a catch I am.”
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
So, Milly wants to know: What about you? Have names had an impact when you read a book? Thanks for reading!