As a reader, the first two things that catch my eye when selecting a book are a snazzy cover and an intriguing book title. It is the book title that draws me in, piques my curiosity, and begs me to open the cover. As a writer, the title has to be a perfect conveyance of plot, genre, characters, and location without being too long or too short, too simple or too complicated. I prefer one-word titles for my current Felony Romance series and as a reader I’m drawn to one-word titles as well. The quest for a perfect one-word title is a never-ending challenge.
Inspiration hits me at the oddest times. Sometimes it’s a song lyric that I hear while I’m in the car driving. Other times it’s a phrase spoken by a friend. The best book titles appear from nowhere, on a billboard beside the road or on a scrap of paper meant for the trash can. I keep a list of potential book titles on my cell phone where I record all those spontaneous little bits of information and a master list on my computer. I actually came up with the title of my first novel, Intoxicated, before I developed the context for the book.
I don’t know how many times I’ve been deep in conversation with someone and said, “Wait a minute! That would be a great book title. I’ve got to write that down.”
Love is intoxicating, but the hangover can be agony...
Conservative, straight-laced Ally Taylor has the perfect life – successful fiancé, beautiful home, great career – until she catches her fiancé and best friend in bed. Desperate to shake off the sting of rejection, Ally heads to Felony, a notorious heavy metal club on the bad side of town. Even more dangerous than the bar is Jack Jameson, the hunky alpha male bartender whose smoldering dark eyes and dimpled smile turns her common sense to mush and her knees to noodles. After eight long years in a failed romance, the last thing Ally wants is to hook up with someone like Jack, but she can’t help wondering if he’s really as good in bed as his reputation suggests.
Jack Jameson has had his eye on Ally for months, drawn to her smart mouth and tightly wound self-control. When Jack finds Ally sitting on a barstool in his club, heartbroken and miserable, he’s more than happy to offer a little heat between the sheets to distract her. Too bad Ally’s not interested in his “hit-it-and-quit-it” philosophy. If only Jack could convince Ally that he’s tired of the endless parade of girls through his bedroom, she might see him in a different light.
Her cell phone rang and like an automaton, she answered it.
“Popsicle?” The voice on the other end of the call was deep and masculine, slightly rough, like gravel underneath silk.
“Jack?” Dismay gave way to pleasure at the sound of his voice, followed by a fluttering between her legs.
He chuckled, the sound warming her numb body. “Hi, baby. I missed having lunch with you today.”
“Look –– it’s really not a good time, Jack.”
“Why not?” He paused and she could picture the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke, a gleam in his dark eyes. “What are you doing?”
Oh, hell, she thought. Why fight it? She felt like a salmon swimming upstream only to be pushed back time and time again. The strength to resist had ebbed away with her latest disappointment.
“Uh, well, I’m sitting in a parking garage staring at the wall.”
“Bad day, baby?” His voice lowered to a caress that raised goose bumps on her arms. For some reason, the compassion in his voice brought tears to her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m having a bad day.”
“Come and see me,” he said. “I can make you forget all about it.” Like a lamb being lured to slaughter, she was powerless to resist him when he spoke in that tone.
“I’m not sure you can,” she replied as she traced the curve of the steering wheel with a finger.
“Such a pessimist. Come and see me,” he repeated, his voice turned seductive. “And take your panties off before you get here.”
Jeana was born and raised in Indiana where she lives today with her two crazy rat terriers Mildred and Mabel. She graduated from Indiana University with a degree in Speech and Hearing, something totally unrelated to writing. When she’s not busy dreaming up steamy romance novels, she loves to travel anywhere and everywhere. Over the years she climbed the ruins of Chichen Iza in Mexico, snorkeled along the shores of Hawaii, sailed around Jamaica, ate gelato on the steps of the Pantheon in Rome, and explored the ancient city of Pompeii. More important than the places she’s been are the people she has met along the way.
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