I’m so glad you can join me on the blog today 🙂 Please help me welcome our second author for What to Read Wednesday 🙂 Author Melissa West is visiting and sharing how she names her characters 🙂 Afterward check out her gorgeous cover for her book SILENT HEARTS, enjoy the excerpt and grab a copy.
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Take it away Melissa …
Hi there! Thank you for letting me stop by today!
To tell you a little about me, I write Southern romance with a dash of spice, and I love nothing more than meeting readers and book lovers, so stop by my Facebook page and say hi sometime!
As for my characters and how I name them, this is a tricky question, because it tends to vary by the book.
There are some books where the characters almost name themselves. They FEEL like a Jackson or a Trip or a Preston. The name comes to me as soon as I envision the character.
Other times, I will research word/name meanings and choose the name based upon how closely its meaning reflects my character’s personality.
But for the majority of my books, I put in a filler name as I begin drafting the book. Perhaps that name is “Anna” or “Ed” or whatever. Once I’m several chapters into the book and truly feel that I understand who the character is on a deeper level, I take to baby name sites. I then start perusing until I find a few names that I like and I test them in scenes. The right name always shows itself. And then once I have a first name, I actually research the last name based upon that character’s family heritage.
So that is how I come up with character names!
Hamilton brothers have horse racing in their blood, and their sprawling
Kentucky farm is the family’s pride and joy. But they’ve got plenty of passion
take the reins of the family business when his father died, but that doesn’t
make it any easier when the time comes. Especially with his two siblings
tempted by a shrewd offer from a huge corporation to buy Hamilton Industries.
Needing advice, Nick turns to his sensible childhood friend, Becca Stark—and
finds her suddenly grown-up beauty ignites brand-new confusion, and crystal
as she can remember, but she decided long ago that telling him would be a
mistake. Stubborn, strong Nick doesn’t see her as anything but the tomboy she
used to be—or does he? As she helps him untangle his feelings about the ranch’s
future, the familiar bond between them heats into an explosive attraction—and
the kind of love that just might take the lead…
Becca closed the freezer and then, missing its wonder, she fanned herself with her tank top. “It’s time I reconsider a move up north, but then snow and driving in snow.”
“Yeah, that’d be pretty dangerous with your track record.”
She continued to fan herself. “What? It was one mailbox, not the whole street.”
“All right, fine. Two. But I bought them replacements.” She grabbed a flyer from her stack of mail, folded it in half, and used it as a makeshift fan. “Ahhh.”
“What are you, menopausal or something?”
She pointed at him. “Watch your mouth, boy.” He laughed, the sound so glorious she almost closed her eyes again so she could bask in it, but then that would be all sorts of awkward, and Becca tried to maintain her cool around her best friend. Even if right now she was anything but cool in every sense of the word.
“Now spill it.”
Becca pulled out a bottle of water and leaned a hip against the counter.
“You could at least drink with me.”
“It’s five thirty. I like to keep my alcoholic tendencies for nighttime hours.”
“It’s P.M. That stands for nighttime.”
“Wow. Is that what that Ivy League education of yours taught you? ‘Cause you might want to ask for a refund. At least a partial, right? Because night starts with an N, not a P, and time starts with a T, not an M. And, in fact, P.M. stands for post meridiem, so you can send me that money they give you for the refund.”
“All right.” Nick pulled out his wallet, counted out several bills, and tossed them onto the counter. “Now go turn on the damn A/C. It’s hot in here.”
With a loud, long, and drawn-out sigh, Becca pushed the money back toward him. “You know I’m not taking that.”
“Well, I’m not taking it back, so take it or burn it.” He shrugged. “It’s nothing to me.”
“See that right there? That’s why you can’t get a solid date. No girl wants a guy who burns money. I mean seriously. Not only is that six shades of insane, but hello, fire hazard, right?”
He cracked a smile and she grinned back, lost in those amazing blue eyes, crystal clear even through his glasses. Years and years around him and she still couldn’t pinpoint the exact shade. They were sky blue with flecks of navy and turquoise. They were perfect…he was perfect.
And now she’d drifted into lala land again.
Southern romance and teen sci-fi romance, all with lots of kissing. Because who
doesn’t like kissing? She lives outside of Atlanta, GA, with her husband and
two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her
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