This Book Needs a Name
So here I go – all this week I’ve been researching and outlining book three. (Yes, I am actually a plotter, despite my aversion to storyboards and worksheets and notecards. I just write it all out in narrative form in one big file.) I’m so excited about this book. It brings all the characters from my previous books back into the mix: Lucy, Jeremy, Sophia, and Gray all have minor parts to play. There’s going to be a secondary romance, which is a new challenge for me. Therefore, this one requires a bit more plotting and (erp) organization before I even begin.
What it’s missing is a working title.
To recap, the titles of books one and two are:
Goddess of the Hunt
Surrender of a Siren
So from this pattern, the third should ideally include:
a) The word “of”
b) Some sort of mythological or divine reference.
Here’s the blurb:
All Isabel Grayson wants is to save the world. Is that too much to ask? Ashamed of inheriting her family’s ill-gotten wealth and her mother’s exotic, sensual beauty, Bel has decided to redeem both by trading them for influence. She’s come to London to marry a nobleman—ideally one who shares her passion for social justice, but any gentleman with a seat in the House of Lords will do. She’s looking for Lord Honorable; she’ll settle for Lord Malleable. But she falls in love with Sir Toby.
Sir Toby Aldridge just wants his life back. Before his fiancé jilted him and made him a laughingstock, he was the ton’s most ruthless flirt. When he spies Isabel on a secluded verandah, he sees the perfect balm for his bruised pride. Not only is she an angel inhabiting a body designed for sin, she’s fresh off the boat from the West Indies. Determined to impress Bel before any humiliating rumors reach her ears, Toby turns on the charm. When she professes an interest in politics, he impulsively tells her he’s destined for a seat in Parliament.
When Toby’s joking proposal of marriage meets with Bel’s eager acceptance, he’s stunned. When she announces their engagement in a crowded ballroom, he’s horrified. And when he learns Bel’s sister-in-law is the woman who jilted him, he’s doomed. His pride can’t take another broken engagement; Bel won’t marry him unless he makes good on his promise to run for MP. And against all reason, she seems to believe in him. Can Toby, a hopelessly shallow flirt, unearth a passion for justice and a hidden talent for politics? Doubtful. But then, Toby only promised to run. He never promised he’d try to win.
Of course, all of these are subject to change, but I feel sort of adrift without some sort of title.
Actually, the file on my computer already is called something Sara Lindsey dreamed up, which is so perfect:
Toby or Not Toby MP
I think that’s already this book’s sentimental title, like Goats on a Boat was for book two. (The first book, in case you’re wondering, was Regency House Party Massacre.)