Last but not least on my journey through the leftovers lying about on the cutting room floor after editing my latest Harlequin Romance DATING THE REBEL TYCOON, (check out an older post to see what I mean), I can reveal my working title was...
HEAVENLY BODIES
I love an apt working title and this was one of my particular faves ever, I must admit! My heroine Rosie is an astronomer, and being that it is a romance novel both Rosie and Cameron are fairly goreous on the eye. So it fit like a glove.
DATING THE REBEL TYCOON - which was the title my editor came up with - fits the book to a T as well. Cameron is a rebel. He's the outcast son of the prominent Kelly family. And that's all Rosie and Cameron think they are doing at the beginning of the book - dating. Oh little did they know what I had in store for them!
To give you an idea of what I mean. here's a taste test you won't find anywhere else...
Cameron said, You’re in a profession which must be lousy with men. How is it you haven’t succumbed to sweet nothings whispered in the dark by some guy with a clipboard and a brain the size of the Outback?’
‘Lousy is the operative word,’ Rosie admitted.
‘Mmm. It can’t help that your colleagues all have Star Trek emblems secreted about their persons.’
‘Oh ho! Hang on a second. I might be allowed to diss my fellow physicists, but that doesn’t mean you can.’
‘Is that what I just did?’
‘Yes! You just intimated all astronomers are geeks.’
‘Aren’t they?’ he said without even a pause.
She sat up straight and held a hand to her heart to find it beating harder than normal, harder than it even had when she was a green teen. It had more than a little to do with the unflinching, alpha male thing he’d found within himself in the intervening years. It spoke straight to the stubborn independence she’d unearthed inside herself.
‘You realise you are also insinuating that I am a geek?’ she said.
This time there was a pause. But then he came back with, ‘Yes. You are a geek.’
Her mouth dropped open then slammed back shut. Mostly because the tone of his voice suggested it didn’t seem to be the slightest problem for him that she might be a geek.
‘Rosalind,’ he said in a way that made her want to flip her hair and lick her lips and breathe out hard.
‘Yes?’ she sighed before she could stop herself.
His next pause felt weightier. She cursed herself beneath her breath and gripped the teeny tiny phone so tight her knuckles hurt.
‘I realise its last minute, but I was wondering if you had plans for dinner.’
And don't forget to read about Cameron's brother Dylan in GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE. Out now across the UK. Australia & New Zealand in October. North America in November. Labels: Dating the Rebel Tycoon, harlequin romance
My hubby gave me a camera for my birthday. A fancy one. With lenses and several different flash settings and aperture thingies and white balance and too many functions to even begin to pretend I've figured them out as yet. But it's beautiful. Truly. Even on auto, point and click and the kids look like they've stepped out of a Pumpkin Patch catalogue. 
In fact I've have spent so much of the past couple of weeks following my poor daughters around with the thing permanently hanging from my neck. Toddler Girl hit a point where she started complaining every time the camera came out. Hence the number of photos of her pretending to cry ;). Then she realised by my taking photos she could continuously look at pictures of herself in return. The mirrors in the house are getting a break ;).
Is it strange that my husband and I, rather than settling back in bliss that we are finally alone, manage to spend every evening scrolling through pictures of the girls after they've fallen asleep?
GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE
