Thankfully, I can keep the title as is for Runaway Bride. Even if I can’t use it in the sense that she bolts on her wedding day to Nick, I can use it because she runs away to marry Mark. What a relief. I really liked that title.
Thanks for the great ideas for titles. I’m bookmarking them for future books. :D
Okay. Today I thought for the story sample, I’d give a look at Nick who starts out as Lexie’s fiancé. This scene takes place while Lexie and Nick are at a restaurant. (Keep in mind, it’s a first draft.)
Biting her lower lip, Lexie glanced at the menu and then returned her gaze to him. “Nick, why do you want to marry me?”
He chuckled and placed his glass back on the table. “Because I love you, silly.”
“Why? Because you’re you.”
“But what is it about me that you love?”
Shooting her a teasing grin, he said, “Everything. I like the whole package.”
“Of course, I do.”
“Then can you tell me something you like about me?”
“Lexie, what’s this about?” he asked.
Trying to determine the best way to answer, she set the menu down and folded her hands over her lap. “It’s about us. You and me. What is it about us that makes sense?”
“There’s plenty that makes sense. You’re gorgeous. You’re graceful. You’re elegant. You’re everything I want in a wife.”
The server came over to them and asked for their order.
“I’ll have a Bahama Mama to drink. To eat, I’ll have the crab cakes, lobster tail, and shrimp cocktail combo. For dessert, I’ll have a slice of chocolate cake,” he replied.
“That sounds good. I’ll have the same,” she added.
He cleared his throat. “I think you meant everything except the chocolate cake, sweetheart.”
She lowered her voice and said, “It’s just one slice.”
“But is it wise to do that when you’re so close to the art exhibit and wedding?”
The server shifted from one foot to the other. “I can come back.”
“No need,” Nick replied. “One slice of cake will be enough.”
Lexie opened her mouth to protest but decided a piece of cake wasn’t worth a public argument, so she indicated her agreement with a nod and waited for the server to leave before speaking. “There has to be something about me—about my personality—that you like.”
“Okay. That’s fair.” He unfolded the cloth napkin and settled it on his lap. “You’re compliant. That’s a very important trait for a wife of a doctor. With my job comes a lot of demands, and I need a wife who’s understanding of those demands. You’re perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to spend the rest of my life with.”