Today, Romancing the Darkside, along with Sizzling PR welcomes author Maggie O'Malley with her latest release Claiming Their Cat, a sexy werewolf menage. Maggie is here to talk about her new book and share how she chooses her Alphas' names. Stick around and say hi!
Alpha Character Names
by Maggie O'Malley
by Maggie O'Malley
Do I carefully select names for my alpha characters? Absolutely. A lot of personal experience plays into the naming of characters. I’ll never use Timothy for an alpha, because I knew a guy is school, and he wasn’t an alpha—quite the opposite, actually. But to you, Timothy may not carry that same connotation. I wouldn’t use Dana for a man’s name even though it is. Dana is female here in the south. Graham wouldn’t do for me either, but I would use Gray for a sophisticated fellow. Jake reminds me of a cowboy.
Names have meanings to me. Tommy sounds like the boy next door. Butch and Billy sound like a bully. Ruddy sounds like a wimp. Rascal sounds like a dog’s name…Opps. Sorry. Got carried away.
In Claiming their Cat, Draco is a friend of Rio’s, and he’s a vampire with a vampire name. Draco sound like Dracula. Now, if I were creating other worlds with untried names, I’d have more leeway, but I wouldn’t use a puny name like Sal, Slimdo, or Weaknim, but more along the lines of Magmas, or god names like Thorsen, or maybe Diestheon for an alien bad guy. For current day heroes, you can’t go wrong with Rio, Creed, Jack, Slade, Sam, Zack, but not Zachary, Tate, J.D., Rucker, and Rafferty.
Nicknames should also mean something and fit the character. In Claiming Their Cat, Rabid Rio is a gun for hire, the best in the business. Blade would be a good name for someone’s who is handy with a knife. For secondary characters, I’d use nicknames like Gizmo for the geek, or joker for the comedian in the group.
In Claiming Their Cat, Rio and Creed are my alpha males and in my mind, these are fitting names. Fred is a secondary character in my story. He’s an old werewolf, ex-marine, and he owns a diner. Now, if I flip these names, Fred being the alpha hero and Rio being the diner owner, would this work? Not to me.
Names are everywhere. When I watch ballgames on TV—I love baseball, basketball, and football—I’m on the lookout for unique alpha names and foreign names. I jot them down for later. I also scan the county arrest websites. I’m not joking. It’s easier than going to the phonebook. If I can’t find an alpha’s name, then maybe the villain’s name.
So why do I use careful consideration on selecting alpha names? Because I want them to be unforgettable. stuck in your head. I want the name to match the man.
Please forgive me if I’ve stepped on a name that you’re married to or actually like. It’s all about personal experience and totally my opinion.
I’m Maggie O’Malley, and I’m glad to be here today. What are your thoughts on alpha names?
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CLAIMING THEIR CAT
by Maggie O'Malley
s mistress. With no money, what choice did she have?
Rio Wolff has found his mate, and she’s carrying another man’s child, not that it makes a difference to a werewolf. Cat’s running from the bastard, and only he can save her. It would help if she’d stop trying to run away every time he turns his back.
Creed Wolff gazes at the beauty standing in his kitchen and wonders why Rio has broken the rule never to bring a female home. She’s Creed’s mate so he can forgive his brother. Now he needs to replace Rio’s scent with his.
Cat can’t believe she lets both brothers pleasure her. Finally, she’s found a place where she feels safe, protected, and loved. But her world crashes when she finds out they have sold her to Alvarez.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Ménage (m/f/m), anal play/intercourse, sex with toys, and spanking.
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An Excerpt from Claiming Their Cat
The hairs on the back of Rio’s neck stood on end which meant that something was about to happen, He never ignored his instinct which meant enjoying his coffee in peace would soon come to a screeching halt.
An eighteen-wheeler skidded to a stop outside the diner, and a small woman threw herself from the cab, surely she wasn’t the cause of his uneasiness. Anything was possible since women were nothing but a pain the ass.
The woman picked herself up, gave the driver the one-finger salute, and then flagged down another trucker. In the blowing rain, it was a wonder someone didn’t run over her ass. This close to the Mexican border was no place for a female to be running around by herself. Human trafficking was a problem, but if the woman was crazy enough to flag a stranger down, then Rio wasn’t going to try to talk some sense into her. He didn’t go looking for trouble. Trouble always found him.
“You need your cup warmed?” Fred asked from behind the counter.
“Nah, I’m good for now, but you can make another pot. I’ll need another fresh cup before I leave.”
“You know you shouldn’t sit by the window.”
Fred was right. It wasn’t the brightest idea to be sitting at the huge window of the diner. After all, he could count the number of friends he had on one finger, and the number of enemies were too many to count. Dying didn’t frighten him—he just wasn’t ready yet. Besides, it was hard to kill a werewolf. Several had tried, and several had died trying. The last time he saw his shiichoo, Apache for grandmother, she foretold of a woman who would almost be the death of him. All the more reason he’d let that woman out there in the rain crawl into another truck. The almost of her warning wasn’t something he wanted to test.
After this job, he was heading back to the little town across the border to find the woman who stole his money eight months ago. Hell, even in his mind that sounded like bullshit. Rio could care less about the money, but the mystery woman might be his mate. He wasn’t sure. He’d been drunk on his ass with too many tequila shots. His wolf remembered her soft flesh and smelling sweet, but not a scent he could put his finger on—yet. Her identity was a mystery too because she’d insisted he keep the lights off. He hadn’t cared at that time. He’d just needed a warm pussy to drive his cock home, and she had one, nice and tight and slick.
And that’s all he remembered.
He’d awakened with a headache, the smell of her sweet sex filling the air, a dick as hard as steel, and his money missing.
Funny thing was no one at the brothel remembered anything about this anonymous woman, and he was skilled at intimidating interrogation tactics. Rio didn’t smell any lies on those he interrogated, so he’d either been so drunk his wolf had made a mistake, or the people he needed to question were long gone. Or she was a ghost. Either way, he had to find out.