When I was a teenager, my favourite band, Judas Priest, put out a record called Turbo. It was (and is) derided by hardcore fanboys because Priest experimented with synthesizers (it was 1986) and they were trying for a more mainstream sound (again, 1986, so think Van Halen, Poison, Def Leppard, etc), but it was (and is) one of my favourites because it and I went through puberty together.
One of the songs on it is called Wild Nights, Hot & Crazy Days, and I adopted this as my personal anthem as a teen and well into my 20’s.
Fast forward 36 years, and when I wrote the story of my life Wild Nights, Hot and Crazy Days was a natural choice for the title.
My other book is a fantasy story about a dude named Daecon (rhymes with bacon) discovering by accident that he is a shapeshifter. He stumbled into this new world of magic and magical races and now must navigate his way through it while he tries to discover where he belongs. Finding Daecon’s Way seemed a fitting title.