So, here’s this cover for my new book, FOR THE LOVE OF A PIRATE, coming from Avon in November.
We were talking about explicit last Sunday, right? Only then I was yakking about how to describe “the” scene – the act of love.
Now, here comes this cover, which kinda sorta more than hints at it. Let’s say, it sorta kinda puts it right out there. Except everyone’s clothed, sorta.
And they might just be talking, or debating poitics, or he’s trying to pin her down to the rock so the waves don’t get her wet. And she’s so carried away by his kind gesture that she’s….. in raptures.
(Hey, but we know what’s happening, and that’s not just those of us with dirty minds. Right?)
Forget that the couple are precariously perched on a crag whilst the sea churns around them, and that in all probability, whatever they’re doing, they’ll be shark bait whilst doing it in a moment, as they are swept out to sea.
Which brings up a point. Has a shark ever eaten a couple while they were making love? Or are sharks shyer than that? Or more discreet?
Meanwhile, what do you think of this cover? Too much or too little? They sure are handsome folks. But is what they are doing something that turns you on or off, buyer wise?
Mind, though I am often asked by readers, I will say it again: I have little to nothing to do with the covers on my books.
So, do you like it? Or would you, like a discreet shark, shy away from it?
Enquiring minds want to know!