Flying False Colours
You know who you are. What do you think you are doing with this cover? Does your story feature a swashbuckling, manly tale ala Ahab and his whale or the Master and Commander? Set the t’gallants, run out the guns and fire on the uproll! This looks more like “Rum, sodomy and the lash” as Churchill described the British Navy, rather than the long tresses, passionate kisses and hawt sex of a romance novel.
We realize that romance authors are trying to increase their readership but isn’t this taking it a bit too far? It almost makes us long for the bare chested Fabio days. How many poor men looking for Patrick O’Brien, Alexander Kent or Dudley Pope did you snooker into buying this? And at hardcover prices too? And how many people who might be looking for a romance story passed this up?
Ms. Author, run up your true colours and sail proudly under them. And readers, can you guess who this is?