I’m super excited to show you my new ebook cover!
The Maid and the Cook
In contrast to the torrid reds of The Devil’s Luck cover, John and Brigit’s story merited a lighter, sweeter vibe. Yes, they’re still pirates, and yes, the characters are still salty and rough around the edges, but if you’ve read the story already you know that the maid and the cook’s tale was far more delicious discovery and good fun than all the angst and trauma the poor Widow Collingwood braved before finding her way.
But wait a minute … didn’t John Bone have a shaved head and a long red beard done up in twin braids? Who the hell is this guy? Well, my friends, the world of stock photography for romance novel covers has its limitations and, believe it or not, there are almost zero bald or bearded guys among the images available. Now I did go to the trouble to photoshop a bald head on Benjamin Till for the Devil’s Luck cover, but let me tell you: that was a wild and hairy pain in the ass, the details of which I won’t bore you with, suffice to say I decided not to tear all my hair out doing it again. Much like pirates thinking about the lassies they left back at port when it comes time to take matters in hand, ya’ll are going to have to use your imaginations. That being said, I went with this image because of the number of scenes where Brigit finds the cook at her back the way these two are standing. Mmmmm … If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my bunk.
I am in the process of editing The Maid and the Cook for Amazon right now. I’d say I’m about half finished, and it’s going quickly. I’d like to have it up and ready for purchase early December. People on my email list will be notified on release day.
OK! I guess I need to get back to editing! I shall leave you with a passage from the story that makes me smile every time. I love these two!
“Now Brigit,” he said, leaning in, as they made their way along the deck, “these are not bad men, truly, but they are a bit rough. I wouldn’t be expecting fine language or graceful conversation from this lot, even if their own mothers showed up on the quarterdeck.”
She laughed as they strolled in the lantern light towards the raucous sounds of gaming men. “Do you worry about my tender ears, John Bone,” she teased, tilting her face up to direct the words quietly at him and no one else, “with all your talk just hours ago of me taking your cock?”
The massive bald man at her side sputtered and coughed his way into a deep chuckle at this, and squeezed at her hand anew as they approached the small, but noisy gathering. “Christ, girl,” he said as he pulled himself together, “my face’ll be as red as my beard. Ye may be worse than half the men.”
“Then we shall get on well, Mr Bone.”
