Shiloh Walker has offered up 5 copies of her February release Fragile to Bitchery members who can identify that smell. What smell?
Note the wafting vapor between the woman and the dude? I’ve decided that’s a smell of some sort. What is it? Identify that smell in the comments in the next 24 hours, and Shiloh and I will pick the 5 best entries (humorous, odorous, whatever).
Winners are humbly asked to post a review or their thoughts of the book on their own blogs, or to post them as a comment to the winner’s announcement tomorrow. So – bring it on. What’s that smell?
Its blueberries!
Just looking at that smoke reminds me of school dances in middle school. They had a crappy fog machine (you wouldn’t believe how many times I typed ‘frog machine’ it is definitely time to go to bed), and for some reason this fog machine had smoke that smelled like blueberries.
And the smoke is blue…and there is a blueberry man approaching. And from the body language of the gal in the foreground she obviously likes blueberries. Okay, seriously going to bed now. 😛
Why, it’s the new Burger King Flame scent, of course.
That’s what the look over the shoulder is from – “Mmm…Burger King? No, something…different.”
He really shouldn’t need to use that much though.
Please! The dude is obviously giving off pheromones! See how the chick’s gaze is riveted to him? Huh? Huh? Huh?
(Anyway, the street is too clean for the vapor to be sewage -something I’ve smelled too often lately. Fix the pipes already!)
No, wait! Shiloh, what’s a bhrother doing on your cover, giving off his mating scent?
This woman obviously lives where I live (Hachinohe, Aomori, Japan), and it is obviously either Tuesday or Wednesday. Why? Because on Tuesday and Wednesday they burn the trash and the whole town smells of cow dung and cat piss with the occasional odor of rotten fish. She is waiting for her boyfriend as he approaches through the smog.
(I’m pretty sure that this is not a vampire book but really the way the light focuses on her neck? It’s kinda like an advert…“Get your lunch here!” “Bite here for good eats” or something XD)
It’s got to be fanboy-funk. He’s just left a comic convention and has spent the last three days crammed into a room with other non-bathing males.
It’s feta cheese with just a hint baby vomit. It’s says I can cook and I’m caring. Here’s hoping you have a gag reflex kid.
Are they down wind from a fastfood dumpster? I don’t see any stray cats.
Pine-scented farts.
Oops, sorry. That was my morning, wasn’t it? Nothing says ‘time to write a love scene’ like the perpetual fiance tooting up the entire first floor, lighting a holiday candle to not-disguise the evidence, and then blaming it on the corgis.
As for Shiloh’s cover, that’s way too sexy for it to be pine-scented farts. I’m thinking it’s steam from a nearby bakery, all yummy-flavored and pretty much shouting let’s-get-naked-and-roll-around-in-the-canoli-filling.
Which so wasn’t how my morning went. Le sigh.
The building is on fire, and it isn’t her fault.
(Sorry, couldn’t resist a nod to Jim Butcher.)
water34—quick, put some water on that guy, and maybe he’ll grow.
It’s the scent of another … Sandalwood… Leather…is that a hint of patchouli?
Midknyt deserves to get one just for mentioning the the BK scent! That commercial is awful but funny.
Misty hoped her casual, yet watchful, pose would disguise the intentional use of her powerful pheromone…mist. Misty wanted to attract this man, but didn’t want to be obvious. Unfortunately, Misty’s pheromone…mist…was just that. A visibly obvious manifestation of Misty’s body chemistry.
Its the female leaving a trail of pheromones for the guy to follow. Something fresh and sweet and citrus-y with a hint of vanilla, that brightens his world in a dark and terrible city!
Or it could just be the smell of sewage wafting up from the grates.
As the handsome stranger mumbled “Beam me up, Scotty,” an enticing scent of heather and haggis wafted through the alleyway.
It’s the scent of trying to teach a three-year-old to wipe after every potty visit, then getting to the holiday party and realizing the lesson isn’t really…taking.
Doc Jess made me snort hot apple cider with her answer. It stings worse than coffee! LOL
It looks like the smell is wafting from her face and upper arm, so my guess it’s that all-purpose female smell: a combination of hairspray, makeup, fabric softener, sweat, and maybe some mint gum or something.
Now, I think that it is actually a good smell. I suspect that the smell has to do with “that manly scent, soap, hard work, and the essence of male”. While that is not a direct quote, I see that basic idea in romance novels, where everyone bathes daily no matter what time period they take place in, and no matter what rank the guy is. Of course, it comes against her scent, the “utterly feminine, with a bit of citrus and a spicey, heady womanly smell” from her magic va-jay-jay. This cover illustrates what happens when the scents collide.
For some reason this cover reminds me of the TS Elliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” In particular the first 2 stanza’s. Hence it’s the miasma of broken dreams, “Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels /And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.” Is that ether I smell?
Duh, it’s a romance. It has to be chocolate! Probably some sort of decadent “Death by Chocolate” smell. The guy is hot, but the look on her face says she’s calculating how much chocolate she could eat and still fit into her pants.
Oh, man…I think I already know one that I’m going to pick…
That guy following looks like a zombie. And we all know zombies exude the scent of what they had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. That’s the smell of “Braaaains!” obviously.
I also thin the BK Flame deserves a book, that and the T.S. Elliot.
Personally, I think she had one too many egg salad sandwiches for lunch and that smell …. it isn’t pleasant. That’s why she’s about to dart down that side street so the guy back there won’t associate her with the brimstone-like stench.
Sunday looked back to see her stalker fast approaching and thanked the gods she had the foresight to learn from her brothers how to fart on command.
It’s Vicks VapoRub. The guy should be home in bed with the humidifier running, but will he admit that? Of course not.
It smells like what the Rock is cooking.
(I just really really wanted to say that)
BTW, how awesome is that cover?
The smell of lustful wanting?
LOL!
Smells like teen spirit!
Why does it look like his head and torso are on backward? I thought he was walking away until I saw the legs.
It is the stench of the underworld.
“I smelt a smelly smell
That really smells a lot
But then I noticed what it was
It scared me half to death…”
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
What are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat
It’s not your fault…
Smelly cat is attached to her jacket, you just can’t see him from this angle.
It clearly is the smell of a spicy, hot and steamy shower that man recently stepped out of; our heroine knows this due to her its-not-stalking-its-love skills.
It’s the scent of desire…passion…yearning…unrepentant animal magnetism…and it smells like Snuggle fabric softener and chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmmm…
It’s the smell of de’feet’, his that is, looks like her werewolf lover has stepped in his own crap again. Sigh, one of these days he’ll learn to change in the house instead of the yard.
It was what came off our train after 24 hours of being on it.
Seriously.
Wafts of ancient stone dust, smelling slightly of rat piss and stale beer, from the letters at the bottom (FRAGILE) crumbling into ruins!
I hope I win, I hope I win, I hope I win!
Its the smell of my nephew’s goalie equipment after a hard came, and its hanging up in the laundry room and your not looking at what your doing and………U WALK INTO IT FACE FIRST!!!!!!!!!! THE HORROR
That’s the smell of David Hasselhoff walking out of your life forever—a hint of peppermint, a splash of sex, and just a wiff of that scent that only the Hoff can identify. De-lightful!
The smell that hovers between the two souls is the smell of the night in a dark alley of any big city teeming with people. It is the smell of urine mixed in with rotten food leftover in a dumpster nearby. It is the smell of smokes casually thrown on the footpath with casual abandon. Along with these decaying odors, the night also holds the aroma of the tuberoses that just bloomed in a garden just a few blocks away, a perfume so sweet and strong that every corner of the night holds a little bit of it. Then there is the assorted smell of the humans – the whiff of the womanly talc and the distinct masculine scent with a hint of Old Spice.
This is the intoxicating fragrance, full of darkness, sweetness and humanity that remains suspended at the corner every concrete structure until the sunlight evaporates it.
How is that for the maximum number of synonyms smell in one post? and maybe a win?
Clove cigarettes coming out of the disco somewhere in Spain.
As he strides toward her, he is preceded by a cloud of Axe. She’d known he worried a little too much about body odor, but she didn’t know his ego was quite so… Fragile.
(couldn’t resist, sorry)
market25: why no, I’m not in the market for a 25-year-old, but she seems to be.
“Mommy! I poo-pooed!”
But I love Cynthia’s and Evabaruk’s!
Time to bust out context clues!
I’m guessing from the architecture, slightly uneven sidewalk, and creepy back alley feel, they are in a place similar to Savannah, GA. And if they are, I’d say that cloud is a scented mix of shattered ghost dreams, river bank, mossy trees, strawberry toffee, Baptist church gymnasium and horse urine with a light overtone of whiskey vomit. That or the local art students are having another impromptu zombie walk and the fog machine went haywire again. Which would explain the whiskey vomit pretty well…
Hey, a cloud that murky has to be at least that complex.