Sometimes we caption a cover. Sometimes, Candy and I commit acts of random snark on a particularly bizarre romance cover.
And sometimes, I can’t figure out what the hell is going on in a cover, and I have to turn to you able folks.
Jennie forwarded me this image, and let the following words warn you as to what you are about to behold:
Dara Joy is re-releasing “That Familiar Touch” in e-book form, with a new cover.
One might think that nothing on the planet of Photoshop could possibly improve this cover, right?
But no, there’s more. A new cover. From Dara Joy. Ponder that a moment.
Done? You ready? I don’t think anyone is ever really prepared for this type of imagery, but ok. Go ahead.
What in the name of nipples is going on there? Clearly this story is about an oddly-tanned man who shields his manjunk from a shimmying assault from the three-quarters of a vacant-eyed harem dancer growing out of his abdomen. Right? RIGHT?!
If the cover tempts you beyond reason (really, beyond reason, because no amount of reasoning can make sense of it), you can buy it for $8.95 from Joy directly.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be at the eyebleach station.