Shadows and Sexy Puma Men

I wasn't going to post again until I gave Skye a looong chance to catch up... but if I post today, my posts totally take over the front page of the blog, and I win. Nyeh nyeh, this blog is all me. Heehee.

Updates on the writing front:

Love In Shadow now has a release date. I know, right? As authors, we're taught to wait patiently for months and months for our release date, only to have it pushed back at the last moment until we scream, "Uncle! Uncle, damn publisher! You win! I don't care about my release date!" But apparently in the eBook world, it's different. I got a contract in the middle of February and my release date is March 23. How awesome is that?

[Plug plug: I now expect you all to have 3 eDollars ready to plunk down for my fantastic piece of American literature on March 23. You have been warned.]

Puma Man (which is totally not what I'm calling it, thankyouverymuch Bryn) is a little more than halfway done. I'm considering where to send it, and am still undecided. My publisher keeps begging for dark paranormal, which is the category in which I'd stick Mr. Puma, but I want a pretty cover. (Call me vain, but pretty covers make me happy.) Anyway, be looking for a sexy California cougar shifter coming soon from moi. Added bonus: The setting is my sweet, quaint hometown of Redlands, California. It really has become more of a character than a setting in the story and I love that. It makes my spidey-sense tingle. Added added bonus: Um, sexy cougar guy. Need I say more?

Remove Tongue From Cheek, THEN Post

In the romance eBook world, cover art is infamous for its... well, shall we say, interesting male specimens. I believe the Smart Bitches over at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books coined the term "Man Titty." Romance eBook covers overflow with abundant Man Titty. Sometimes it's computer-generated Sims-people Man Titty, which is even awesomer.

So imagine my excitement when I found in my inbox this morning my brand new cover art!

"Hooray!" I squealed, immediately quivering with anticipation at seeing my very own book covered in computer-generated Sims-people Man Titty.

Now, if you can, imagine my heartbreak at discovering, not a cover composed entirely of male pectorals, but the following:

"Oh woe!" cried I. "Oh spite! The universe doth surely hate me to deny its bountiful Man Titty... Though I suppose," I sighed, "the picture very much resembles my heroine. And, I suppose," I sighed once again, "there really isn't any Man Titty in the actual story."

I squared my shoulders, wiped away my tears, and resolved to love my (sadly lacking in Man Titty) eBook cover.

It's growing on me. What do you think?