Am I the only person alive who squirms at cover art featuring a naked, macho, strong-jawed, sixpacked male?
I am probably the least visual creature in the world. Especially because I don’t see how a casually naked man (because we all get casually undressed in the middle of nowhere, in the sunset) is relevant to a story other than The Casually Half-Naked Man In A Field In The Sunset.
Calling dibs on that title, by the way.
I know it’s usually related to a love story or an infatuation with a heavenly handsome, outrageously fit guy. But unless the author plans to write an entire book describing every curve on the relevant man’s torso, then I don’t see how this cover would do justice to a romance novel.