So my cover arrived yesterday for ONE MORE TIME, my December Aphrodisia, release and I took one look at it and giggled. You may too.
(yes, I need to Photoshop out the hole punched through it)
Yes, indeedy. And you probably can’t see it in this size picture, but he’s got goose bumps around his nipple.
But anyway, I am very happy and excited about it because a) it’s once again a beautiful cover; b) every person I’ve shown it to has been riveted; and c) mantitty sells, apparently.
We’ve talked about mantitty before (Pam here in “Covers and Consternation Controversy” and Jane here in “The Case Against Mantitty”), so I guess it’s now my turn to do so!
Mantitty should leave me cold. I mean, I prefer the studious, slender guy. Or the guy who isn’t so tall. Or the guy that when I say I think he’s hot, people look at me and go “huh?” (And usually, "who?")
Brad Pitt’s mantitties don’t do it for me, for instance.
But seeing a cover with mantitty. Well, I have to be honest. Before the giggle from remembering the word “mantitty”, there is this sucking intake of breath and a perking of interest.
The words “Mmmm. Mantitty,” may never cross my mind, but there is something primal and visceral about the response. Never mind that Anthony Stewart Head makes me weak at the knees, or that Spike did way more for me than Angel ever did. Seeing the slender Edward Fox taking his shirt off to repaint a stolen care in The Day of the Jackal, or at left in a not terribly good screencap at the end of the bath scene in Shaka Zulu (which is even in the Regency period, oh heavens!) was ditto, ditto, oh ditto.
(OK, so some of you are going, Edward who? Am I the only Edward Fox fan out there?)
And yet, seeing James Craig, the new James Bond, topless in Casino Royale had me drooling.
Eventually, that response gets dissolved by the giggling when “mantitty” comes through, but heck, I’ll still pick up the book and read what’s on the back cover because of it!
Actually, what I really like about my mantitty cover, is that it fits the story. You see, I have this Greek god statue come to life -- and you have to admit -- those statues depicted ideals!
Bacchus never bothered with a towel, though.
(The image to the right was an inspirational image while I was writing ONE MORE TIME. It's from a museum in Germany, from memory.)
PS. Spellcheck wants to replace “Mantitties” with “Mantises”. Discuss. *grin*