I just read Regina Carlysle's blog about being a cover addict and I must admit I'm guilty, but not at all ashamed. When I venture to the store in hopes if snatching a new romance to read, of course I have my faves - Lori Foster, Kresley Cole, Erin McCarthy, Janice Maynard, Carly Phillips, and Jennifer Crusie, to name a few - but I'm also tempted when I see the new Harlequin's each month, especially the Blaze novels.
Yes, I am a sucker for a hard body with little chest hair and a Stetson. Call me crazy, but I don't care.
I picked up Kimberly Raye's Drop Dead Sexy simply because I liked the man on the cover. Okay, I enjoyed her work until then too. Once I opened the book, I found it was one of my all time faves! So sue me. The man drew me in and now I have all the books from that series, save for Tex Appeal. Oh, I did read it and savored it, but I didn't quite get to the store in time to buy it. Darn it.
The same thing happened with Kresley Cole's A Hunger Like No Other. The man on the cover looked like Trent Reznor (of Nine Inch Nails). For some reason he caught my eye. I loved that book instantly too.
The same goes for Lora Leigh's elite op's boys and her SEALS. Hard body. T, D, & H, I'm sold.
So enough blustering about my addictions. I have to go back to the bat cave to work on my own writing.