I had planned to wait until this story was finished before showing off the cover, but I don't want to wait any longer! Especially since it seems like another story keeps pushing itself to the front of the writing queue.
I'm still working on the cover copy, which I've included below, but I'm sure it will change. In fact, if you have suggestions for improving it, please share! I'd be thrilled to hear your thoughts.
This is a novella, the first in The Curse of True Love Series, which was originally supposed to commence with Lord Wastrel, but then this story pushed its way to the front of the line. . .
What is it with my impatient stories and their inability to wait their turn?
Anyway, without further ado. . . ta dah!
Carrie Spencer of Cheeky Covers is the one who created this vision of loveliness, and once again I have to applaud her ability to transform my vague, hand-waving instructions into the exact cover I was hoping for. She also does it with patience and aplomb, not to mention speediness and a delightful sense of humor. I love all the covers she's done for me, but I think this new one might be my favorite. (Just don't say anything to Lord Midnight or Summer Lovin', okay?)
And here's the working blurb. Or not working. Maybe a little bit of both. Let's call it a draft blurb.
The Curse of True Love
Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, is bored. To relieve her ennui, she decides to play matchmaker in Regency London. Unfortunately, bringing these lovers together is not as easy as it seems. . .
He was late to his own wedding
Simon is known as Lord Rakehell, so any sane woman would be wary of wedding a man of his reputation. He loves Georgiana, and is determined to prove it to her, but how can he overcome his wedding-day blunder?
She was heartbroken by the scandal
Georgiana knew the dangers of falling in love with an avowed rake, but she had not expected him to show up for their wedding with ladies-of-the-evening in tow. Now her aching heart must decide if Simon's protestations of love are real, or a means to restore his wounded pride from being left at the altar.