Guest blog by Erin Moore, author of Awakened by the Minotaur
Marketing people speak a lot about “conversion” – the point when a shopper turns from a browser into a buyer. For novels in general, and romance particularly, a lot of that conversion happens when we see the cover of a book.
But what, specifically, are we (as readers) looking for in that cover?
A book should fulfill a need or solve a problem for us. Perhaps it is a need for stimulation, or fantasy, or even just an exciting diversion from the hum-drum of our normal lives. If an author can tap into those needs in a story – and better yet, in that story’s cover – then our readers will be drawn in and want to come back to us again and again.
Our covers tap into biological needs, too. Psychologists have discovered that many of the words used to describe men in romance novels are also the most (rightly or wrongly) biologically desirable traits of men. Most often used: wealthy, fit, fertile, and committed.
So when we look at the cover, we are looking for a man who is all of those things. He’s got to look fit, and he’s got to look as if he knows what he’s doing beneath the sheets. Of course, he’ll be changed by his interaction with us (because the reader is always the ultimate heroine, not the girl that is in the story), and turn into that amazing, wonderful husband and dad that we always knew he could be.
Because we all know – love does conquer all.
About the Book:
When man becomes minotaur, dark passion takes hold…
Lara Castille always plays it safe in both love and life. But when she arrives on vacation in Crete, she is determined to enjoy herself. Old habits die hard, though. Drawn to her tour guide, the enigmatic and sexy Teo Lambros, she cannot let down her guard—until she takes part in the ancient and sensual rites at the ruins of Knossos. She dreams of the minotaur who takes her upon the altar, and wonders if it could be Teo who brought her to ecstasy.
A gray haze clouds Teo’s memory of the rites; he knows only that the bull has chosen him for his own. He fears that the land will once again need a sacrifice, as it did when it claimed his fiancée the year before. Though he cannot deny his need for Lara, he knows that protecting her from his desire is the only way to keep her safe.
As the island’s magic demands everything they have, Lara and Teo must discover what’s real and what’s imagined if they’re to survive the passionate sexuality that draws them together…
She imagined that the stones beneath her feet hummed with intensity, preparing her for something. The nearness of Teo, the scent of him filling her nose, reminded her of the taste of his kiss, and she felt more alive than she had in months.
“Do you feel it?” His breath was warm and minty on her face and she realized he was standing directly before her,
She nodded and then opened her eyes to put her palm to the side of his face. “I feel it,” she whispered. His green eyes stared into hers.
“Lara,” he said simply and brushed the back of his hand against her mouth. It sent tremors through her body, evoking warmth between her legs. She reached out and twined her fingers in his silky hair and pulled him toward her. Enough. The night with the bull had changed her.
With an intensity that she matched, his mouth found hers and took her measure with his tongue, his lips, finding her again and again ready, open. Exploring, teasing, he tasted her, taking her bottom lip between his own. He suckled, making her lips throb and a small mew escape her throat. The skin at the nape of his neck was covered in soft, silky hair, and she tugged at it, wanting more of him, finding the tendons there tensed and throbbing beneath her fingers.
She shifted her body, pressing against him. As if in understanding, he pulled her roughly to him with one hand, cupping her bottom. He pried apart her legs with his own so she could feel the hard evidence of his arousal against her. He lifted her before sitting with her astride him on the bench behind them.
Atop him, his erection pressed against the fabric of her panties, and the heat between them matched the summer’s warmth. This was what she wanted. Fevered, hot, she explored his mouth with hers, delighting in the intensity and urgency of his kiss. Trailing kisses over his neck, his collarbone, the deep brown of his skin hot beneath her tongue. His skin tasted like his scent—cloves and dark earth. She bit his neck as if she could devour him.
Her skin tingled and her body and mind were open. Primal, hot, sexy, her body was enflamed, like the night of the rites. The rites. Her eyes flew open, and she knew. Oh, God, how had she not known, not recognized it immediately? As understanding flooded her she knew now that she would recognize his body anywhere, even if her eyes were closed and they were in a dark room. Because she had seen him, had tasted him, had taken him into her mouth. He may have been the bull that night, but she still knew him.
About the Author:
Erin’s writes sensual paranormal romances that challenge the conventional “shifter” tropes. She lives in Atlanta with her two little paranormal beings and one unruly husband. Find her on Twitter and Facebook.