I'm in love ~ with my new cover.
Okay, I really really really really like it.
I listened to a sermon this morning about love. We tend to use the word "love" when we don't really mean it. When we like (a lot) a pair of hot shoes, an awesome book, a lovely cover, a new I Pad, when we're really in lust...
Love should be reserved for that special, uncomparable feeling between two special people (or as menage authors and readers would argue - three or more people).
Love can also be felt for family, friends, and pets.
My husband would argue that he loves softball and I would argue that he loves it more than he loves me.
My ex-fiance once chastised me when I said I "loved" something (I don't remember what now except that it was some inanimate object). I had to admit I agreed with him. This morning's sermon reminded me. And then I received my lovely new cover tonight and again I thought "I love it!"
In case you're wondering about the hero's and heroine's dress, this is a time-travel romance back to the late 1970s, one of my favorite times. It was a lot of fun to write and to reminisce.
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