One of the web designers I approached to, you know, design a website for me that would promote HELL'S BELLES wound up passing because the designer was uncomfortable with the devilishly playful look I'm hoping to get. The cover art I had suggested to my editor -- a bra or G-string dangling from the tines of a devil's pitchfork -- I had also passed along to this designer...and the designer replied that a G-string wouldn't look good in the designer's portfolio.
(The designer also said it was no reflection about the quality of my book, and that my book sounded kinda cool. Okay. So it's the sort of book you'd read, but not the sort you'd want to promote. Guess I'm relagated to a guilty pleasure...)
Anyway, based on how depressed I was after I read the designer's message, I should probably decide right now that I will never, never, never read any reviews of my book.