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Cover Snark: A Crotch Rocket


Welcome back to Cover Snark!

A Tempest of Desire by Lorraine Heath. A man and woman in match white shirts and black bottoms are embrace on a rock. However, he's wrapping his arm around her back and it's clearly pulling at her long blonde hair.

Sarah: Is that a Bro of the Jonas variety?

Why aren’t they looking at each other? Is his breath bad?

What’s with her hand?

and SIXTY SEVEN people gave the cover a thumbs up on NetGalley. what

Claudia: Something odd is going on with her hair too!

Amanda: As someone who also has long hair, I know she’s uncomfortable. Ow!

Sarah: That is ALSO real housewives hair.

Sneezy: I get kinda creepy pasta vibes from it.

Love Delayed by Anna Black. An illustrated cover of a man and woman with their foreheads touching. There are taxiing plans and luggage in the background.

Elyse: Not so much cover snark, but nothing makes my vagina dryer than the idea of being delayed at an airport.

I do not believe true love is happening at Chili’s Too.

Sarah: Airport, nah, no thanks for romance. But I also have some questions. For one, is that a submarine plane? Is it landing in ice? What’s going on?

They might want to relocate their meet cute, is what I’m thinking.

Sneezy: Okay, but hear me out, at the airports with amazing food a meet cute could be possible. Although if you’re in one of those airports, you’re probably better off hauling ass to spend the rest of your delay outside of it.

Space Junk by Sara L. Hudson. A shirtless, headless man in jeans. There are two disembodied hands holding up a book at his crotch level from the bottom of the page. The book cover has a rocket with a space shuttle and is titled Aerospace Engineering.

Sarah: Have we snarked this?

I think we have.

Amanda: The title is very familiar, but I think the book cover placement for aerospace engineering is new.

Sarah: Crotch rocket aside, is the title Space Juuk?

Sneezy: Look, I’m not one to pass up a low brow pun, the cheesier, the dumber, the more I go for them. But somehow, this sparks no joy in me.

To Catch a Firefly by Emmy Sanders. A wavy haired man is shirtless in a hooded cardigan, with the hood puled up. Glow dots, which we assume are supposed to be fireflies, dot the cover, including one oddly placed right where a nipple might be.

From MaryK: I just can’t with this glowing boob.

Sarah: So what kind of a bra would 10,000,000 fireflies make, do you think?

Tara: He should really get that checked out.

Sneezy: Oh man, this reminds me I want to see some fireflies this year. Mr. Boob Shine better go see a doctor. I WILL kill anyone who ruins this for me.

Amanda: In my head, “Mr. Blue Sky” is now “Mr. Boob Shine.”





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