If a picture is worth a thousand words, then the cover for my book has caused my word count to go from 85,739 to 86,739. That’s a healthy and fine size for a romance – after all, this isn’t some Epic-Sci Fi-Dystopian-Extravaganza. Working with my publisher’s lovely designer, I chose the cover because it situates the story in D.C., but the flowers soften the mood.
Now, my husband is convinced this is a great work of photoshopping. He says there are no cherry trees on the Capitol grounds, and if there are, they’re not in a location where you can get a clear shot of the dome. I think he’s wrong about both. What do you think?