New York Times bestselling author
K A T M A R T I N
Historical Romance ·Contemporary · Romantic Suspense
The cover of a novel is the single most important ingredient in the success or failure of a book. This isn’t something authors want to hear and it’s not always true. If the book is special enough and it gets lots of word-of-mouth, even a bad cover can’t stop the book from being a success.
If the author’s name is well known–and I am speaking of New York Times bestsellers with very large print runs–a bad cover can’t stop the book from being a success.
However most of us fall in the category where a cover can make the difference between success and failure.
Over the years, I’ve had good covers and bad. One of the prettiest covers I ever had was on a book called MIDNIGHT RIDER. The problem was the cover was completely white. The lovely embossed bird on the front didn’t show up until the reader picked up the book. Not many did!
The title may have been another part of the problem. It was chosen by the publisher and no amount of talking could convince them to change it. The combination of bad cover and bad title was lethal. The book was my biggest failure and I think it was one of my better books.
Starting May 1st, my Sinclair Sisters Trilogy is going to be re-issued. The first in the series is MIDNIGHT SUN, a fish-out of water Romantic Suspense set in Alaska. The covers on these three books were extremely plain, just colors and the title. And I have to admit the title, MIDNIGHT SUN, isn’t that exciting. I’ve never been particularly good at titles, which makes the cover even more important.
Since changing a book title is very confusing to readers, the publisher is simply changing the cover, putting a guy on the front, which has become sort of a brand for my Romantic Suspense books. I’m not crazy about the new cover for MIDNIGHT SUN. For one thing, I just met the cover model, Lynn Gunn and he his absolutely gorgeous–and a terrific guy. I don’t think the cover does him justice. Still, it’s interesting, and I’m hoping readers will pick it up and give the book a try.
If you enjoy Romantic Suspense and haven’t read MIDNIGHT SUN, I hope you’ll give it a try. The other books in the series are DESERT HEAT and DEEP BLUE and they get new covers, as well. Hope you enjoy them all and that you also watch for my new releases. You can reach me on my website:
Very best wishes, Kat
Kat is giving away a copy of Midnight Sun to one lucky commentator!
Now here’s an except from Kat’s exciting novel:
Manhattan, New York
“I don’t believe it. You can’t actually mean to go through with this.” Jeremy paced over to the dresser in the bedroom where Charity stood studying each piece of clothing she intended to take on her trip.
“You can’t possibly mean to quit your job, give up your apartment, and go off to some godforsaken town in the wilderness.”
Charity flicked him only the briefest of glances and continued to fold her sweatshirt, a red one with a little red-and-white-checked collar she thought was particularly warm.
“It isn’t as if you didn’t know this was going to happen,” she said. “I’ve been planning this for weeks. I told you the day I made the decision to leave. As you do with anything that doesn’t fit into your plans, you simply chose not to believe it.”
His crossed the room and reached for her, turned her to face him. “Think about what you’re doing, Charity. Think what you’re giving up. You’ve got a good job at Glenbrook Publishing. You just got promoted to senior editor, forgodsake.”
“I gave them notice weeks ago, Jeremy. They’ve already replaced the position.”
“They’d take you back in a heartbeat and you know it. You’re destroying your career, but if that isn’t enough–what about me?”
At five foot ten, with his perfectly styled jet-black hair and deep green eyes, Jeremy Hauser was undeniably attractive. When Charity had met him at a literacy fundraiser two years ago, she had fallen like a rock for his debonair good looks, Wall Street polish and charm. After dating him–practically living with him in his swanky Eastside apartment–she knew how self-centered, how totally self-absorbed he could be.
She caught the hand he raised to her cheek and drew it away. “We’ve had two years, Jeremy. We’ve shared good times and bad, but you know as well as I do, things haven’t been great with us for the last six months. Maybe putting some space between us will help decide where our relationship is headed.”
Or if, as Charity suspected, it was headed nowhere at all.
“There’s nothing wrong with our relationship. I’ll admit I’ve been a little stressed-out lately. I’m up for that promotion and you know how much I want it.” He gave her one of his most charming smiles. “I realize I haven’t been very good company, but give up this crazy scheme of yours and I’ll make it up to you–I promise.”
“I’m sorry, Jeremy. I think this goes way beyond being good company. We haven’t even made love in nearly a month.”
He paled a little at hearing her come right out and say it. Jeremy had always been reserved in the bedroom, which in the beginning she’d found rather sweet. The truth was, sex just wasn’t a driving factor in Jeremy’s life. He was always too tired, too busy, too rushed. Mostly, he was just too preoccupied with his own needs to care all that much about hers.
She turned away from him, reached for a pair of Liz Claiborne jeans and started to roll them up. Jeremy leaned over and gently blew against her ear.
“Don’t go,” he said softly, kissing the side of her neck. “We’ll work things out, I swear it.”
Charity eased away from him. “Don’t, Jeremy, please. Not now.”
“All right, what do you want me to do? What do I have to say to make you give up this crazy idea and stay in Manhattan? You want to move in with me? Okay, that’s what we’ll do. Finish packing your things and I’ll have a moving truck her to pick them up tomorrow afternoon.”
There was a time that was exactly what she had wanted. She had believed Jeremy Hauser was the man of her dreams. It hadn’t taken long to discover he wasn’t. She still didn’t know how she’d convinced herself for more than a year that he would change and things would work out between them.
“I don’t want to move in with you, Jeremy. I want to do exactly what I’ve got planned. I want to fly out of JFK on Canada Airlines tomorrow morning at seven twenty-nine a.m. I want to land in Vancouver, change planes and fly to Whitehorse, where, after nearly eleven hours in the air and a two-hour layover, I’ll be so exhausted I’ll crawl into my bed at the River View Motel without even turning on the TV. The following day, I want to pick up the Ford Explorer I’ve leased from National Rent-A-Car and be on my way to Dawson City.”
He looked so stunned Charity reached out and caught hold of his hand. “I know this is hard for you to understand, but I’m twenty-eight years old and I’ve never done a single thing that’s really exciting. Just once, I want to have an adventure. Haven’t you ever wanted to do something a little bit crazy? Something you’ve secretly wanted to do but never had the nerve?”
She sighed. “Both my sisters are doing things that are interesting and exciting. Patience is getting ready to go on the rodeo circuit and Hope is traveling around the country, writing freelance magazine articles. They’re living their dreams and I want to live mine, too.”
“Patience is doing research for her PHD,” Jeremy argued, “and Hope is trying to salvage her flagging writing career. You have a very successful career. You’re a fiction editor at a well-respected publishing house. You should be happy with that.”
“Well, I’m not, and I’m tired of arguing with you about it.” She turned and ushered him out of the bedroom, tugged him across her small living room to the front door. “Go home, Jeremy.” She removed the chain lock and pulled the door open. “I have a feeling that as soon as I’m gone, you’re going to realize our relationship wasn’t going anywhere anyway. You might even be grateful to have your freedom again.”
Jeremy’s mouth thinned but he didn’t argue. He wasn’t in love with her and deep down he knew it–she was simply a convenience. That kind of relationship was enough for Jeremy but not for her.
“You’re going to be sorry, Charity,” he said stepping out into the hallway. “Unfortunately, by the time you figure that out, it’s going to be too late.”