Oh My Effing God... Number 2001

"Can you take me back to the nursing home now please, I think I've just peed myself."

Eeeewwww, that's so gross. Who the fuck ever thought this cover was a good idea? More to the point, who the flamin' hell thought that writing this kind of story would appeal to romance readers?

Check out the blurb:

When Regina’s boss gives an ex-con a job at the bookstore and an apartment across the hall from hers, she expects the worst. Arnold has served 50 years for murder, but Regina isn’t so sure he’s guilty.

Over the course of a week, and throughout the torrential downpours of hurricane rains, Regina and Arnold discover that age and time has no bearing on true love.

That is so nasty. I've heard of May to December romances, but this is ridiculous beyond belief. The man looks about frickin eighty years old, whilst she's not even twenty yet.

AND HE HAS LIVER SPOTS!!! Yuck, yuck, and fucking YUCK!

This book cover is from Amira Press, and positively makes Changeling Press covers look worthy of hanging in The Tate Gallery, in comparison.


By the way, has anybody else noticed that the old man hero looks like The Queen's husband, Prince I'm-An-Absolute-dick Phillip?