MY ELECTRONIC BOOK COVERS are exquisite, like the heroes in my stories, but they are also . . . about as physically satisfying.
With all the hoopla about everything going green [Yes, I'm a big proponent of GREEN and a good friend to trees] . . . and E-Presses being the 'new frontier' in the publishing industry. [Okay I have to admit I'm also an instant gratification kind of girl - See it online - Like it - Buy it - Read it]
Therefore, I feel like a traitor wishing I could hold one of my books in my hands, touch it, feel the slick glossy finish beneath my fingers, smell the ink, fan the pages - and myself during the red hot sex scenes - AND . . . stick [I know what you're thinking] . . . it on the shelf . . . and admire it.
In my secret fantasies, I do exactly that and hold my beautiful covered tomes - well, not exactly tomes - in my hands, press them to my heaving bosom and wait to exhale.
The hell with the trees, we all need a tangible book occasionally, as well as a tangible lover. What say you?