New York Times
bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University
of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in
Anthropology and also studied History. She is married to L.J. Martin,
author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.
Kat
has written more than sixty-five novels.
Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been
published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan ,
France , Germany , Argentina ,
Greece , China , Russia ,
and Spain .
Born
in Bakersfield , California ,
Kat currently resides in Missoula ,
Montana , on a small ranch in the
beautiful Sapphire mountains.
Her
last 10 books have hit the prestigious New
York Times bestseller list. AGAINST
THE WILD, AGAINST THE SKY, AGAINST THE TIDE and INTO THE FURY her latest
release, took top ten spots.
Visit
Kat's website at www.katmartin.com
Or
look for her on Facebook at
Katmartin/author.
Cover--Blessing or
Curse
The cover of a novel is one of the most important ingredients
in the success or failure of a book.
If the book is special enough and gets lots of
word-of-mouth, even a bad cover can’t stop the novel from being a success. If the author’s name is well enough known, a
bad cover might slow sales down but it won’t be a death knell, which if very
well can be.
Most of us fall into the category where a good cover is
imperative, the difference between success and failure.
Take the cover of my new book, INTO THE WHIRLWIND. At six-foot two and totally ripped, Dirk Reynolds is gorgeous to look at, tough as nails, and sexy as hell. He’s featured on the cover of the book, which
is out May 31.
Personally, I love covers that show bare-chested,
hard-muscled men, but it turns out a lot of book buyers don’t like them. Or perhaps it’s just that there are so many
of them out there right now.
I’m hoping the gorgeous cover on INTO THE WHIRLWIND will
appeal to readers as much as it appeals to me.
The book is Meg and Dirks’ story, the second in the BOSS, Inc. Trilogy following
INTO THE FURY.
When Megan O’Brien's three-year-old son is kidnapped, the
former lingerie model goes to the only man she trusts to help her, private
investigator, Dirk Reynolds, her former bodyguard, the man who was still owns
her heart. But their breakup had been
bad, leaving Meg unsure if Dirk will agree.
Desperate, Meg is willing to risk everything to save little Charlie.
Together, as they follow the clues, Dirk and Meg are pulled
into the murky world of high-stakes gambling, international crime, and terrible
danger. I think the picture on the front
of the book fits the story perfectly.
Over the years, I’ve had good covers and bad. One of the prettiest covers I ever had was on
an historical I wrote titled 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!
But the cover was chosen by the publisher and no amount of
talking could convince them to change it.
On the other hand, my AGAINST SERIES, all twelve novels had
fabulous covers, each with a profile of the hot-looking hero. Sales reflected how great those covers actually
were.
I hope you like the cover of INTO THE WHIRLWIND. Even more, I hope you enjoy Meg and Dirks’s
high action adventure.
Till then, all best and happy reading, Kat
Readers, do covers influence your decision to buy a book?
What's your favorite kind of cover?
What's your favorite kind of cover?
One randomly chosen person leaving a comment on today's post will receive a copy of INTO THE FURY.
Deadline for comments to be included in the giveaway is 11:00 PM, June 2nd.
Deadline for comments to be included in the giveaway is 11:00 PM, June 2nd.
EXCERPT from INTO THE WHIRLWIND
*****
Megan O'Brien
parked at the end of the gravel driveway and quietly got out of her compact
SUV. Through the trees, she could hear
the roar of a chainsaw, hear see two-by-fours going up to form the sides of the
house under construction.
The garage was
already finished, undoubtedly full of Dirk's toys, including a Harley and a
custom Dodge Viper. In the summer, he
kept a boat docked on the lake below the house.
Though two other
men were hard at work, her gaze went straight to Dirk. Hammer in hand, carpenter's belt dangling low
on his waist, he was shirtless, though the January air was chill.
Hard muscle
flexed across his back and shoulders as he pounded in a nail with an ease that
said how many times he had done it.
Long, sinewy muscles outlined by the soft fabric of his jeans stretched
and moved as he worked on his house.
Meg's gaze went
over the familiar dragon tattoo that wound over one shoulder and inched up the
side of his neck. The colored ink seemed
right with the sexy, short-cropped, horseshoe mustache that framed his mouth
and curved down to his jaw, making him look like the hard, tough man he was.
Even her terrible
fear for her son couldn't block the memories of how it had felt to lie with
him. Couldn't lessen the yearning that
burned through her body just at the sight of him.
On the fashion
show tour, Dirk had been her bodyguard, and though every instinct had warned
her not to get involved with him, the fierce attraction between them was
impossible to resist.
Once the tour
returned home, Meg had ended the affair.
Dirk Reynolds was wild and fierce while she was a single mother with a
son to raise. She had duties,
responsibilities.
She couldn't have
Dirk Reynolds.
But she had never
gotten over Dirk.
Meg steeled
herself and headed along the gravel driveway toward the house he was rebuilding
after the fire that had nearly killed him five months ago. One thing she knew, Dirk Reynolds was a hard
man to kill.
Which was the
reason she had swallowed her pride and her heartache and come to him. She needed him, trusted him as she never had
another man. Her little boy's life
depended on gaining this man's help.
This man she had loved and rejected.
She stepped out
of the foliage and started toward him.
With Dirk's usual keen senses, he turned, alert that someone was there,
though the buzz of the saw hid the sound of her footsteps.
For several long
moments, he just stared, watching as she approached. He was six-two, his body lean and
sculpted. Wavy dark brown hair curled at
the nape of his neck. She forced herself
to keep walking, even as his jaw locked and a fierce scowl darkened his face.
Dirk grabbed a
faded blue work shirt and shrugged it on, covering most of his amazing
chest. He didn't bother fastening the
buttons, just strode toward her, blocking her view of the house.
He stopped right
in front of her. "What are doing
here, Meg?"
"I need to
talk to you. It's...it's urgent."
"You're
trespassing. What do you want?"
She swallowed,
fought to stay strong. He didn't want
her there. She had known he
wouldn't. Known he thought of her only
with contempt. She wished he would hold
her the way he used to when she was afraid.
"I...I want to hire you."
The corner of his
mouth edged into a ruthless half smile.
"What for? Stud
service?"
She wanted to
cry. She wanted to beg his
forgiveness. Tell him she had never
forgotten him. That she never would. She
knew it wouldn't matter to Dirk. Not
anymore.
It didn't
matter. Nothing mattered, but saving the
life of her son.
*****