AJ sends me this picture he’s seen online because it looks like the character from my novel, especially in the book’s second act.
“The dude,” says a comment, “looks unbothered, moisturized, happy, in his lane. Thriving.”
“hot” says another.
“+1 on that dude,” says a third, “like, goddamn, hot.”
They’re not wrong. The artwork is a self portrait, so the praise leaves the artist blushing. The thread is nothing but a delight.
As it happens, Mac, the my novel’s cover artist based the canonical Mister Bob on himself too.
The overwhelming reaction to this artist’s sexiness made me think of that crappy review someone left about the book. How could anyone not love Mister Bob? Look at him. Clearly they didn’t stick around for the arc.
“Shimmering” is the word I used in the book trailer. Mister Bob is shimmering.