While both Karen and many others questioned the statement that this man is hot, behold, she is teh winnah of our latest Caption that Cover contest, with her entry, Cat on a Hot Tan Man. Hooray Karen! You win $20 spanky dollars at your choice, Amazon or Powells.
Honorable mentions go to Suze for The Incongruously Blond Italian Billionaire’s Familiar Mistress , Karmyn for the inimitable This wasn’t what he had in mind when Mrs. Slocumbe offered him her pussy, and to Amy for i haz ur heero / u bring cheezbrgr / or no happyend fur u .
Well played, y’all. That thread was way too much fun.
JebB dove into the user book store, and came up with a cover so excellent, she immediately sent it to me with the request that we caption this bad boy.
I dunno, really. There aren’t any decent puns that are at all obvious in the art.
As usual, vote for your fave, and I’ll use my paper and pencil to count up the votes and award $20 in gifty dollars to the winner. Ready set go!
Ready, Set, Go - time to caption a cover so strange, we have to ask you to give it a caption. Voting takes place in the comments, and she who hath the most votes gets the prize. The prize? $20 to the bookstore of your choice - Amazon or Powell’s. So, have at it.
This one brings new meaning to the word “private box.” Or, maybe not so private.
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I have to pick two winners for the first of what I hope will be a continuing contest series here at SBTB, Caption That Cover. I offered an ARC of King of Sword and Sky, or two of Rhonda Nelson’s books, The Hell Raiser and The Loner. Folks commented with their ideas for This Studly Guy. To be specific, 160+ people commented.
Holy shit, are you people funny. I mean, I knew that already, but damn. And also merde and mon dieu (TM Nathalie Grey).
While I read the comments and worked out my abs, the awesome sauce people at Harlequin have added to the prize pot. I now have two copies of The Hell Raiser, plus The Loner and the ARC to give away, so let’s get to it.
Snort-worthy entries included Peyton’s “Carpe Testes!” and Jessica Andersen’s “This package will self destruct in five...four...three....” And the “Who the fuck has towels that say ‘dry clean only?’” from S Andrew Swann had me snorting so hard I nearly swallowed my gum, as did Chez’s “Soap on a rope ..... (swing) ..... soap on a rope .... (swing) ....”
*drumroll please* But the top three as measured by the scientific standard of “I nearly wet myself” are:
Sara Fleming for: “Fuck. Crabs again.” More than a few of you pointed out that Mr. Hell-Raiser looks very glum or pissed off, or both.
saltypepper for: “Mom was right; from now on I’m using a stick to toast marshmallows!”
and first prize goes to BevQB for her double-dose of hi-larious:
Chest, Nuts roasting on an open fire…
AND
It’s a fairly common STD, he says.
The penicillin should clear it right up, he says.
Somehow I don’t think the Doc understood that “I’m pissing fire” wasn’t hyperbole.
Congrats to BevQB, Saltypepper and Sara! Please to claim yer winnings!
Ok, this book has nothing to do with one of the prizes, but I have an ARC to give away, and this cover makes me feel verry verrrry creative. And really, there is no law at Smart Bitch HQ that says I have to make any sense. Whee! So, two prizes, one contest, and my thanks to April for the linkage and the original question.
Take a look at the picture below the fold. In the comments, tell me what he’s looking at. A few words, a narrative, a poem, whatever. Just tell us what he’s looking at. The two best winners as judged by you all and yours truly will win either (a) a copy of Rhonda Nelson’s The Hell Raiser and The Loner OR (b) my ARC of C.L. Wilson’s King of Sword and Sky (which is due out in October). The fabulous folks at The Dorch sent me a digital copy and a paper copy, and when I asked and said “Please,” they said it would be spiffy to give my paper ARC away to one of you lovely readers. Comments expire in 24 hours.
So, on your mark, get set, and tell me: What’s he looking at?! What’s he saying to himself?
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