I couldn't help it. I was having another conversation with ChatGPT and things got out of control. We generated this dust jacket blurb and cover art for a bodice-ripper novel about ... well, you'll see.
"Beneath the Tennessee Stars"
In the shadow of the Smoky Mountains, where the wild calls and the earth sings, comes a tale as untamed as the land itself. Buck "Bucky" McGraw, a grizzled marmot trainer from the heart of East Neephus, Tennessee, is a man of simple pleasures—cold beer, the roar of a diesel engine, and the loyal gaze of his prized marmots. A man who knows his place in the world, where the soil runs red and the air is thick with the scent of pine and hard work.
But fate, with all its cruel humor, has other plans.
Enter Willow Rainwater, the fiercely independent owner of an organic, feminist co-op in the heart of Portland, Oregon. With her wild, windswept hair, kale-green eyes, and a soul as deep as the Pacific, Willow has dedicated her life to sustainable living, gender equality, and the preservation of the planet. She’s the kind of woman who eats quinoa for breakfast, protests pipelines in the afternoon, and leads yoga classes under the full moon.
Their worlds couldn’t be further apart—until a chance encounter throws them together in the unlikeliest of places. When Willow finds herself stranded in Tennessee, far from the safety of her urban jungle, surrounded by marmots, she’s forced to rely on the rugged charm and unrefined wisdom of Bucky. As sparks fly and tempers flare, neither can deny the primal pull of desire that threatens to consume them both.
He’s a man of rodents and the earth, rough and raw, unyielding in his ways. She’s a woman of ideals, soft yet unbreakable, determined to change the world. But when love strikes, all bets are off.
Can they overcome their differences and find common ground? Or will the gap between their worlds be too wide to bridge?
Prepare yourself for a whirlwind of passion, romance and heart in "Beneath the Tennessee Stars" — where opposites not only attract but collide, leaving nothing but fire and fury in their wake. It’s a tale as old as time, with a twist as fresh as the mountain air. Love, after all, knows no bounds — not even those of a redneck marmot trainer and an organic, feminist co-op owner.
A sure-fire best seller! |
1 comment:
You say 'marmot'; I *see* woodchuck.
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