I cried for a week when I first saw mine for book 1 (that and the title in combination). The thing is that it so wasn't
me. It was all hearts and butterflies in baby blue and pink, and I am so not like that - being a dour crypto-feminist who never wears anything but big boots muddy jeans.
But I got off lightly, because I have a friend who, despite her protests did indeed have to put up with a blonde on the cover of her romance when the heroine is a brunette, and another writer of atmospheric crime ficiton set in the flat and windswept Cambridgeshire fens who had to put up with a cover photograph taken in the Cmubrian fells.
I quite like my cover for book 2 - partly because it's not quite so cute and girly, but also partly because I've got used to the way my publishers are marketing my work.
As Emma says, covers are the source of huge amounts of angst.
Rosy