The author says:
In the near future, an asymptomatic and universally contagious depopulation virus engineered to accelerate the aging of human female reproductive organs soon precipitates a worldwide baby bust, leaving civilization and humanity itself in danger of extinction if people in general can’t find some way to start having more children. While various individuals and institutions all over the world bicker endlessly about this crisis, the mothers from a pair of fairly ordinary neighboring families somewhere in rural Alabama come up with a working—albeit extremely illegal—solution: since they can’t have any more babies themselves, they’ll get the children they already have to do it for them. Thanks to several rather fortuitous circumstances (e.g. an illegal teachers’ strike shutting down Alabama’s schools for months on end), their plan succeeds, but what will happen when what they’ve done is inevitably exposed to public scrutiny?
While premised on a sterility plague something like the ones in Greybeard by Brian Aldiss, Children of Men by P.D. James, and Bumped by Megan McCafferty, this is mostly just erotic fiction with a light dusting of science fiction (i.e. the titular virus) taking place in a time no more apocalyptic or dystopian or violent than our present. In other words, the vast majority of the “action” takes place between the sheets; no car chases or firefights here. Since a lot of the main characters participating in this “action” are necessarily rather underage, I also thought it best not to show any of the main characters directly on the cover, other than symbolically using that chart showing the intertwining of their family trees.
(P.S. That Impact typeface is only a placeholder. While I know some of the posters for that Jodie Foster movie The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane used it, that’s getting to be half a century ago and it’s probably rather overused these days. If you critics can suggest a better one, I’m all ears.)
Nathan says:
I assume by “underage” we’re talking about teenagers, right? Because portraying teenagers as sexy isn’t as uncommon as you think — look at all of the posters from ’80s movies about teens getting it on, or at least attempting to.
But here’s the other question: Is this comedic? Dead serious? All just sweaty humping? Whatever it is, a “sexy” novel without a sexy cover is simply a mistake. Sex sells. You’re completely burying the main attraction.











