80's Romance Novel Covers Novels & Stories

he followed up his statement with a smile before looking away from the two by the side. “It is not an allegation, Elder Damien. As I said before, I’m only trying to clarify if you have a hand in what happened,” Ronald countered instantly with his voice turning ice cold. It was simply indicating he wasn’t there for casuals. The elder had already picked up a book from the collection he had on the footstool. The particular book was an old one just like the rest, having a cover texture that was a lot different from the mundane style of cover designs. The cover had a mix of brown and gold, with the gold being used for the inscriptions, even at the edges.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

She cautiously made her way back to the quiet library. She scanned the thousands of titles, her fingers brushing over worn leather spines. She should have picked a history, or a strategy text, something to sharpen her mind. Instead, her hand hesitated and then settled on a novel with a worn, colorful cover depicting a windswept couple. A romance. It felt foolish, indulgent, but she pulled it from the shelf anyway.

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

It was what I needed. The jacket covered me up and it touched my knees. "Gracious" I muttered as I looked as how spontaneous I looked in an expensive jacket. "Thank you." I said to him as I sniffed the colon on the jacket. It was 'Ocean blue' one of the most famous colon. I could tell because back then when I used to work as a bartender, I would sneaked to my boss's office and used his colon, it was same as his. I raised my head and looked at him, he was staring at his phone. Like he was waiting for something. It definitely would be the interviewer. He was well dressed and looked rich. If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance.

My pussy clenched at the thought and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. We ended up in a huge library that looked so rich. Viktor poured two glasses of dark red wine and handed me one, his fingers brushing mine on purpose. “Ask your questions,” he said, leaning back against a massive desk, legs spread just enough that my eyes kept dropping to the thick outline pressing against his pants. Damn he looked huge. “But know that every answer has a price.” I took a long sip. “People say you don’t age. That you’ve been around longer than you should. How do you explain looking the same in photos from twenty years ago?”

I look up. "Your mother tells me you've been reading a lot." He nods toward the book I'd left on the kitchen counter when I came down — Finn and Fiona, face up. "What is it?" I got the hardcover on the way here. "Just a novel," I say. He reaches over and picks it up before I can say anything else, which is a small violation presented as casual interest. He looks at the cover. Something crosses his face, there and gone. "Romance," he says.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

Not even slightly. This man, I shook my head slowly, moving further inside with my arms tucked close, not touching anything. This is actually stunning. A desk sat clear in the center — except for a lamp, a pen holder with pens arranged by height, by HEIGHT, and a small neat stack of books to the right side. I drifted toward them naturally. Business. Economics. Architecture. And then— I stopped. Picked it up. A woman on the cover wearing thin panties. Long legs. Strappy bra. The kind of cover that needed absolutely no explanation about what was inside.