Harlequin Romance Novel Covers Novels & Stories

She was just a reader—hungry for escape. She paused when her eyes landed on a cover that practically glowed under the soft overhead light. A werewolf love novel. The title was in cursive silver: Moonbound Desire. The cover featured a fierce, shirtless alpha holding a trembling woman in his arms, both cloaked by moonlight and mystery. It was utterly ridiculous—and exactly what she needed. Ryleigh pulled it from the shelf and smiled to herself. She checked it out at the front desk with Miss Ada, who glanced at the cover and gave her a knowing look but didn’t say a word.

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

After releasing all the anger from deep within, Winona put on a smile and went to Henry’s room. She knocked on the door and went in. It was quiet with only some rustling sounds, Henry was painting at his desk right then. There were already many portraits on his desk, all of which were portraits of Molly, her smile as bright as sunshine in the spring. The floor was filled with all types of woods, which were carved with Molly’s look. There were a multitude of postures, including seated and standing ones as well as angry and charming ones.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

I touch her skin, pale and pliant and softer than cash- mere. I kiss her skin, painting her cake-batter complexion vixen red. I don’t know why I left my lipstick on. Maybe so I could leave my lipstick on her. Taryn’s spine curves as my tongue loops hoops around her nipples. My palms shift to her sides, drift to her thighs. I lower my head. She raises her hips. My mouth cruises along her sex, the color of pink champagne and the flavor of pineapple and red velvet cake. I tunnel through her cunt, lust glazing my lips.

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?

“What’s this?” “Your half of the deal,” he said simply, like that explained everything. I looked down and groaned so loudly it almost felt personal. “No,” I said instantly, holding it up between two fingers like it might bite me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Not even a little.” The cover was already screaming p**n on paper before i even opened it. Dark, dramatic font, a shirtless vampire-looking man holding some bloodied naked girl. It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle.

I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops. It’s a romance novel. A thick, spicy, explicit romance. A slow smile spreads across my face. I sink into the chair, clutching the book to my chest. I pressed the book against my chest, the hard edges of the cover digging into my skin. I didn't even look at the others on the shelf. I just needed this one. A tiny, wicked smirk pulled at my mouth as I slipped out of the room. It felt like a heist, a dirty little secret I was stealing from the shadows of this house.

“Admit it. All that control you hold in court makes you want to lose it somewhere private with me.” He grabbed my wrist pulling me flush against him in one smooth move. “You have no idea what you’re inviting Kayla.” His mouth crashed down on mine, as his free hand gripped my ass squeezing tight. I moaned into the kiss grinding against the hard bulge in his pants feeling how big and thick his cock was already straining for me. Harlan spun me around bending me over his desk, shoving my skirt up to my waist. He ripped my soaked panties down my legs and I heard him groan low when he saw how dripping wet my pussy was.

I sat down on the quilted blanket which covered her bed and looked about, taking in her neatly organised dressing table, the pile of books next to the small armchair which faced the window, and the thick, leather bound book next to her bed. I picked up the book and stroked the leather cover before I flipped it open and stared at the pressed flower on the page - a daffodil. Flipping through the book I noticed the pages filled with pressed flowers of every type, their names written in elaborate writing beside them. No matter what had happened over the years, a piece of April still remained in Harley and that made me smile. My phone rang and I set the book back, answering the call.