Harlequin Romance Novel Covers Novels & Stories

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

HARLEY "What are you reading?" she asks, glancing at the cover of my book. "Oh, a werewolf romance," she says with a grin. "Are you a fan of the genre?" I feel my cheeks redden. "Well, I'm not really sure," I say, laughing a little. "I've never read anything like this before. I just picked it up because the cover looked interesting." "You should read it," Lauren says. "The story is really well-written, and the characters are complex and interesting. It's not just some cheesy romance novel."

"All of them?" "Yes." I carefully unwrapped each box to find hardbound books in them. I laughed out loud, reading the titles. I picked the first one, looking at the erotic cover page where a girl is sitting in a man's lap. He is wearing nothing. "Married to my boss," I read the title. The second one has the hands of a girl, cuffed to the bed, "The Mafia Don's Pet." The other one has a guy with a pack, a body I am so familiar with and the photo I have taken while he was in the gym. "Did you really put this on a book cover?"

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

“Thank you! It’s one of my latest creations. I call it the Imperial Champagne. A champagne-infused vanilla velvet cake with champagne mascarpone cream, strawberry compote, and vanilla bean buttercream.” I nearly melted into the chair. No one knew this, but I had a bit of a sweet tooth. “Ohh,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a second. “Talk dirty to me.” Nicolai burst out laughing. Not one of his quiet, controlled laughs either. A real one. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with open amusement, and somehow, that made my face warm faster than the champagne cake ever could. “Well…” he said, turning back to Chef Palstin, his tone laced with humor, “I believe we have a winner.”

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.

I said, and the lie tasted like burnt sugar dissolving on the back of my tongue. "Good." He straightened, already withdrawing, already moving on to the next thing. "You'll wear it when we entertain next week." His cologne lingered after he left the room, that expensive and aggressive scent that had claimed every space in this house, every breath I took inside it. I sat at my vanity and looked at the woman in the mirror with the diamond collar around her throat and thought about Claudette Harrow's voice across a dinner table. So neatly. I thought about my books gathering dust. About the letters I had written and found later in the wastebasket, the ink slightly blurred, read by eyes that were