Novel Cover Design Novels & Stories

After thorough research on the genre, I wrote an erotic novel myself, with the not-so-much unique name, The rush. I would like to see this baby published one day. Dreaming never killed anyone, except the people in A Nightmare on Elm Street. "All I need is a damn sexy cover for the book" I breathed anxiously and bit my inner lip. It was something I wanted to be done quickly and if possible, with no expense. Money was my constant problem. I was overthinking it and gave myself anxiety for no reason. I would buy a damn photo online and be done with it today! But before everything, I must shower.

With a sigh, I close it and drop on the table, its front cover downward. Just as I'm about to pick up my now cold pie, my eyes go to the book and I take notice of the design on the cover. Dropping my pie once again, I pick up the book to take a close look at it. My mouth opens in shock, and I feel the blood drain from my face at the realization of what the building on the cover looks like. The mansion where Adam's family stays.

“I was good with doing the four dates. I thought it was going to be fine, and it would die down, until you put me on the book cover. How the fuck did you get it done so fast? How? I asked a friend of mine in publishing, and they told me covers take months and months to approve.” “It a special favor my editor called in with her boss. Her boss loved the new cover so much they halted production and went with it. Come on, Cruz. The cover is smoking hot. It’s sexy even. You should be proud to be on the cover of a Perris Brooks novel. My last five books all hit the top five in contemporary romance and sci-fi romance.” “Proud? Did you see the life-sized cutouts? How did you get them all printed so

Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this.

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

It had a dark green cover embossed with a phoenix totem from the game "Embers of Myth" That was the first version of the game's logo, which I had spent 36 sleepless nights designing. Penelope had it printed on the cover. The notebook held all my design sketches, which she had carefully collected, hoping my dream would come true. I paused when I reached the seventh page. There was a sticky note next to a photo of me wearing glasses and writing code. It read, "Today, Edward sounded so fierce when he scolded the planners. The revised plan was ten times better. How could there be such an adorable genius?"

Nina was already too focused on the large, beautifully bound book on the table to even notice my weird movements. The outdoor patio at Marcelline’s was perfect. The sunlight filtering through was soft, and then white tablecloths fluttering gently, the elegant hum of other diners around us. But all I could focus on was not wincing. Nina pushed the lookbook toward me with an excitement that was very contractive. “Look at this.” The cover was stunning. High-quality, almost museum-piece level, with that unmistakable Off-White energy. Virgil Abloh’s early work.

That is what the book is. The cover was designed in April, and the designer sent three options. Aria looked at them at the kitchen table on a Saturday morning and knew immediately which one was right, which was the one that showed a garden in an unspecified season, neither fully in bloom nor fully bare, in a light that could have been any hour of any day, with the sense of someone having just left or about to arrive, the garden existing in the between-state that gardens existed in most of the time, which was the most honest representation of what the book was about. She sent the designer a note saying the third option.

"The polish is what you show the public when you're trying to hide the flaws, Julian. The real strength is in the rough." Marcus called them from the floor "Elena, Julian the design team just uploaded the primary cover concepts for the historical sagas flagship release. They need the author's structural review." Elena stood up smoothing her sweater, her eyes on the diamond. The professional writer who had spent fifteen years shaping stories for others had finally found the truth. She slid her hand into Julian's. They walked toward the stairs. They weren't running from their history anymore; they were about to publish it for the world to see.

Cover photo by DESYGNER. Cover design by WINIFRED REGINALD. |This book is dedicated to my Mom and sister Mrs Rita Reginald and Ms Ella Reginald,who basically inspired and supported me all through from the head start. Contents Prologue: The beginning Chapter 1: Messing with Mr grumpy Chapter 2: Payback gone wrong Chapter 3: The unexpected bombshell Chapter 4: A whole lot of crazy Chapter 5: Didn't they tell you that new york bitches are savages