Novel Cover Novels & Stories

It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy' "A night with the casa nova?! Seriously?" She jolted but quickly recovered and looked at me with a shy smile as she closed the novel, bookmarking it with her pen. God! Whatever that story is about clearly isn't age appropriate and what sort of story cover is that? Shouldn't stuff like that be censored? More importantly, how on earth did she get those sneaky little hands of hers on that? I did see a familiar signature on the left top side but where have I seen it before?... oh, now I remember, it's Lisa's.

Their titles are; "Mr. Billionaire wants me Back" Which will be in both a mobo reader and a good novel And "His perfect Dare". Which will be available exclusively at a good novel. Thanks so much, for all the love. Please keep reading, liking, voting, and commenting but please only positive comments, not violent comments.

She took a long drink and then smacked her lips together, “delicious.” “Thanks. I told your father if I needed to put up with the bullshit out there, I was opening the champagne he was saving for our anniversary.” “Fair deal.” They clinked glasses. “How is the new book?” her mother asked leaning her hip on the counter. “Fantastic.” Especially with the new cover design she was drafting. She’d found a photo of Cruz Hawley on a rugby fan site after he’d ripped his shirt off after his team scored a try. It was being heavily edited of course but she couldn’t wait to send him a copy when it was released. “My editor is doing the final editing now and it’ll be released in ten days.”

Derek was trying to reassure himself more than anything. Anya walked through the castle halls, the bright red carpet was soft to the touch. Her toes squished into it as she stepped. The beautiful white marble shows from underneath , a border around the carpet and walls. The beautiful ivory white walls were painted to perfection and the crown trim was painted the same bright red as the carpet. Every few feet was a very clean table with a beautiful planted plant that was lively and happy. Some are flowers, some succulents and a few grass like plants. She didn’t care for those so much but there were very few of them.

Tss… I was searching for a book when I saw some romance novel. I reached for it and stared at the book’s cover. It has a steamy and sexy cover. It’s interesting. I nodded to myself. I flipped the first page and tried to read it. And luckily it has an interesting plot, though it’s not suitable for young readers. I was having a fun read when someone cleared his throat behind me. I turn around and my eyes widened when I saw Ronald! I quickly hide the book behind me as soon as I saw him, but his eyes flew to my arms which now hiding behind me.

" Please don't forget to let me know your thoughts, where you think I could use improvement and where you would like to see more information in the last book. I will be going back to do a final reedit of this novel, but I will begin writing East this month. The final installment of 'The Luminary Quartet' will focus more on the dragon shifters if you guys haven't guessed by this point. Finally, I have an artist working on designs for the final covers for all the books in this quartet. The cover for East will be temporary until they are all complete, and in the next few weeks I will be changing all the other covers to the final product. I am super excited for you guys to see what we've come up

I crouched down and pulled it out halfway to get a better look. On the Matter of Souls: Death, the Afterlife, and Everything Between “Seems useful,” I muttered to myself and pulled it out. It was heavier than it looked. The cover was dark green, the papers gone yellow with age, and when I cracked it open, dust came flying up that made me cough and wave my hand in front of my face. The first page had a beautiful illustration of Death on it, although the ink had browned. I turned carefully to the table of contents and ran my finger down the list.

he laughs, "That's completely unexpected and oddly specific." "They're mean," I say defensively, because they absolutely are. "And loud. And they have those creepy eyes on their feathers.” He holds up his hands in surrender. "Fair point. I'll keep all avian metaphors to a minimum for the rest of the evening." "And you?" I ask, taking a sip of wine that tastes like it was pressed by angels. "What's not on your profile?" "I have a half-finished novel I'll never let anyone read. It's absolutely terrible."

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

It was heavy. The cover was a deep, matte navy blue. In the center, embossed in gold foil that caught the afternoon light, was a simple line drawing. A door. With a lion's head knocker. THE BLUE DOOR A Novel By Elion Marrow Cale stared at the cover. His thumb traced the gold foil. "A Novel," Cale read aloud. "Yeah," Elion said, walking over nervously. He stood a safe distance away, as if the book might bite him. "Legal said we had to classify it as fiction. To avoid lawsuits from Lysander. And the government. And... you know, the laws of physics."