Romance Book Cover Models Novels & Stories

John : " Rose....Look at me.. brat why do you keep looking into the book? " Rose while looking at her book says :"What's the matter? " John snatched the book from her hand and said : "Who do you like more.. me or this book? " Rose:"...." John:" Rose, don't you dare escape today.. tell me who is prettier.. and who do you like more "? Rose:" Book "!....saying this Rose snatched the book from his hand and began reading without even bothering with him.

I replied but was interrupted by her scream. "What?" "I found the book you need," her cheek instantly reddened as well. "Let me see," I grabbed the book from her hand, gazing at the cover. "Seducing him," was written on the cover and I smiled when I imagined seducing him in my head. "Luna, we should go sit, you need to get reading," "No, pick up a book, anyone of your choice," she was shy at first but then, she picked up one of the books that was a romance novel. It wasn't lengthy and I was sure she would be able to finish it before we left.

Martin said. His words startled everyone in the room. What did he mean by two? wasn’t Amelia the only one appearing on the front cover? “Welcome, Amelia and Maggie.” The people in the room looked at the magazine cover again. “Oh my God, it is true that there are two models. Look, the other one is wearing a white dress.” someone commented after taking a good look at the magazine. “Isn’t that part of the backdrop?” “No. If you look closely, she looks familiar with the lady sitting beside Amelia.”

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

Adrian disagreed. "Read this one." "No." Adrian narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even look at the cover." "I don't need to." "You absolutely do." "I absolutely don't." Adrian held the book higher. The cover depicted a handsome knight carrying a wounded prince through a snowstorm. Cassian stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he looked away. "No." "You judged it." "I assessed it." "You judged it." "It has a glowing sword on the cover." "The sword is symbolic."

~IVY~ It's another day in the library and Roxie is pretending to read about the anatomy of werewolves while I think of the Ebon Testament. I eye the cover of the book warily. “You know, if you keep using that book cover for all your erotic novels, someone is bound to suspect something.” With her face entirely hidden by the book, Roxie asks, “And how will they notice?” “Won't it be strange that you've been reading one book for straight three weeks?” I ask. “A werewolf anatomy book nonetheless. You should change the covers.”

Do I care if she knows my name? “Whatcha doin?” She bats her eyelashes at me and stops in front of the shelf that contains a bunch of romance novels. She pulls one off of the shelf and flashes the cover at me. It looks like the kind of book Reece would love, one of those bodice rippers, with a pirate on the cover and a woman with her boobs hanging out the top of her gown. Now, even the imaginary woman on the cover is making me hard…. Thank goodness I wasn’t sitting in here reading a romance novel, or I’d be in all kinds of trouble now.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

"I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?" "They're escapism," she said defensively. "And they're well-written. Some of them, anyway." "Uh-huh." I set the book back on the shelf, still grinning. "Do they all have shirtless men on the covers, or just most of them?" "I hate you." "No, you don't." She glared at me, but there was no real heat in it. And then, despite herself, she smiled again. That same genuine, unguarded smile that made my chest tighten.

Once she settled the deal, her rank as a model would instantly shoot up and maybe she would have a chance of being recognized by the infamous De Amour. De Amour had always been her top goal but it was hard for just anyone to be featured in the magazine. Charles was quite picky about who his models were. Everyone he picked was of high rank and it was hard for a B-list, much less a C-list model as herself, to be noticed and chosen to feature in the pages of the magazine and it was even harder to be selected for the cover page. The cover page had always been a spot of envy for many of the models in the industry and for a number of years the spot had been occupied by one sole person, the British