Romance Novel Cover Art Novels & Stories

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.

The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant. “You are a lover of dark romance?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in shock. The question hung in the air, almost surreal. Cole looked at me and then at the cover of the book. “Yes, I am. I’m actually a lover of dark romance and I really like this book. I have read it before, but then I just skim through some pages when I’m bored or better still when I want to reconnect back with the characters,” Cole said, his voice filled with a quiet passion. Gosh, he was using the exact words I would have used if I was the one asked the question.

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I ask, beaming. “Yeah.” He shrugs a little. “To be honest, my art skills kinda suck, and I pretty much just winged the whole design thing—” “It's perfect, Ax.” Holding the note to my chest, I tilt my chin to meet him. “I love it.” A grin blooms on his face as he stares down at me. Softly. “I actually hoped to make this feel like a—I don't know. A Shakespeare romance book, maybe?” He shakes his head, smiling. “I guess I suck at big romantic acts as well.”

She wondered what Lizzy meant and curiosity rose at its peak when she wanted to know why she thought this book may relieve her pain or help her decide. She crossed a thumb along the edges and slowly lifted off the cover with her index finger. She gasped when her eyes lay on the most beautiful thing ever. It was a picture of Ronan in his green and yellow tux with a flashing grin that revealed all his teeth, even the canines that had once cut her.

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

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.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........