Romance Novel Cover Models Novels & Stories

Looking satisfied with her reflection in the mirror, a girl named Grace Elena Michelle smiled. She looked charming in her white wedding dress with an open shoulder, revealing the beautiful shape of her cleavage. A tear on the dress from the calf to the thigh added to her elegance, showcasing her white and smooth skin. As a model born into a conglomerate family, she had naturally black hair, sexy lips, and a sharp nose. She wore rather thick makeup and a body perfume that smelled of Japanese blossom.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

"I write romance novels. Being intimate is part of the story. I just don’t' write about people having sex." "I know. I love your work. But be honest have you not been writing about sex this whole time you've been working on this series storyline." "You're a bitch." I rolled my eyes at her and we all laughed. "The photographers are going to be here later after lunch for the photo op. I can't believe Stephanie was able to convince you to have this kind of pictorial." "It's a picture of me, Rustin and Charlie." "You're doing topless, right?" "I'll do naked but Rustin might freak out." I replied playfully.

The warmth of him seeped into my back, and I quivered all over. I turned to face him with two men and a lady in her early thirties, "Hi Eric!" I said awkwardly. Before he could return the gesture Carlos yelled in joy, "Oh my God! He is Andrew Raymond, the famous Irish model" moving towards one of the men standing with him. "Yes, and our new model for the upcoming project too." Eric chuckled. "Nice to meet you, beautiful" Andrew gestured to Carlos. "Same here. I am Carlos and she is...", She said but stopped in between Eric.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

"There's one more thing." "And what is that?" She questioned, trying to stay focused but the handsome man in front of her was far too intriguing to ignore. He had two buttons undone, exposing his chest, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, hugging his muscles and making him look like a magazine model. All she could think about was what it would feel like to have those arms around her, pinning to her to the bed, or to the wall, making sure she didn't escape while he fucked her senselessly.

My pussy lips felt swollen and slick as I bent over to step out of my shorts giving him a view if he was looking. I pulled on a short silk dress that hugged my curves and barely covered my ass. No bra or panties. If he wanted to control my every move he could deal with the distraction. When I walked back out Ronan was waiting by the living room window checking the street below. He turned and his eyes ran over me once before locking back on my face. “Too short,” he said flatly. I smirked and sat on the couch crossing my legs so the dress rode up high on my thighs. “It’s my body. Deal with it. Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your eyes off me while you play big protector?”

"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.