Romance Novel Cover Models Novels & Stories

“Careful. You are clumsy as always.” “Sorry! At least you are here at my side to protect me.” “I will never leave you, so I’ll do anything just to be at your side.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “What are you doing?” “Writing a novel.” “About what?” “About love.” “Who’s your model for your male lead?” “Zeno, my baby, of course!” “You should be the female lead. I don’t want someone else.” “You know how to paint?” “Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?”

I don't let myself read any of them. I'm fine until I move past the newspapers and my eyes fall on the rack of magazines. Most of the celebrity weeklies feature pictures of supermodels or famous actors, but one cover jumps out from the rest. Sure enough, one of the gossip rags has already picked up the story of my breakdown. But that's not what makes my stomach sink. On the cover of the magazine, next to the huge picture of me, is an even larger picture of Ward. "SECRETS AND ROMANCE!" the cover says. And beneath that: "Is Louisa Cunningham's new lover more than he seems?"

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.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

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."

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.

She sighed as she knew that the face of the cover model was one of Johnny’s models under the label his agency ‘Fame & Rage’. As the label of the agency brought their clients, something unique, different but spectacular attractive with some mysterious angles. Elena found the picture of the model was hung upside down, half naked with the model’s private part was covered uniquely artistic by some tropical fruits and the model’s facial expression was so thriving the artistic angle of photo. She was flipping out of the pages when she caught an article about Jane Dovey. She sniffed. She remembered Johnny said to her one day while they were having lunchtime that she was having some facial features

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She didn’t care for those so much but there were very few of them. She came to a stop in front of a huge cherry red oak door. It was massive and took two guards to open it. The impressive throne room in front of them. The red carpet led up to the throne, where a man and women sat with ease. The woman was slightly plump but the Man was very fit. His suit showed him off with pride as he adorn the medals he received and the rose gold crown on his head. The woman is much the same. Their outfits matched the carpet, the woman was in a more slim fitting red dress, her fingernails painted the same. The seams on the dress showed she was a bit too large for it. He was in white dress pants and a royal