Romance Novel Cover Models Novels & Stories

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

River turned his chair slightly, adjusting to the direction I was coming from. "I want to show you this." I placed the magazine on his desk. The cover of this issue of Pamela magazine featured an interesting and alluring picture. In the center of the cover, the beautiful face of a model radiating charm and elegance was clearly displayed. Her face is surrounded by floral embellishments that give the whole look a feminine and romantic touch. The model is wearing an elegant pink dress with a cut that shows off her beautiful body very gracefully. The dominant colors used are soft and warm shades, which give the cover a glamorous and luxurious feel. The words "PAMELA" are prominently displayed at

Nova— "Stand straight for me, Ms. Pierce." Dora Angles circled behind me, fastening the final buttons of my gown. I stood on the dressing platform inside Flaminga's Gallery, one of the most prestigious dress boutiques in South Bay. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors gleamed beneath crystal chandeliers, and every gown displayed around the room looked like something pulled from a fairy tale. The Imperial Foundation Gala was this Friday. When Nicolai and I had visited his family over the weekend, Patrice and Perra had practically insisted that my dress come from Flaminga's.

“Look at that.” I glared at her before settling my eyes on the front cover of the magazine. When I saw a familiar woman on it, I felt a sudden chill throughout my body. She looked exactly like Camille but more controlled and composed. She wore a halterneck pleated black dress with her long dark hair cascading down her shoulder in a smooth flow. Her eyes changed; they were not steel grey but hazel. THE ENGLISH MODEL AND ACTOR CARA DAVIDSON

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.

In the spacious photography studio, spotlights from various corners and the sound of cameras snapping echoed, capturing the models of Glass Glory. The individual photoshoot session was almost over; now it was time for the group photoshoot for the latest magazine cover featuring Coquet's newest product launch. Catherine was ready, wearing a beautiful peach-coloured gown with a low neckline and simple makeup. She sat in the centre among the 20 Glass Glory models who would be the leading representatives of Coquet's products.

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.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.