Novel & Cerita Romancing Mister Bridgerton Book Cover

“Did I say you could fantasise about him? No, so I wouldn’t push it if I were you, Kitten.” Smiling at him, I am glad he has realised. “So, here are the designs I drew up. Which one do you prefer, Alena?” I don’t want to choose. “Whatever Sir thinks is best.” I smile at Jackson to signal for him to choose. Demitri looks at me, shocked. “You have a good one here, Jackson.” He hands Jackson the images. “Which is why I married her.” Jackson nods towards my wedding ring. “And collared her as well. Such a shame; would be nice to share.” He jokes back, although something tells me it is not a joke. The thought of him though, with me, doesn’t feel right yet, at the same time, I am interested.

“You follwed me. Do you even realize how criminal that sounds?” He bows. Again. What is this? A remake of The Bridgerton series with a 21st century theme? Wonderful series by the way, but I digress. “Please accept the envelope, Miss Amani.” He even knows my name. Pushed by pure curiosity, I accept the envelope and flick it open. The moment I get the weird seal thingy off the flap, the scent of rosemary filters into my nostrils — one of my most favourite scents in the world.

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

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.

With my phone dangling in my hand, my gaze moved slowly around the space until it landed on the study table by the window. There were stacks of books, notebooks with pens thrown into a ceramic mug shaped like a cartoon bear. Curiosity nudged at me and against my better judgement, I stood and walked over. The first thing I noticed was the genre of the books. It was Forbidden Romance. Smirking, I picked one up. The cover was dramatic; dark silhouettes, a man in a suit looming behind a woman who looked simultaneously terrified and intrigued. I almost laughed as I flipped it open. Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly.

book to a specific page I had marked and handed it to him. "Just read." I watched Lorenzo's reaction, which went from a frown to eyes wide in shock. "What?... is this a p**n book?" "It's not a p**n book," Andrea said in a reprimanding tone. "It's The Señorita!" I said in an admiring sigh followed by Andrea. "This book is about a romance between a Spanish cook and a lady of the aristocracy! A forbidden romance between a rich lady and a commoner! Ahhh..." I sighed. "The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!"

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

she asked, her voice colored by her disappointment. "Absolutely, dear! I just finished a book I think you'll adore," Mrs. Hogan said, pointing to a part of the library Katherine hadn’t explored before—an intriguing collection of unique fantasy novels that seemed to whisper of hidden adventures. With a newfound sense of excitement, Katherine dove into the unknown. As she scanned the titles, one book caught her eye; its cover illustrated a swirling nebula, a scene reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes in "The Tides of the Myrtle." It was hefty, with a worn leather cover and a gilded spine that hinted at untold wonders. She gently pulled it off the shelf, her fingers grazing the aged paper.

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."