I have a file on my hard drive titled “Old Skool with Jaundice,” and this is easily my favorite cover in that collection. It's not so much the jaundice possibilities as the hiding possibilities. What is she concealing under there?!
It's not the best quality scan, but oh, my, the possibilities are quite titillating. Time to Caption This Cover!
Put your best caption in the comments, and you're entered to win a $25 gift certificate to the bookstore of your choice. Standard disclaimers apply: I'm not being compensated for this giveaway though sitting in the sun to counter any reports of jaundice would not be a horrible punishment. Open to anyone over the age of 18 anywhere in any time period. Slippery when wet. Less-than-three didn't look like a heart to me for a long, long time, and I couldn't figure out why so many people were 1-ing or 2-ing something. Do not remove under penalty of law.
You've got 24 hours to caption, and you can like and promote your favorites as you go.
So, what's going on there? Bring on the captions!
“Oh, darlin’! I want you so bad.” He moaned.
An even deeper moan issued from her mouth as he gently slid the dress down her back. “Oh honey, stop. We can’t go any further until I tell you something.”
She tried to stop his gliding hands, but his rough touch felt so good.
“What is it Amaryllis? You know you can tell me anything. I love you so much.”
His hands were slowly creeping to her front of her thighs. If she did not say something soon, he would discover his surprise.
“I—oh, that feels good. I, ohhhhh.” She shuddered delicately.
Grayson stopped his roving fingers when he encountered something at the heart of her womanhood. His fingers traced the odd shape, stroking up and down. The shape and weight of it was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.
“Amaryllis?” He asked, concerned.
He turned around, her dress falling elegantly to the ground, exposing her heaving chest. And the arrow of hair beginning at her navel and sliding under her under drawers.
“I was born a man.” She reached for him, sliding her arms up his chest and pressing her erect manhood against his. “That’s not a problem for you is it?”
Nah, I’m just old enough to have learned raunch WWII songs at me mother-in-law’s knee. Should I be a Belles of Bedlam fan?
There was a young man from Gorse
Who was madly in love with his horse
‘Til a filly all in yellow
Showed HER tail to the fellow
Crowed he, “A gallup! Without the remorse!”
This is a good time for us to discuss the benefits of using a good sublock, with your hair color you are asking for a sunburn…
When he said he wanted to plow her like a field, he didn’t expect the pumpkin farmer’s daughter to take him quite so literally.
My co-worker saw this and immediately said. “Pony Ride Training Practice”.
This was right after she said, “Why is there a horse in the background!?”
I’m trying desperately not to enter the contest, since “fisting” is not a word generally used in heterosex cover copy.
Also, I don’t see any way to beat Allison E.‘s “Hennadora the Centaur” entry.
Constipation? Here, I can help.
Life was hard for a lady spy. No sooner had she gotten ambasador Don Que Cong to Spill his secrets or he was about to find out what heat she was packing ‘neeth her skirts. Would she be able to slither away in time, or would he have to face… fire’s tender kiss?
“Darling, my daily yoga would be so much easier if you would not try to mount me from behind.”
YES, for left-handed men.
The intensity of their love ripped the clothes from their ripe, succulent bodies. First he hunts the deer…then the girl…
Tatiana and the Rogue Chiropractor
She’s 34, 24, 68. She hoped he wouldn’t find out.
Why do you insist on calling this ‘cleaning your oven?’
“Do you smell that?”
Remember what Tyra says, “Booty Tooch!”
Marcus gently prepared Fiona to feel fire’s tender kiss on her chocolate starfish.
You might like them. They sing bawdy songs and perform at various faires. I like the Merry Wives of Windsor. The song starts at about 2:20
If you thought a hard-looking women couldn’t be innocent…..If you thought a sleazy drug dealer couldn’t be tender….If you thought a badly drawn horse couldn’t wander into the background and bring them together….you might not be tapped out on romance novels just yet.
Oh my God Becky look at her butt!
My anaconda don’t want none, unless you got buns, hun.
LOL, Alex, love it!
She thought to herself, “This is a weird place for a chiropractor’s office.”