We have another caption cover contest for you all!
I just need to know why they’re in this position. Is he nursing her? Did she just fall asleep? She’s also making this weird kissy face. Help me figure this out this cover!
Here are the rules for captioning that cover:
Comment below with your caption! Caption that cover however you wish! You can come up with a new title or tagline. A winner will be randomly selected at the end of the contest!
The best captioner will receive a $10 bookstore credit to a book retailer of their choosing.
Standard disclaimers apply: We are not being compensated for this giveaway. Void where prohibited. Open to international residents where permitted by applicable law. Must be over 18. Have some smelling salts on hand. Be sure to feng shui your fainting couches and have any pecs primed with exfoliation. The smoother the skin, the better the landing. Comments will close Friday June 21, 2019 around noon ET, and a winner will be announced shortly thereafter.
Best of luck!
Winner update: Congratulations to Nena for this somewhat disturbing winning caption:
The series is called the “Lactating Lords Series” the new title is called “Milking the Marquess.”
The scandalous members of the Brocade Men’s Club found the new chloroform based cologne surprisingly effective on the Ladies Who Wear Curtains Society.
“Why the hell did we attempt that stupid Super Glue challenge?”
Damn. Just a freckle. I thought it was leftover Nutella from earlier.
/blows raspberry/ Now will you smile for the camera?
Allison rushed to re-inflate “Sir Philip” before the mean girls returned from the lady’s room. She’d never live it down if any of them noticed her fiancé was a blow-up doll.
Cutting glass has never been this dreamy
The self-tanning applicator was bigger than she anticipated.
”Do I smell funny?”
“No”
“Here let me move my shirt, how about now?”
“Hmm, I don’t know?”
“Come closer and get a good whiff.”
Not a caption, but … what the hell is going on with his neck?!
“Listen, I realize this is your first kiss and I want to make it special for you, but scrunching up your face and squeezing your eyes closed isn’t helping either of us. You look like a 5-year-old who’s about to taste something bad.”
Not a caption, but the cover reminded me …
“P.S. Darling, don’t be so Sabine about it. It was only a kiss, after all.”
–Stolen from Mary Stewart, NINE COACHES WAITING.
Fifty years, people. That’s how long I’ve remembered that line, although I had no idea then who the Sabines were and how wrong the comparison was. But in my heart, I was Linda Martin, lonely and lovely governess, yearning for Raoul from afar. Book magic strikes again.
“I love the smell of Nip-palm in the morning.”
Prince Charming hadn’t realized that in order to keep Sleeping Beauty awake he had to keep kissing her. This was going to make getting out of that castle complicated.
This game of find-the-nipple-with-your-lips was much harder with her eyes closed…
In order to keep himself from laughing at the ridiculous look on Jessica’s face, Eric diverted to smelling her hair instead.
“A lovely golden color, nice legs. I detect hints of honey and citrus–perhaps, bergamot and a hint of oak. I can’t wait to taste! I expect complexity and a looooong finish.”
“When pouting seems hopeless in inspiring the Prince to wear purple.”
Dreaming of a marquess brings forth an 80s rock god, complete with leather pants and a black brocade shirt…and Donny Osmond hair. Her titled soldier of love spanning the centuries to bring her a Happily Ever After.
(I realize this isn’t a time travel book, but you said we can caption “however you wish.”) lol
Why did I time travel back to a time before mass-marketed deodorant?
When love seems impossible… and our kisses are directionally challenged…brocade finds a way.
“OK, upsy-daisy, let’s get you to bed. I knew you had a little too much mead with dinner!”
Um, I think you should go back to practice kissing on your hand.
Button: 1, earring: zero
The series is called the “Lactating Lords Series” the new title is called “Milking the Marquess”
I am kind of weirded out with his neck. Giraffe?
Rock hard pecs meets panting purple heaving bodice: an impossible love story
A make believe day with imaginary passion.
(Or, “DREAM ON” and kiss whoever you want; where ever you want.)
“Oh drat, it’s LANDING a Lord, not LAPPING a Lord.”
(third attempt posting)
This is TOTALLY the drunk girl from Sixteen Candles!
– blonde
– big purple dress
– too under the influence to give consent!
Loving the Marquess: The Prose is Not as Purple as the Cover, Honest.