Mills and boon book covers
Mills & Boon rips bodices from covers - TelegraphFriday 11 October UK News feed. No longer will gipsy heroines sport wind-blown hair and flouncy dresses while nuzzling a man who more resembles Zorro than any normal woman's idea of a romantic hero. The publishing house, which has been going for 92 years, announced yesterday that, in future, covers would feature "contemporary real-life photographs" of "empowered" modern women. Insiders suggested that the switch was because some readers were embarrassed to be seen in public with books with such slushy covers and only continued to buy the novels despite their outward appearances. A company survey revealed that even regular readers - there are an estimated three million - now yearned for a more modern image and a design agency was employed to come up with a new look.
Taking Fake Book Covers on the Subway
Mills & Boon rips bodices from covers
There was the Arabian prince, the Italian playboy. And, er, the other Arabian prince. They came from all over the world — rarely the UK, urgh barf — but they had several traits in common. Strong, brooding, bright and prone to huffy fits of bossing people about, they were Alpha males before we even knew what that meant. And the women all fitted a formula too.
It has been synonymous with romance novels for much of its year history. The book covers once depicted wooden looking couples, with strong handsome men placing a protective arm around a trembling heroine or sweeping her off her feet. But these days you are more likely to see a fierce woman smouldering at the camera while a chiselled man stares lustfully in her direction. Titles have gone from the innocent No Other Man, published in , to Sweet are the Ways in , before landing firmly in the modern day with recent publications like Best Man…With Benefits and Flirting with Intent. And before that, American sitcom Sex in the City — which aired until — normalised discussions about sex between friends. You can really chart the changes because we have a history lasting over years. It was implied, and there was lots of sensuality so you could imagine what had happened behind closed doors, but it wasn't explored on the page.
When the subject of reading romance novels arises, most folks turn up their noses, clearly too good for that sort of fluffy nonsense. Demand is great, the turnover is high, and the arena of love is an area where the used book market thrives — these books have typically short print runs, but thanks to secondhand shops and websites, the out-of-print steamy affairs can be discovered and enjoyed by new readers again and again. And why not? The day after I could become a wealthy, bored and slightly spoiled heiress in a villa in Tuscany, shocked by the audacity and smoldering gazes of the rude mechanic who knows I need to be taken down a peg. Perhaps if we have a battle of wits, we can make up a few times afterward, then sun ourselves by the pool and sip Pinot Grigio. Or what of this young man in the hospital bed, who drove his car off the road, to end it all? As a nurse, I naturally maintain a brisk detachment and professional efficiency, but this patient is different.