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Thanks to Lady Rhian,  and Evil Auntie Peril, we have some jaw-dropping covers to share.

Sarah: Forget the lady and her awkward thumbs. That man needs that mirror when he next applies self-tanner and forgets his entire backside.

Candy: The dude looks hungry for more than love. No, I mean it. Take a look at that face, and then look at the way his hand is just about ready to claw off the poor woman’s shoulder.

Sarah: That majestically erect and pressed tie pointing downward, and the jauntily-posed champagne bottle cause me to ask one very obvious question:

Why is the executive wearing a prep school jacket?

Candy: Sweet sassy Moses in a sidecar, they’re not even trying for subtext any more, are they? I suppose I should be thankful there’s no rocket taking off in the background.

And what an odd duo of books to group together. I can’t help but think: is the executive’s secret the fact that he’s carrying the cowboy’s baby? Dude, I’d totally read a hermaphrodite secret baby cowboy romance. F’real.

Sarah: That right there? That’s a Rhinestone Cowboy. Just check his jeans ‘cause he’s wearing a glittery thong-tha-thong-thong-thong.

Candy: The guy doesn’t strike me as a cross-dresser so much as he tweaks my serial-killer-with-a-serious-foot-fetish alarm.

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