So maybe don’t judge a book by the abs on its cover.Facing down mercenaries in Africa, Jason Bourne witnesses the death of an art dealer named Tracy Atherton. Put less dramatically, a lack of abs is not a in anyway an indicator that a book is of high quality. I leave you with this note of caution, everyone: this is what can happen if you have no abs. I love this book, and the fact that the lack of abs means I get to include it in this post delights me. Just out of general curiosity, I wouldn’t mind seeing the versions of Reid’s Winston Brothers series cross-stitch covers that include abs, but they’re also awfully great as they are, and it seems a little unfair to ask her to do more. Well, it’s not abs and that’s the criteria, so it counts and you’re welcome.

No abs here, but I also feel I should tell you that this excellent book is not about feathers. Roomies by Christina Laurenįull disclosure, this book is being made into a movie, and Jenna Dewan has amazing abs, so be careful how far down the road of this story you go if you are opposed to impressive abs. And I genuinely love this cover, but you might need to think about who you are as a person if you’re cool with disembodied heads but not people with midsections. The only body parts this cover has on it are heads. Here are some creative, unique-and ab-free!-covers that also happen to adorn some great romance stories. Setting aside the fact that there’s an actual cliché about not judging books by their covers, the idea that an exceptionally well-sculpted human body on the outside of a book would disallow an exceptionally well-crafted human story on the inside is bizarre and at least a little lazy.īut romance is multi-faceted, and if people need romance covers that are ab-free (maybe they have a religious thing or a medical condition or whatever), then so be it. It’s stuff like, “Ugh, I can’t take these books seriously because of all the abs!” and “Oh, abs are nice, but wouldn’t a real story be even nicer?” or “Well, I’ve already hit my ‘real’ book quotient, so I might as well have abs to admire since I’m only going to be reading trash anyway!” You know the sort of boring, self-congratulatory comments. For one reason or another, I’ve recently noticed an unusually high number of people in my social media and in-person worlds complaining about the prevalence of “abs” on romance covers.

Every Road To You by Phyllis Bourne