As you can no doubt tell, these are novels about handsome young billionaires, and the women who try to be their lovers, or succeed in capturing their hearts. The men on the covers are buff, handsome, and suitably stubbly. They present the ideal modern-day package of manhood, as long as that comes with having billions of dollars or pounds in the bank too.
Until recently, I didn’t even know that this was a so-called ‘Literary Genre’. (Pause for laughter at that)
What sad society has to become so low, as to create a genre for women who fantasise about a relationship with someone because they are a billionaire?
And the cover photos are telling.
Here are the photos of some real male billionaires, to compare.
See the difference?
Personally, I find this to be the thin end of the wedge. Such a popular fiction genre, based on wealth, and cover photos of male models.
Read a real book!
Let me know if you think I am wrong. Or if you agree with me.