I'm in it for the covers, plain and simple. The artwork. The typography. The titles. At present, I haven't read a single one of these little gems in its entirety, and it's not just because the books might very well disintegrate in my hands. I have little desire to read the books because the text simply CANNOT live up to the masterfully drawn female figures and knowing glances that grace Brandon House covers or the outrageously over-the-top paintings by Robert Bonfils or Eric Stanton, or even — for that matter — the misshapen faces and laughable nipple-less breasts created by nameless hacks of yesteryear.