Oooh! A "Harlequin Historical"!
In my neighborhood pharmacy, the rack of cheesey paperback romance novels (bodice-rippers all) is near the prescription counter. Sometimes while I'm waiting for a prescription to be filled, I'll take a look at the book covers. I get the biggest (silent) laugh from the covers of books where the hero is supposed to be a Native American, yet clearly the model is of European ancestry.
You'd think they could at least find a hunky Native American somewhere who would pose with his shirt off for a few bucks.