I had a gig early last year to illustrate two book covers for Harlequin. At first I asked if they were calling to have me pose on the cover -- perhaps to be photographed wielding a sword while dry-humping a buxom, enormous-breasted vixen straddling a giant serpent -- but, alas, they only wanted me and my Wacom.
I tossed two illustrations over, and received a cheque in the mail a few weeks later. Lost interest in following up; finally found them on Amazon today:
That ain't my typography, by the way. Ugh.