Bought for the Billionaire's Bed (MF)

Guilty Pleasures 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,637
43 Ratings (4.2)

[#337 Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, bondage]

Thirty-five-year-old self-made billionaire Trent Mavers needs more excitement in his life. The social scene in New York has left him thoroughly disillusioned. When he meets twenty-five-year-old Swedish beauty Mia Johansson at a charity auction, he believes he’s found the perfect woman. Sexy, alluring and highly intelligent, she is dressed to kill and is everything he desires.

However, Mia is not all she seems. She is hiding her true identity. After a night of unbridled passion in the billionaire’s bed, she soon finds herself in serious trouble when her deception is uncovered. The only person who can save her now is Trent Mavers, the very man she has deceived.

Is he acting out of kindness by spending thousands of dollars to help her, or has the billionaire really just bought her for his bed?

Note: This book contains anal sex.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Jan Bowles is a Siren-exclusive author


Bought for the Billionaire's Bed (MF)
43 Ratings (4.2)

Bought for the Billionaire's Bed (MF)

Guilty Pleasures 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,637
43 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Loved this book.
Not a lot of explicit bdsm, but a nice boy meets girl and fall in love at first sight story. A quick read on a lazy Sunday:)
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5 HEARTS: "Mia Johansson had worked for Madame Monique's dry cleaning business for four years. Her boss, an unlikeable, vain woman, was named Monica Weston. Her favourite hobby was, apparently, destroying Mia's self confidence. Mia had class, but no money. She was working and trying to get her education in art. She had come from Sweden with her parents blessing. Her dream was to open her own art gallery. Her latest dream was to attend the charity ball in her boss's place. All she needed was a dress to wear. Trent Mavers was instantly drawn to the beautifully dressed Scandinavian who appeared to be alone. As he approached her and started a conversation, he was surprised at her knowledge of art. She talked him into purchasing a painting that she was confident would be worth much more than he would have to pay. She went back to his place to see his artwork and, you know how that would turn out, right? She left while he slept the next morning without saying goodbye. Fortunately for Trent, he knew the designer of the dress she had worn and she had taken it in to be mended. Ms. Jan Bowles has, once again, excelled in her writing. This book was one of her best so far. Her characters were crisp, had unique personality traits and intensely arousing passion for living. The secondary cast members were as well developed and certainly added to the storyline. However, the main couple captivated my imagination. The art factor was powerfully captivating. The sexuality was passionate. The exciting sensuality was captivating. Bowles told her story with explicitly but not raunchiness. She has a way of writing sizzling scenes and captures attention with her absorbing storylines. This was definitely no exception. Her ability to write unforgettable manuscripts with dynamic plots is again proven in this latest book. I loved this book and cannot wait to read her next. This is a page-turner and will capture your attention from the beginning. I wholeheartedly recommend this book for those over the 'age.'" -- Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio

4 RAVENS: "Mia Johnasson is a Swedish immigrant dreaming of big dreams. Yet with all the big dreams, she is stuck in a dry cleaning business watching other people fulfill their dreams. One act of risk and her whole life changes in a way she never expected. Her parents always told her to be careful of her impulsiveness. Even though she made the biggest risk in her life she never thought of meeting a man like Trent Mavers. Trent is everything that she never thought a man like him would be interested in her. Mia’s life is centered on art but being with Trent is making her see there is more to life than art. Trent is a man who may be wealthy, but feels something is missing in his life. Everything changes when Mia enters his world making him see things through her eyes. Jan Bowles has a hit with this new romance story. Bought for the Billionaire’s Bed is filled with romance, fun and most of all trust. Jan Bowles shows us that with trust in love anything is possible, especially happily ever afters. Great job Ms. Bowles." -- Lena, BlackRaven's Reviews

4 STARS: "Bought for the Billionaire’s Bed is a plain old love story, with a couple of ups and downs, but all in all, very sweet. There is not much plot, except the ups and downs; the goals and motivations have strictly to do with their love life, with very little in the way of life conflicts. However, the feelings are well described and the story has a happy ending." -- Patrizia, Manic Readers Reviews

4 STARS: "Modern day Cinderella story, Mia is adorable as you read her impressions of life through her eyes. It was thoroughly enjoyable as Trent marvels at Mia’s refreshing outlooks on all matters important. A dazzling read." -- Emily, Sensual Reads

4 CHERRIES: "The movie Pretty Woman has nothing on this story, which was what came to mind when I started reading this book. Only, in this case Mia Johansson was not a hooker but a young woman working in a low paying job and a student of fine art who wanted to see a painting up close at a social gathering. My blood started to boil in chapter one because her boss told her that “one needed style and panache to pull off a social gathering” and that Mia was lacking in both department. Boy! Talk about pulling me into the plot and heating me up right off the bat--that did it. For a short story, Ms. Bowles did amazingly well in playing on the reader's emotions while bringing the characters to life. In this book, you will find one evil uncaring woman who needs a lesson in how to treat people, Trent Mavers, a billionaire who likes being an alpha male in both the business world and the bedroom and Mia Johansson, poor but pretty art major who loses her heart to the stunning billionaire. The only thing I did not make a connection to at first was the title of the book, which I felt did not truly go with the plot as I imagined it would until the end. Even so, when the plot turns and I read, “The hussy has cost me a small fortune. I’m gonna make damn sure I get my money’s worth out of her first before I drop her.” Then the title clicked and made sense in how one of the characters felt even if it was a misunderstanding and gave the plot a wild new twist to one of the most breathtaking love story I have read in a long time. This reviewer is looking forward to reading more of Jan Bowles books and will recommend this one to anyone who loves the movie Pretty Woman like I did. I'm betting you'll enjoy both the plot and the writing style in this story." -- Myrtle, Whipped Cream Reviews

4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Bought for the Billionaire’s Bed was a delightful and suspenseful novel. Ms. Bowles really digs into the emotions of her characters by providing them with multi-layers of personality and charm. I found myself scolding Mia one second and cheering her on the next. A realistic story line and dialogue kept the flow as Mia tried to extricate herself from the billionaire’s bed before her deception was uncovered. Ms. Bowles captivated me by her fast paced storyline that didn’t take the easy way out. She created a billionaire that didn’t disappoint by having a heart and a brain to go along with it. I can’t wait to read another of her wonderful novels." -- Susan, Dark Divas Reviews

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When Mia awoke it was still dark, apart from just a little moonlight streaming through the window. It took her a while to realize where she was. The heavy breathing of the naked man lying next to her soon focused her mind.


He lay facedown, a sheet half-draped across his legs. Her gaze traced the delicious contours of his back and thighs, every muscle clearly defined in the moonlight. He was perfect in every way, right down to his gorgeous ass. She breathed in. My God, he’d pleasured her to such an extent that she couldn’t believe her good fortune. When they’d made love for a second time he’d used every trick in the book to make her plead for release, holding her in place while he caressed every part of her body with his tongue.

Mia lay back on her pillows and stared at the ceiling. She was not the person he imagined her to be. Somehow, with the expensive designer dress and her knowledge of art, he’d assumed she was a woman with wealth and breeding. She guessed Trent thought she was financially solvent and well connected. Who wouldn’t think that, considering she was wearing a Galliano dress? Trent might be worth millions, but she wasn’t even worth the haute couture dress she’d borrowed, or was that stolen?

Now she had the dilemma of a lifetime. To tell the truth or not?

Last night had been wonderful in every respect. A fantasy come true. Why ruin a perfect dream with details of reality?

They’d made arrangements for dinner in two days’ time. It was then that she planned to tell him the truth. She knew she couldn’t continue masquerading as something she wasn’t.

Surely when Trent knew the whole story, he wouldn’t want to see her again. So what would be the point?

The fear of rejection made her slip quietly from his bed. Holding her breath, she silently retrieved her clothes and tiptoed from the room. Just before she closed the door she glanced back at the beautiful man lying sound asleep on the bed. His dark hair fell disheveled around his masculine features. The hint of stubble covered his strong jaw. His lips slightly parted in restful sleep. In another life things might have been so very different. Unfortunately, this dependence on wealth and status in society made her skeptical of his intentions. She just couldn’t take the chance. Something as beautiful as last night didn’t deserve to be ruined. It would remain untainted, a memory to cherish and last her a lifetime.

Once in his living area she began dressing. When she stepped into the dress she cursed her stupidity as she heard the loud tear. Just why had she put her high heels on first? Mortified, she looked down at the ripped garment. A large six-inch slit had been torn in the back. Now she would be in trouble. She looked toward the closed bedroom door. Had Trent woken at the sound of tearing material?

With not a moment to waste, she quickly continued, and then gathered her possessions together. She went over to the drinks cabinet and looked at the telephone number she’d written on the notepad the night before. She tore the page from the book, and then scribbled Trent a quick message. With one last look around the wonderful apartment, she made her way to his private elevator and pressed the ground floor button.

During the descent she stared at her pale face in the elevator mirror. She felt terrible. Had she done the right thing? When he woke up, would he be furious? Instinctively she covered her reflection with her hands and lowered her head. She did not wear guilt well.

In Swedish she chanted out a mantra. “It’s better this way. It’s better this way.” Only she didn’t feel better. She just felt empty.




When Trent said he’d tie her to the bed, she hadn’t thought he really would. Straddling her torso, he held her hands above her head and secured her to the bedstead with his silk tie. She had to admit it turned her on and didn’t fill her with the trepidation she thought it might.

He did it so casually, a smile on his face as he wrapped the tie around her wrists. When he was completely satisfied, he leaned down and kissed her lips. “That’s better.”

“Trent, it’s not fair. I can’t touch you now.”

“That’s the idea.” He pointed to his shoulder and the deep scratches she’d unknowingly made. She had been so aroused, she hadn’t realized her sharp fingernails had drawn blood.

“I’m sorry. I guess I became absorbed in what you were doing to me.”

“Mmm, I guess you did. This is much better. Now I can do what I want to your body.” He trailed kisses over her stomach and then licked and sucked her nipples. Mia couldn’t help arching off the bed. The feeling of being out of control only heightened when she tugged helplessly at the silken restraint.

Maybe she couldn’t touch him, but she could see him. Through hooded eyes, she feasted on his half-naked body. The muscles of his well-developed chest were lean and defined. They flexed as he moved lower, tasting and teasing her with his tongue.

A gasp left her lips when he reached her panties and began pulling them from her trembling body. She could see her own breasts and aroused nipples rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. Her stomach quivered with excitement as his fingers grazed her soft flesh. Finally her panties were cast aside, and she reveled in his gaze as it devoured her body.

“Mia, you are perfect in every way. Your pussy is so beautiful.”

He moved from the bed and began shedding the rest of his clothes. Aroused beyond belief, tiny whimpers escaped her lips, and her breasts heaved in excitement.

“Trent, please.”

“Hush, little Mia. We have all night, and I want to kiss every part of your body first.”

The idea made her writhe on the bed, her hips moving of their own accord.


“I’m going to touch every part of your body, very slowly. You’ll like that, my fingers dipping into your wet pussy over and over until you purr like a kitten.” Her whole body arched up. His words seared like a hot poker into her psyche, making her even more aroused.

“Oh, Trent.”

When he was finally naked, her gaze traced his whole physique. He was beautiful in every way. He looked just like a Roman god. His male form appeared flawless as though sculpted from marble. Every muscle perfectly defined, honed, and ready for action.

He smiled as her gaze drifted to his cock standing proud and erect against his taut, lean stomach. He was huge. “I promise this is for you, but later, much later.”

Anticipation flooded her mind as he returned to the bed. He cupped her ankle in his hands and began trailing kisses up her leg. She pulled against the restraint as he reached her inner thigh. Delirious on sexual arousal, she whimpered, “Trent, no.”

He didn’t take no for an answer, and immediately he eased her pussy lips apart with his thumbs. Her heart rate increased as he stared at her most intimate feminine flesh.

“I need to taste you, Mia. I want to savor your arousal.”

Her lungs heaved as she gasped for breath. Her whole body arched and went rigid as his tongue lashed her aching clitoris. It was so forbidden and intense that she screamed out loud.

“Oh, my, God.”

He sucked and teased at her sensitive flesh, licking and tasting like a man possessed. Tight moans began to fall from her lips as he brought her to the very edge of orgasm. He must have guessed she was close because he slowed down, his tongue lapping and caressing her pussy wickedly. When he pressed two fingers inside her vagina, she climaxed, moaning incoherently as she fought against her bound wrists. The intensity of her orgasm was so deliciously powerful that it verged on pain.

Mia found it hard to catch her breath as Trent began trailing kisses over her stomach. With a hand on either side of her body, he held his weight off her. Slowly, he moved to her nipples and circled them with his tongue. They glistened, catching the light with her increased breathing. Eventually, he leaned over her and kissed her lips.

“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Mia.”

With her senses overdosed on pleasure, she could only answer in a whisper, “Hmm, Trent?”

“You okay?”



He caressed her face with his hands and gently brushed her lips with a finger. When he pressed his thumb into her mouth, she hungrily sucked on it. This feeling of letting go had never happened to her before. His amber gaze mesmerized her. She was his for the taking. He stared at her as he tore a foil packet with his teeth. When he rolled a condom down his potent shaft, she licked her lips expectantly.

A moan reverberated deep in her throat as she felt his hard cock press against her moist pussy. She wanted him so badly it hurt. Her head tipped back, as she drank in his male scent. “Please, Trent.”

“With pleasure, little Mia.”

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