LOVE SLAVE TO THE SICILIAN BILLIONAIRE Guilty Pleasures 4 JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2011 Chapter One Maximiliano D’Alesandro politely declined the offer of a glass of sherry from the pretty, dark-haired waitress. Instead, he glanced at his watch, wondering when a suitable moment would arise so he could leave without bringing too much attention to himself. From his position by the magnificent Louis XIV fireplace, he surveyed the elegant drawing room of the hotel, and adjusted his stance. The classy room was crammed full of people wearing black. He disliked funerals intensely, much preferring the living to the dead, but this was one funeral he couldn’t avoid. His best friend, Kirk Williams, had tragically died some five days earlier. It had been totally unexpected. He felt like a rug had been pulled from under him. Stunned, his world had shattered, tilting on its axis to undermine everything he believed in. The constant was no longer a certainty. People died. Best friends perished in the blink of an eye. Both aged thirty-four, they’d grown up together. They’d played football together. They’d shared a lifetime together, but sadly, no more. His heart ached for the loss of his best friend, but he…

I’ve received a 4.5 Star review and 3 x 4 star reviews for Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire. You can check out the book HERE 4.5 STARS: “Maximiliano D’Alesandro is reeling from the suicide of his best friend and there is only one person to blame, the wife who led him to his death, Ella Williams. Looks can be deceiving though, as Max begins to realize there is more to his friend’s death than what he thought.  Ella is not to blame and his guilt for the harsh accusations he made towards her has him wanting to protect her, if only she could see him the way he needed as a Dom. I thought this was the best so far of the Guilty Pleasure series. The story tugs at you emotionally as you grieve with both Max and Ella, but as they begin to discover something special between them it becomes magical. A wonderfully written story that will become a favorite for fans of Jan Bowles.” — Emily, Sensual Reads 4 STARS: “Love Slave to a Sicilian Billionaire is book 4 in Jan Bowles Guilty Pleasures series, I haven’t read books 1, 2 or 3 yet and was not lost. From what I can tell…

I received a lovely review from Alberta at Manicreaders. She gave Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire 5 Stars!MR Review Rating:  Reviewer: Alberta Review: Ella’s soldier husband, just home from Afghanistan has committed suicide and she is devastated. His best friend Max blames Ella for the death, but neither of them can imagine what prompted Kirk to take his own life. Ella finally convinces Max that Kirk’s death was beyond any help either of them might have given, and she enlists his help in finding out the truth. Max has long fancied Ella, but he has to tame her flighty ways before she will be his ideal submissive. This is not so much a BDSM book, although there are some elements of that here. It is more a recovery of souls from a trauma that haunts both Ella and Max because of Kirk’s death. Ella now feels that if she failed Kirk, then likely it was her fault somehow, so Max won’t want her either. Max is on a mission to help Ella regain her equilibrium, and he feels that his Dom side will protect Ella and teach her that she is a person worth having and worth loving. When Ella finally…

Just received word that Siren have contracted my latest book in the Guilty Pleasures series. Should be released February 2012 It’s called Claimed for the Master’s Pleasure

I just had to share my new cover by Les Byerley. He’s created an awesome, sensual depiction, of the 4th installment of my Guilty Pleasures Series. LOVE SLAVE TO THE SICILIAN BILLIONAIRE Coming 4th November 2011 to Bookstrand

BOUGHT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S BED Guilty Pleasures 2 JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2011 Chapter One The hot, stale air forced its way along the platform as the train drew into the subway station. It did little to cool Mia Johansson down and messed up her hair in the process. The heat felt oppressive. The automatic doors opened, and she stepped into the carriage. Already it seemed filled to bursting point with passengers. As they piled in, they pressed against her back, fighting for their own personal space. Not a spare inch remained as the doors finally closed shut with a loud swish. The train lurched into life as it began moving from the station. Holding onto the handrail above her head, Mia concluded that rush hour was not the best time to travel on the New York subway, but she had to get to work the same as everyone else. Mia reflected on the serious student debts she had amassed during her three-year degree course at the Institute of Fine Arts. At the age of twenty-five, now was the time to see her hard work start to bear fruit. It was time to reap the rewards of her education, and…

ROPED The Cowboy Mavericks JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2011 Chapter One As the sun grew ever lower in the sky, Brett Donovan could just make out a lone rider approaching on horseback, a dog running alongside. The slant of his hat, silhouetted against the darkening umber sky. He’d recognize a Maverick anywhere. The dog bounded up the steps and headed straight for him, nearly knocking him over. “Max, my old buddy.” He roughly patted the old hound’s head, glad for a familiar friendly face. The dog held up his paw as if to say hi. He turned to the rider. “Cody.” The man nodded a greeting as he pulled his horse up close by the verandah. “Brett.” An uneasy silence ensued as they both stared at one another. Cody, the eldest of the Maverick brothers, had filled out quite a bit. He guessed he must be thirty-one by now, the same age as himself. “News travels fast ’round here, Cody.” “We heard you were coming back.” “Well, you heard right.” “Sorry about your Pa. It comes to us all in the end.” He then motioned to the dog. “Been looking after the hound since your Pa passed on.” “Then I…

BOUND BY THE MONTANA MOUNTAIN MAN Cowboy Bad Boys 3 JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2010 Chapter One Cassie Philips checked the U-Haul trailer attached to the back of her Jeep and then eased into the driver’s seat. Minneapolis lay three days behind her, and this was the final stretch of the journey to her new home in Whitewaters, Montana. When her Uncle Seth had bequeathed her his ranch, it had been totally unexpected. As the only living relative left, the news had come at a rather dark time in her life. A bitter divorce battle with Aaron had left her homeless and virtually penniless. Even now, she still couldn’t believe he’d tossed aside their five-year marriage so easily. Up until then, she’d considered the marriage to be a happy one. She should have more rights. It had been Aaron, after all, who had committed adultery. Her lawyer had suggested that had there been children, then things might have been very different. The irony of that was not lost on her. Her hand shook as she gently brushed the tears from her eyes. Just over a year ago she’d been blissfully happy. Pregnant, and with a husband whom she thought loved…

BRANDED BY THE TEXAS RANCHER JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2010 Chapter One With a final flourish of the paintbrush, Rebecca Wade stood back on the landing and admired her handiwork. It looked good, even if she said so herself. The pale lemon walls had added light and space to an otherwise dark and dingy walkway. A woman’s touch was all that had been needed to bring the run-down house up to her exacting standards. The roof might still be leaking, but that could all be resolved with a little time and money. As she walked along the landing proudly surveying her work, she noticed an unpainted patch of wall. She leaned over the banister, securing her hand to the rail. Just as she reached forward with the paintbrush, she heard the sound of splintering timber. Her heart somersaulted in her chest as she saw the rail detach from the wall. Rebecca’s whole life flashed before her as she lost her footing. The banister gave way and crashed to the ground floor some ten feet below. With barely any time to think, she just managed to grab hold of the newel post. She let out a long slow breath as she…

SHACKLED BY THE COWBOY DRIFTER Cowboy Bad Boys JAN BOWLES Copyright © 2010 Chapter One Zack tensed his muscles. Something didn’t feel right. Those footsteps had been following him down this dark street for a few minutes now, and they were getting too close. Just as he was about to turn around and confront whomever it was, he felt a rush of air. A heavy blow smashed across his temple. He crashed to the ground, the left side of his face making painful contact with the pavement. With barely a moment to think, a crushing pain slammed into his ribs and he doubled up. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out the Smith and Wesson. In some discomfort he hissed through clenched teeth. “You can stop right there, amigo.” Luckily his breath began to fill his lungs once more. He edged to a nearby wall and braced his back against it. He eyed the dark, swarthy man warily. Caught in the process of stealing his bag, his assailant stood frozen to the spot, like some cartoon character with one arm reaching forward. When Zack wiped his free hand across his mouth, blood stained his fingers. Yep, this asshole had…