The Captive – A Savage Mountain Men Novel – A Reverse Harem Romance by Mika Lane

The Captive
A Savage Mountain Men Novel
A Reverse Harem Romance
Mika Lane


Injured in the woods.
Taken in by 4 hunky mountain men.
They had one simple rule.
I broke it anyway.

Why’d I do it? Because I’m a nosy brat. I had to know what they were doing on Savage Mountain. Why were they hiding there?

And when I found, out, I was sorry I’d snooped. Because these weren’t the nicest of people. Although they sure freaked nice. That made it hard to leave. Well, their tying me to the bed made it hard to leave, too.

Sharing a cabin with 4 brawny mountain men? Yeah, it was as about as hot and dirty as you’d expect it to be.

This naughty, over-the-top romance includes 4 hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, claiming the one woman they can’t live without. If you love outrageous reverse harem stories with a bit of spanking, tying up, voyeurism, and tough-as-nails military dudes, this might be the book for you.

Joelle aka ‘Jo’ and her friend Pippa are planning camping trip when Pippa gets hurt, encouraged to go on her own is where we find her on Strong Mountain. Her first camping experience is going quite well until she is visited by two men hiking. In an effort to impress them with her outdoor skills she makes them coffee, unfortunately she slips in the mud and manages to severely sprain her ankle.

I got a real kick out of the guys berating her for wearing flip flops, I mean seriously why would you wear those in mud?

With no other recourse the men, Pierce and Jax, decide they need to take her to the cabin they share with 2 others. Reid and Blaze.

This is a favorite scene.

And a woman camping alone? Now, that was ballsy, the likes of which I’d never seen. It made her even sexier, in my opinion.

And just as our new friend Jo was handing Jax another cup of her terrible instant coffee— seriously, I had no idea people still drank that freeze-dried swill— which we were suffering through only to extend our visit, she slipped in mud thanks to the stupid flip-flops she was wearing. Wiped the hell out and landed flat on her ass. She legit dumped hot coffee all over poor Jax who jumped up and started shaking the scorching liquid off his arms and legs.

What a mess.

To be honest, I almost laughed, it looked so slapstick-y, but thank god I didn’t. It took about five seconds to realize Jo was hurt and in pain, not to mention filthy from having fallen on the rain-soaked ground.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit,” she yelled, trying to get some purchase on the slippery ground in order to pull herself back up. I reached a hand to help, and it was only when she tried to maneuver to her feet that we noticed one of her ankles bent at a slightly strange angle. But the true extent of the injury didn’t become clear until she tried to put weight on the foot. The pain must have been immense because her previously healthy color turned dead white, and she let out a screech that most likely frightened animals for miles around.


“Hey, easy there, take it easy,” I said, grabbing her arm for support as she followed up with a string of expletives that would make a Marine Corps drill instructor blush. Here, lean on me, keep your weight off of it.”

Jax took her other arm to lower her to a seat on the log where he’d just been. “You know, you should really wear hiking boots at all times. They protect your ankles.”

The look Jo gave Jax was deadly enough to kill a small animal at fifty feet. “Yeah, thanks. It’s a little late for that now, though,” she snapped.

I was sorry she was hurt, of course, but the fact that she could still manage to essentially tell Jax to shove his observation up his ass intrigued me even more.

“Goddammit,” she yelled, picking up the closest rock and throwing it against the side of her tent hard enough that I’m surprised it didn’t leave a tear in the nylon.

“I twisted my ankle and it hurts like a motherfucker. Probably no ice for miles. Shit,” she said, putting her hands to her face as if she could wish her way out of the predicament.

Her shoulders shook, and I knew she was trying not to cry, but twisting your ankle like that hurts… bad. No shame in crying, then, I wanted to tell her. But I didn’t know her well enough to offer my opinion. Yet.

“I tell ya what,” I said, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulders. “How about Jax and I help you down to the water? It’s not ice, but it’s cool and might help prevent some swelling.”

I knew damn well her ankle was going to swell like a motherfucker, but hoped the water would provide a modicum of relief. It might have sucked as a first step in terms of treatment, but it was better than nothing.

“Y… yeah,” Jo said, looking up and smiling wanly, tears still floating in the corners of her eyes. “Thanks.”

She was light as a feather as we half-carried her to the water’s edge and settled her on a smooth rock that allowed her foot to hang in the water. If it hadn’t been for the very mud she’d slipped in, I could have handled her all by myself. The feel of her warm skin against my arms shot tendrils of sensation between my legs, bringing my dick to some serious attention.

When we got her settled, I stepped back reluctantly, and I think Jax did too. Jo sighed in relief before her face pinched.

“Okay. That feels nice,” she said, mostly to herself before turning those doe eyes on us. “Would you guys mind getting me my backpack? I think I have some Advil or something.”

“Um, sure. I’ll get you some water, too.” Jax and I headed back to her site.

When we were out of earshot, Jax spoke in a low voice. “Christ, what is she going to do now?” he asked. “She can’t freaking walk.”

I watched her swirl her leg in the water, like a little mermaid trying to decide whether or not to go in. Her blonde hair spilled around her shoulders, half pinned up in some sort of crazy sexy confection, and I had to control the urge to adjust myself in my jeans, which were feeling very tight at that moment.

“No shit.” I asked in a low voice. The real question, however, was what the hell we were going to do. We couldn’t very well leave her there.

Could we?

We could help her back to her car and load it up with all her crap, but how would she drive? She’d hurt her right ankle. You can drive a car with a hurt left leg, but right? No way.

And we sure as hell couldn’t bring her back to our cabin… for a multitude of reasons.

“Dude, she’s basically an invalid. We can’t leave her here,” Jax said. “She can’t even walk the ten feet back to her tent.”

I took a deep breath and looked at Jax.

I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

“If we bring her back to the cabin, Blaze will fucking lose his mind. There’s just no way we could do that.” I was half-hoping Jax agreed with me so I didn’t have to be a fucker all by myself.

But Jax was never a fucker.

“Well, we’ll deal with that when we have to. But for now, bringing her back is our only option. Aside from leaving her, which I could not do,” he said.

Shit. Why had I gone out for a hike with the nice guy of our group? He was forever bringing back hurt animals. Now, a hurt human.
Mika Lane. The Captive: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 243-288).

While Pierce and Jax are the ones who bring her home, Reid and Blaze are not very happy about the situation.

There was slow build with Pierce and Jax but I felt the interactions with Reid was rushed. With Blaze, he didn’t even seem to like her and the circumstances surrounding them getting together just didn’t feel right to me.

All in all an enjoyable book, containing white hot heat and some interesting secrets that eventually get shared.

4 Contented Purrs for Mika!

  Mika Lane

Writing has been a passion of Mika’s since a young age (her first book was “The Day I Ate the Milkyway”), but erotic romance is now what gives purpose to her days and nights. She lives in magical Northern California with her own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill. A devotee of the intelligent and beautiful, and lover of shiny things, she’s a yogi, hiker, traveler, thinker, observer, and book worm. She has been known to drink cheap champagne and has way too many shoes.

A National Reader’s Choice Awards finalist, Mika always deliver a hot, sexy romp, often with imperfect characters, and a promised happily ever after (or at least happy for now).

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