The Captive
The Runaway
The Pursued
The Prize

By
Mika Lane

4 full length naughty romances that include hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, who claim the women 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, these are the stories for you.

The Captive

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 hiding on Savage Mountain.
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.

The Runaway

I was a hunted woman. Taken in by 4 mountain mercenaries. Accepting their help was a mistake.
Why? Because mercenaries trust no one.
They’re scarred and damaged men.
And now they won’t let me go.
I thought I was lucky to be alive. But now that I’m on Savage Mountain, I’m not so sure.
Think life with four sexy, demanding hired killers is fun?
Think again.

The Pursued

4 hot mountain mercenaries charged with protecting me. So was I a houseguest? Or a prisoner? Because I sure as hell felt trapped, even if they were keeping me alive.
So I split. Flew the coop. Got the hell out of dodge. I figured I could do better on my own. And how wrong I was.
Why’d I do it? Because I’m stubborn. Spoiled. A pain in the *ss. And I hate the mountains.
Although the guys were nice. And hot. And sexy. That made it hard to leave. Well, so did their locking me in my room.
Sharing a house with brawny mountain men? Let’s just say it wasn’t only my new hiking boots that got a good workout.

The Prize

When four mountain mercenaries found me alone in a bar, in a dirty wedding dress and with mascara stains under my eyes, deep into several shots of tequila, they had a few questions.
Like WTF?
When they learned about the a-holes who used me in their quest to get ahead—who lied, stole, and tossed me aside like a piece of human garbage, they set out to exact revenge.
Those people, who exploited me and preyed on my innocence, should have just killed me because now they’re going to pay, thanks to my men.
My enemies became theirs.
My shame became theirs.
My body became theirs.
And my heart became theirs.
I got back what was mine, and then some.
Think revenge with four hot mountain mercenaries is fun?
You’re damn right it is.

TIME FOR YOUR NEXT BINGE READ!

From Mika Lane, a 4-book collection of the steamy Savage Mountain Men Reverse Harem series is here. These hot, over-the-top romances center around bad-boys with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the women who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this boxset is 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.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

“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!

Mari was helping her friend out of a very dangerous situation when everything went to hell. She has to run with a gang after her for what she’s done, but she’s being followed and needs help.

Derek and Christian are on their way home from a mission when they stumble upon the little beauty. Feisty, yet scared, she takes a seat next to them when her bus makes a rest stop. Hearing them discuss needing a housekeeper, she jumps at the chance. With these men around she could be safe.

This is a favorite scene.

As we got back on the road, I pulled out my cell to let Luci know I was okay.

No signal. Great. Guess I was in one of those dead zones.

“So what about you guys?” I asked.

Silence greeted me, and the guys glanced at each other quickly.

Okayyy… “We have a place on Savage Mountain. Nice place, remote and private, quiet and peaceful,” Christian said.

“How many of you are living there?” I asked.

“Four.”

Christ, this was like pulling teeth. I leaned forward, onto their seat, to see if I could better engage them. “What do you do for a living? How do you get by up there?”

Dutch answered after another glance, his voice no nonsense and flat. “We’re pretty much retired.”

“Oh.” Retired? What, did they win the lottery or something? “Well, that’s nice. Retired from what?”

This time Dutch turned to face me. “We’re retired from the military. We lead simple but satisfying lives.” Then he turned back around, like that answered everything.

Okay. Guess that was the end of that line of questioning. Still, it didn’t make sense. I mean, the guys weren’t old enough to be twenty-year retired military, and neither seemed the kind to be medically retired either. So… what the hell?

I allowed myself one more question. I didn’t want to risk getting kicked out, especially since I had no idea where we were, or what the hell Savage Mountain was.

“Hey guys?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Um, do you think we’ll pass a place with some food? I didn’t eat back there at the truck stop, and am kind of starving.”

“We can’t stop,” Christian said, a lot more warmly than Dutch was. “Too risky. You’ll have to wait until we arrive at the cabin. Sorry. We have food at the house and you can eat when we get there.”

Eh. I’d survive. I lay down on the Jeep’s backseat, bunching up my purse to use as a pillow. Before I did, however, I dug the biscuit out that I’d swiped off my breakfast plate and sunk my teeth into the soft, buttery dough. It was comforting in a discomforting way. I mean, how could something be so delicious and pleasing when everything had just been pulled out from under me?

I thanked my lucky stars these guys had crossed my path, and fingers crossed, they’d feel just as grateful that I’d stumbled into theirs. Even if it were short term, they’d become a lifeline I hadn’t seen coming.
Mika Lane. The Runaway: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 432-453).

Of course saying that nothing but her cleaning would be on the table, but in reality these guys were hot and she is no saint.

This book heats up quickly and stays that way, we also have a bit of a conflict between Mari and the cook just to spice things up a bit.

Lots of interesting twists and revelations as this story unfolds. I look forward to the next installment in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Mika!

Philippa ‘Phee’ Erickson’s parents have been murdered. Morrow, the head of her father’s security company, has spirited her out of their house and then her apartment. Now she has been dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Well there’s a gatehouse, but nothing else other than trees can be seen.

Alex and Jack are the one’s to find her, drenched and upset near one of the ponds on the property. They hadn’t been expecting her until the following week.

This is a favorite scene as they trek to the house with all her luggage.

“How did you two come to be associated with my father’s company?” she asked as we carried her crap.

“You mean Erickson Consulting?”

“Yup. My dad’s company. Well, it was his company,” she corrected, her voice cracking a little.

“I knew your dad from my university days. We were recruited to the CIA and started in the same freshman class.”

Axel cleared his throat as a warning signal.

“Axel, I think we can talk about this now,” I said.

I stole a glance at Phee, who just stared at the ground ahead. Maybe I did have to start watching my mouth with her around.

“That’s cool you worked with my dad. He was in the CIA before he started his private security company?”

Shit. We’d already said too much.

“I’m sorry he’s gone, Phee. He was a good man.”

She just kept walking alongside me, shifting her duffel from one shoulder to the other every few minutes, a confused expression on her face.

“You look a lot younger than he,” she said.

“Yeah, I am.” I continued, eager to fill the space before she asked more questions. Guess her dad didn’t tell her everything, which meant I’d better tread lightly.

“We had some missions together early in my career, before he started his company. In fact, we did some work under Erickson over the years, ourselves. And we’ve known Morrow a good long time.”

Christ, her bags weighed a fucking ton. She had a few things to learn about life in the mountains, no doubt about that. And the first lesson was that she needed better footwear.

“Hey, Phee, do you have any boots? Hiking boots?” Axel asked. “They might be better than your sneakers.”

For the first time, her face brightened. Small victories…

“I do have hiking boots, in fact. They’re still in the box in one of my bags. Brand-new,” she said proudly. “I got them for a trip to the Himalayas… which I guess I’m no longer going on.”

Axel and I looked at each other. That she had hiking boots was good. Really good. That she’d obviously never worn them, must less broken them in, told us just about everything we needed to know.

“We’ll have you wear them for a few hours of light walking every day to break them in. You’ll be glad you did,” I said.

Axel stopped for a moment and hoisted a suitcase higher on his shoulder. “What’s in here, anyway? Feels like bricks.”

She smiled brightly. “I have a lot of books with me. I study languages in my free time.”

Really? You’re trying to escape bad guys, you have a few minutes to pack before you’re spirited away to a secret destination, and you pack a shitload of books?

And who studied languages,anyway?

“I guess I didn’t need to bring all this,” she said, gesturing toward her luggage.

Gee. Thanks.

She sure was lovely, though, and now that her clothes were drying and not clinging to her like a mass of rags, I could see she had a lithe figure, probably from hours spent using an expensive gym membership.

While I’d not been in regular contact with her dad in a while, I’d kept tabs on the man and knew the company he’d started had become massively successful. His only daughter was certainly not wanting for anything.

She suddenly dropped her duffel to the ground and rolled her shoulders with a grimace.

“Here, I can get this,” I said. “We’re almost there.”

She tried to pick her bag back up, but it was clear she was done. I hoisted it into my arms and increased my pace.

“Thank you, Jack,” she said with an embarrassed smile.

“How long do you expect to be with us, Phee?” I asked.

“Just a few days, I’m told. Morrow head has to get some things straightened out first before he can be sure I’m safe.”

From what I knew about security measures, which was a hell of a lot, it took a lot more than a few days to untangle a murder, if that’s what happened to Phee’s parents.

Which meant we’d be hosting her for a while.
Mika Lane. The Pursued: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 207-242). Kindle Edition.

Once a bit settled in the cabin, she does meet her other two protectors, Axel and Spence. However she still doesn’t get that she really is in danger, or the types of danger she could be in.

Phee made mistakes, big ones, life threatening ones. Much to the chagrin of the guys.

In between finding who killed her parents, and now wants her dead, there’s a lot of fun and plenty of kindle melting heat. A nice twist is that most of the intimacy is initiated by Phee.

A page turning read with just the right amount of action to go with the intensity of the situation. Just remember to stay hydrated. *smile*.

5 Contented Purrs for Mika!

Alessia almost made the biggest mistake of her life, well she’d already kind of made the first one. Being on a reality TV show, really wasn’t all it’s cut out to be and she certainly didn’t expect to come out on top. Now a friend slipped her a wedding present of sorts that sends her fleeing the wedding. Left on her own with only the hideous gown on her back and some cash in her ridiculous looking purse she is being tormented by a couple of jerks at this small town tavern.

Dash is heading back to Savage Mountain from a conference of ‘hackers’ in Los Vegas. He needed real food instead of snack so he stopped at this small town tavern where the waitress and the bartender didn’t seem to care that their patrons were harassing a woman. Of course he can’t just leave her there.

Now Dash doesn’t live alone on Savage Mountain, he lives there with three other guys and they do contract security type work. The mountain is the perfect place for them because it’s secure and out of the way. Since Alissia has no place to go, Dash continues his journey home, with her.

This is a favorite scene.

A woman had just passed by my office door. In a place I lived with four guys. On a remote mountaintop.

“Excuse me, we’ll have to continue this call later.” I clicked on the screen, and the men I’d been speaking with disappeared into blackness.

I lived surrounded by a security system that would rival Fort Knox’s.

For good reason.

“Excuse me. Excuse me,” I said, sprinting to catch up with the visitor who’d just about given me a heart attack.

We didn’t do visitors on Savage Mountain, and certainly not unannounced ones.

“Oh, hi. I’m Alessia.” A beautiful brunette with glittering green eyes turned to me and extended her hand cheerfully.

Out of the many strange things about her being there, the first one that struck me was that she was wearing sweats— and guys’ sweats, at that. And she was swimming in them.

What the fucking fuck?

“Um, Alessia, what are you doing here? How’d you get up here, to the mountain?” I forced myself to keep calm, but my mouth was dry as fuck.

“Dan brought me. In his truck.” She smiled brightly, like she got rides to the mountains all the time. No big deal.

But it was a big deal. A fucking big deal.

And my mouth grew drier still. I hadn’t talked to a beautiful woman in far too long.

Regardless, she was not supposed to be here. Something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

I put my hand on the firearm hidden at my waist. “Who is Dan?”

I lived on Savage Mountain with three other guys, and not one of them was named Dan.

Confusion crossed her face, and she seemed so innocent, unlike any intruder I’d ever seen. “You know, Dan. He lives here. You don’t know who I’m talking about? He was driving home from a convention in Vegas.”

I frowned. “You know, about six feet tall, almond shaped eyes, long-ish black hair.”

Oh, Jesus.

“Do you mean Dash?”

Her hand flew to her head. “Yes, yes, yes. Sorry! In all the excitement, I forgot the poor guy’s name. Dash. Yeah, Dash brought me.”

“And how did Dash come to bring you here?”

Where was Dash, anyway?

She sighed. “Well. It’s a long story. But the short version is he sort of picked me up in a bar. I’d had too much to drink.”

I was going to kill him. That’s all there was to it.

She put her hands on hips. “Great place you have here.”

Right.

“Okay, Alessia. Let me show you to the kitchen. If you could hang out there a few minutes, I need to find Dash and have a chat with him.”

She headed back in the direction she’d come from. “Oh, I know where the kitchen is. I’ll head back there. Hey, do you mind if I grab a Coke? I noticed you had some in the fridge. I wanted to ask first,” she said with a big smile.

She knew where the kitchen was? She’d been in our fridge? Jesus fucking Christ.

“DASH!” I hollered loud enough to be heard in every corner of the house.

He came running around the corner, passing Alessia on the way, and greeting her with a high-five.

Was I in Twilight Zone or something? Because it sure felt like it.

We left the smiling Alessia in the kitchen sipping her Coke.
Mika Lane. The Prize: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 358-386).

Ah the tangled web! The producer of the show trying to reach the missing bride, her best friend who is plain old worried and lots of other drama weaves it’s way through the pages.

Lots of heat initiated by the sweet Alessia and the cutest little puppy she adopts.

Fast-paced, fun, and some vindication for the crap Alessia had to put up with her co-host and the producer.

5 Contented Purrs for Mika!

Mika Lane

Writing has been a passion of mine since, well, forever (my first book was “The Day I Ate the Milkyway,” a true fourth-grade masterpiece), but steamy romance is now what gives purpose to my days and nights.

I live in magical Northern California with my own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill.

A lover of shiny things, I’ve been known to try to new recipes on unsuspecting friends, find hiding places so I can read undisturbed, and spend my last dollar on a plane ticket somewhere. I also drink cheap champagne and have way too many shoes.

I’ll always promise you a hot, sexy romp with kick-ass but imperfect heroines, and some version of a modern-day happily ever after.

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