By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Mika Lane

Dear Santa:
It’s okay that I have to spend Christmas by myself. Alone. In my apartment. Quarantined.
No gifts. No cheer. No feast.
But really.
It’s fine.
And I’ll continue to ignore my hot next door neighbors.
Three guys who make my knees weak.
Even though they invited me over for a holiday feast.
I mean, we’re supposed to be in quarantine, right?
Or not.
Don’t I deserve a present or two or three? I think I do.
Merry f*cking Christmas
Love,
Me

Nina was packed up and ready to fly home for Christmas when during a conversation with her mother she’s told she can’t come. Her father was supposed to tell her weeks ago, but forgot. Now she’s sure she’ll be spending it alone. That is until she really meets her neighbors across the hall. First one of them helps her bring her tree upstairs, then she almost gets hit in the head with the football they’re throwing around the hallway maskless of course. Since it is the holidays she decides to make them some masks so she’d feel better running into them. She makes her favorite cookies, a sort of revenge thing since her mom was making them when she let her know she couldn’t come home for Christmas. What she didn’t realize was how many cookies the recipe made. Not wanting to have them go to waste she packs some up to give to the guys. This results in an invitation to a hallway dinner.

This is a favorite scene.

It was the only table in sight, so yeah.

He picked it up with about the same level of effort Henry had picked up my Christmas tree, which is to say hardly any, and positioned it in the hallway just outside my door. He returned to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. At the other hand of the hall, he’d put their table out along with three chairs.

“Okay. All set. Henry is still cooking, so I’ll let you know when we’re closer.”

“What service. Thank you,” I said.

He took a fake bow. “We aim to please, madam.”

He left, and of course I watched him through the peephole like I always did. That’s when I saw Leo come out of the apartment and set the table. Holy shit. They actually set their table.

I figured I should do the same. I gathered a plate, silverware, and napkin, and pulled my door open to find they’d done it for me.

No shit. They’d actually set a place for me at my own table, and lit a freaking votive candle.

Guys have votive candles?

An unwelcome lump in my throat expanded at the sweetness of their gesture, and for a moment I considered that while I might not be having the kind of Wisconsin holiday I was accustomed to, maybe something different wasn’t going to be all that horrible.

And the guys didn’t seem to have girlfriends.

Not that that mattered. Not at all.

I brought the gingerbread plate over to their table and set it down just as their door flew open. Leo was holding four wine glasses and a bottle he’d uncorked.

I walked back to my side of the hall, unsure how it all was supposed to work.

“Here you go, Nina,” he said, handing me a full glass while standing as far away as possible.

Glad to see at least one of them was careful.

He walked back to his side of the hall, and lifted his mask just enough to taste his wine. His method looked like a good way to go. I did the same.

And the wine was a rich red that was neither too sweet nor too spicy.

“Oh my god, I love this,” I said, taking another swallow.

I had to pace myself or I’d drink too much.

“Isn’t it amazing? It’s my best seller. Comes from a small winery in Napa.” He held his glass toward me. “Cheers.”

Just a few hours ago I wouldn’t have thought there was anything to be cheery about. But things seemed like they might be looking up.

Wes came out of the apartment and poured himself a glass. “What do you think of our setup, Nina? I think it’s looking pretty damn good.” He looked around, pleased.

“I… I’m blown away, I have to admit. Thank you.”

He gestured toward me with his glass. “Have a seat. Henry will be serving us soon.”

“But wait. Must top off wine, first.” Leo grabbed the bottle and sprinted over toward me, standing back as far as he could but still getting the wine in my glass.

His goofiness was fucking cute.

They took seats at their table, so I took mine. It felt funny to be facing each other from opposite ends of the hall but it was actually, sort of, working. The hallway, a little on the shabby side and never very well lit, was lovely in the low light and flickering candles. The threadbare carpet morphed into something charming, and the ornate trim where the walls met the ceilings, covered with years of glopped on paint, actually looked high end. Even a bit decadent.

“Funny how quiet the building is, huh?” Wes said. “Guess most people have gone somewhere. I haven’t seen a single person in days. Apart from you, Nina.”

I leaned toward them and lowered my voice. Well, as low as I could and still have them hear me across the hall and with my mask on. “Mrs. Strubel is still around,” I said, pointing to her door.

“If we see her, we’ll invite her too,” Leo said, raising his glass again.

Just then, Henry emerged with a huge platter. Steam was pouring off it and my stomach growled rudely.

“What is it? It smells so good,” I said.

Henry took a sip of wine and then looked at us all just as if he were the chef in a real restaurant. He started with a little bow. “Tonight we are serving oven roasted lamb T-bone with rosemary, thyme, and garlic confit. On the side we have chanterelle mushrooms, smashed sunchokes, and wild spinach. And of course, au jus for the lamb.”

Holy shit. What had I stumbled into?

“Henry, you are a rock star,” Leo roared. “Damn, this looks good. I recommend everyone have a chef for a roommate.”

“Or in Nina’s case, a neighbor,” Henry added. “Nina, bring me your plate, would you?”

I walked toward the guys, trying my best not to run, that’s how good everything looked. “I can’t believe this. Just incredible.”

Henry, still wearing his mask, took my plate, piled it high, and returned it to me. Then he served the guys and himself.

“Hey, I think we’re sitting far enough from each other to take our masks off now. What do you think, Nina?” Wes asked.

For a moment, I didn’t care what I was in danger of catching. I was starving and hadn’t had a meal like this in… probably ever. I whipped off my mask.

“There she goes,” Leo whooped, and stuffed his own mask in his pocket, followed by Henry and Wes.

“Bon appetit, everyone,” Henry said, raising his glass.

“Compliments to the chef,” I called.

“Hear, hear.”

I delicately pushed my knife into the lamb for my first bite while also discreetly checking out the guys without their masks.

’Course I’d seen them unmasked before, but because they’d annoyed the hell out of me, I’d pretty much ignored them in my passive-aggressive way of showing I thought they were jerks.

Except for when I spied on them through my peep hole.

“So, guys,” Wes started. “Did you know… that Nina works for a sex toy company?”

Henry coughed, and Leo slapped him on the back.
Lane, Mika. My Christmas Quarantine: A Reverse Harem Holiday Romance. Kindle Locations (493-548). Headlands Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Things get just a bit uncomfortable after they start discussing her job and she makes a quick getaway. Yet somehow Nina can’t seem to avoid them.

This is a fun Christmas romp, with a slow build to a some serious sizzle.

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

By
Mika Lane

The city’s hottest bodyguards.
Deadly. Fearless.
Gorgeous as hell.
And assigned to protect… me.

Cal watches over me with… vigilance.
Dexter is an amazing… shot.
And Thorn is talented with… his hands.

Just go on about your day, they say.
Pretend we’re not there.
But how could I ignore the three hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on?
It’s true, I need them to stay alive.
And when I realize they are watching me a little more closely than they have to,
It seems like it’s time to have some fun.

NOTE:
This hot, over-the-top forbidden love reverse harem romance includes sexy men 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 is for you.

Lill has taken a job as a cleaning lady for the von Malsen family. Her best friend, Beebie the von Malsen’s interior designer, had recommended her for this job. Now she just has to get through the front door. She is met first by Amalia von Malsen who then introduces Cal.

Cal is head of Security and they meet just before he pats her down for weapons. Annoyed but determined to do this job since she has rent to pay, she gets that part over with.

Now it seems Amalia doesn’t have any boundaries and almost from the start has her also taking on some extra things, like babysitting their six year old son, Robbie. She also sees nothing wrong with sending him along with Lill while she runs errands for the household.

It’s on one of these outings that Robbie is almost kidnapped, it was fortunate Cal was close by to prevent it. Unfortunately Lill has seen the men involved. Now she needs protection. To handle the additional workload Cal calls upon two friends, Dex and Thorn. They are more than capable to protect Lill. No matter how much she protests the need for it.

It’s an incident while on the subway that changes her mind with regard to having them around. However there are other things she doesn’t know about. The guys just haven’t told her because they don’t want her to freak out on them.

This is a favorite scene as they ramp up the protection.

“Hey. What were you saying about a wife, Dex? Are you getting married?”

I plopped down on the seat next to him, scooting aside somebody’s crossbody bag. I was fucking exhausted. Amalia had me cleaning light fixtures all day. Talk about a shit job. My arms were already killing me, and I knew they would be worse by morning.

He nearly choked on his beer. “Nope, not getting married.”

“Huh. Could have sworn I’d heard you say something about a wife. Anyway, hi. I’m Lill,” I said, extending my hand to the guy opposite.

Must have been Thorn, the friend Cal had told me about. And damn if he wasn’t one badass-looking dude. A complete contrast to Cal, who was as preppy as a Ralph Lauren ad, and Dex, who looked like an NFL running back.

The three of them together? Perfection.

Thorn extended his hand, which jingled with heavy silver rings. “Nice to meet you,” he said quietly.

Dex and Cal looked his way.

What? Was there some joke I missed? “Is something going on?” I asked, waving over a server for a glass of wine.

Jesus. In what world were security guys this beautiful? Seriously.

Here I was with the three guys who were here to protect my sorry little nobody ass. Just a cleaning lady for some rich Upper East Side family— and a sometime-substitute nanny— who wanted nothing more than to write stories and work for a cool magazine. I lived in a crappy studio apartment that was even crappier now that some fucker had broken into it and rifled through everything.

In the game of life, I was not hitting any home runs. Hell, I wasn’t even getting on base.

I did have one really nice, expensive dress, though.

I gave myself credit for that. Now I wondered, when would I be able to wear it? I couldn’t very well be a girl about town with a security detail trailing me.

Could I?

“How far do we need to go with this security stuff? Like will you be following me everywhere for the rest of my life? That could be kind of awkward.” I tried to laugh but it came out sounding choked.

I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. I definitely liked the idea of having someone to call when some creep in the subway was freaking me out, or someone was trying to kidnap the kid I was minding. But every day?

Seemed a little like overkill. But on the other hand, I liked the idea of staying alive. A Lot.

Cal took a deep breath. I was clearly frustrating him. But I had questions, dammit.

“Look, Lill. Even if we thought you were fine and that no one would ever bother you again, we couldn’t cut you loose. Mr. von Malsen has hired us to keep you safe.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know why he would give a shit about my well-being. I mean, I just clean their bathrooms and pick up their dry-cleaning.”

Cal looked at the other guys. Fine. They knew something I didn’t.

“Eckie is a good man. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you. That’s partially out of the goodness of his heart, but it’s also self-serving,” Cal said.

God, the wine Jen had just brought me was good. For the first time all day, the knots in my neck were starting to melt away. Of course, sitting directly across from Cal and Thorn, and next to Dex, felt pretty fucking good too.

“What do you mean self-serving, Cal?”

He pressed his lips together. He was clearly about to share information he’d rather not.

“Think how it would look for one of Eckhart von Malsen’s household staff to be hurt or killed, just because she was working for him.”

Um.

Killed?

Well, that lent a new perspective.

Optics. Good old Eckie didn’t want to look bad.

So he threw money at the problem.

Well, that, and three gorgeous men. I was cool with it.

This shit was definitely going to end up in one of my romance novels.

I pointed at all three guys. “I have to let you know that I have a job interview coming up. You cannot attend that with me.”

I took another sip of my wine to signal end of discussion.

It didn’t work.

“One of us will accompany you. No one will even know we are there.”

Damn.

I sniffed. “Okay. Well, what if I have a date or something? Is one of you going to come along like a chaperone? Make sure I don’t go all the way?”

I dropped my head back and laughed. A chaperone. Imagine that.

But the guys didn’t laugh.

Shit.

So any date I was lucky enough to land in the foreseeable future would indeed include a third wheel. Great.

“Look, Lill,” Dex started, “your friend Beebie’s place is pretty secure. Stay there for the time being, until we figure out what we’re up against. We’ll pick you up and drop you off every day, and everyone will feel better knowing you’re safe.”

Cal nodded. “This is not a forever thing. We’re working hard to identify the person or people who tried to kidnap Robbie and who wrecked your apartment.”

“Don’t forget the weirdo on the subway,” I added.

“Yup. Him too,” Cal said.

Well, shit. There was no way out of this bizarre situation in the immediate term. I’d just have to suck it up. Of course, I could always leave town and tell no one where I was going, but why should I be chased out just because a big diplomat is on some criminal’s shit list?

What did I do wrong?

As if he could read my mind, Thorn piped in. “This is not your fault, you know. It’s a pain in the ass, but there’s not much you could have done to avoid the situation.”
Mika Lane. Her Dirty Bodyguards: A Forbidden Love Romance: A Men at Work Reverse Harem Novel (Kindle Locations 692-740). Headlands Publishing.

Things heat up not only with the investigation but also with the relationship between Lill and her security team. A kiss here, a touch there leads to a day trip to the country that turns sizzling really quick.

A page-turning read with lots of suspense and plenty of kindle melting heat.

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

By
Mika Lane

Headlands Hospital’s hottest doctors.
Brilliant.
Good looking.
And terribly off limits.

I went to the hospital with an aching… need.
And the handsome doctors made me all better with their big… instruments.

I want to show them my… gratitude.
But first I have make sure they don’t find out my father is their boss.

Or that I’m just finishing nursing school—and will start working with them next month.

The last thing Charleigh ‘Char’ Biddle expected when she went to the emergency room with a badly cut hand is to run into Bowie Grier. She didn’t recognize him at first, after all she met him in Aspen. She didn’t even know he was a doctor.

Dr. Bowie Grier, hasn’t forgotten the beautiful blonde he is now treating. Although he doesn’t believe a word of her story of how it happened. They had quite the night in Aspen, one he hasn’t forgotten.

Char will be starting work at the hospital and now she knows Bowie works there. Thankfully he doesn’t know her father is the CEO. She intends to keep it that way too.

We get to meet Bowie’s friends first through their interactions at the hospital. Flynn Morrow is an orthopedist, and Ace Hardin a plastic surgeon.

This is a favorite scene.

I changed the subject, speaking in a lowered voice. “Don’t look now but there go the new nurses,” I said, glancing in the direction of the lunch line.

A gaggle of fifteen or so young women and one man had just joined the lunch line. They stood out in their clean, white sneakers, and also because they were huddled together like kittens trying to get warm.

I understood. It was intimidating as hell to start a new job, much less one in a hospital with all eyes on you.

“I’m surprised they brought in so many new ones. I thought there were budget cuts,” Ace said. “There sure as hell are in plastic surgery. We’re desperate for another doctor, but keep getting told no. Think of all the boob jobs we’re not doing.”

“Damn shame,” Bowie added, craning his neck, looking.

“You see something over there you like? You’re gonna end up with a crick in your neck, Bowie, staring like that,” I said, finishing my egg.

“Are you gonna tell Flynn? Or should I?” Axe asked him, smirking.

He held his hand up as if to say go ahead.

Axe leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Remember Bowie’s story about hooking up with some beautiful blonde in Aspen last year?”

Oh yeah. We’d gotten a good laugh out of that. She’d blown his ass off big time by giving him a fake email. He never should have told us because now we’d never let him live it down.

He’d acted like it was no big deal, but Ace and I could tell it bothered him. Pretty boy Bowie wasn’t used to being ghosted by women.

“Sure, I remember. It’s just further proof that Bowie sucks in bed,” I laughed.

“Well, she’s over there,” Ace said, gesturing with his head.

Huh?

“What are you talking about?” I asked, watching the talkative group take up several tables in the middle of the cafeteria.

Ace drew his napkin across his mouth, his plate having been cleaned of the slab of lasagna. He ate like that all the time. Never gained an ounce. The bastard.

Bowie continued stealing glances. “You won’t believe this, but she came in a couple days ago to get sutures in her hand. Had no freaking idea who I was until I reminded her. And now she fucking works here.” He shook his head.

Ace stifled a laugh. “Yeah. That’s the way it goes when you suck in bed.”

Bowie discreetly popped Ace the middle finger.

“Seriously, Bowie. How could she just totally not recognize you?” I asked.

Sounded suspicious to me.

“Well, my hair was shorter then,” he said, shrugging. “That’s all I can figure.”

“Okay. Say she didn’t remember you. You gave her stitches. Fine. But now she works here? At Headlands Hospital? How is that even possible?”

Bowie shook his head in disbelief and lowered his voice. “I know. It’s fucking crazy. I was treating a little kid who had a pea up his nose, and Giovanna Rosso comes by like a mother duck with all her new nurses in tow. They start observing me and boom, there she was, in her scrubs with her hand all bandaged up. I nearly fucking fell over.”

“But did you get the pea out?” Ace asked, shaking with laughter.

Bowie rolled his eyes.

And I was speechless.

Bowie said slowly. “She’s one of our new nurses. A floater. So if we’re lucky, we’ll all get to work with her.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Did you know she was from here, Bowie?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I knew nothing about her. Except that she was hot as shit. And could ski. And gave me a bullshit email address.”

I fake-stretched over my chair back, turning in the direction of the new nurses, now getting up from their tables.

“Oh shit. Is that her? The blonde with the braid?” I asked, watching them file out of the cafeteria.

“Yup. That’s her.”

“I think the woman next to her with the curly hair and glasses was the friend she was with in Aspen.”

No fucking way. They were both working at the hospital?

“That’s crazy shit, man,” Ace said.

I could see why Bowie was so taken with her. Not only was she stunning, but she moved with confidence, smiling and chatting with her fellow nurses.

Hell, I wouldn’t mind getting to know that woman, either.

“Guys,” I said. “You know my party is coming up. Maybe it’s time to invite some of our new nurses.”
Mika Lane. Her Dirty Doctors: A Forbidden Love Romance: A Men at Work Reverse Harem Novel (Kindle Locations 494-532). Headlands Publishing.

Bowie is the one to invite her to Flynn’s party and that’s where things start heating up very quickly.

There’s also quite a bit of family drama for Char, her father surrounds her with guilt to get his way.

Intriguing and suspenseful with lots of white hot heat!

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

By
Mika Lane

Let’s make a deal…

She saw something she should not have. That happens when you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And when you meet the wrong man—me.
Her sister’s gone now, and her own life is in danger.
Not my problem I say… But she was so… different.
So I made a deal to help. And my deal was just as filthy as you’d think.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy mafia hitmen 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 is for you.

Rain was tired, she wanted to be sleeping not going back to the lobby while her little sister has a booty call with their Uber driver. At least it’s Vegas and everything is open. Totally out of character she asks the man who initiates conversation with her in the elevator to have a drink with her.

Nico is drawn to this woman, he has no idea why he changes his mind and joins her at the bar with his business associate. When Rain takes a header from the bat stool, said associate takes off with her purse and hot guy following him.

Rain wasn’t letting them get away, she had run track and she quickly gains on them. In the process changing everything about what should have been just the weekend in Vegas.

This is a favorite scene.

I hugged the wall, painted a sad basement yellow, chipped and scarred most likely by clumsy carts transporting towels and other hotel things.

Since I’d stopped running and the blood had ceased roaring in my ears, the surrounding quiet created a stark contrast to the casino floor above, where slot machine bells rang non-stop and the general Vegas din never ceased.

That’s when it dawned on me just how far I was from help, should I need it, and how close I was to danger, given that I was in a deserted basement and in close proximity to criminals.

Shit.

I knew I should turn around and go.

Just tiptoe right out of there. Purse snatching was a petty crime as crimes went, but if the thieves were opportunists, god knew what else they’d do if they got their hands on me with no one around to help.

Did that stop me creeping down the hall toward the racket I’d heard?

Hell no.

I stole toward the dark until I was immersed in it, and the further I got, the stronger a strange burning smell became.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, I fingered the frame of a closed door. Quiet sounds came from behind it.

“Help me. Help me,” a man whimpered.

I pressed my ear against it.

“Sorry, fucker. You don’t deserve help.”

Was that Nico? And if so, was Dan begging for help?

How’s that? I thought they were in cahoots.

“You never should have stolen that woman’s bag. You might have actually lived a little longer. But you just signed your own death warrant.”

Holy shit. That was Nico speaking.

“No man, don’t do it—” A second explosion jolted me back to reality. This time it had been close enough to leave my ears ringing until I was dizzy. And that smell. That burning smell.

That was a goddamn gun.

I broke into a sprint back toward the stairs I’d come down, but in my panic, I couldn’t find the right door— they all looked alike and each handle I turned was locked.

Fuck.

I could see it now.

Woman who was found dead in basement of Venetian Hotel was an art student and daughter of the very rich—

Oh, and I could hear my sister’s comments.

Um, well, she was in the room and left to go down and get a drink in the lobby. I never saw her again.

She’d sob for the TV cameras. She was good with the waterworks. ’Course she’d never mention her booty call. She’d throw me under the bus even in death.

I frantically turned one doorknob after the other, when the door where the gunshot had come from swung open with a creak. I whipped around a corner to hide.

Had I been fast enough?

I tiptoed down the hall toward another bend in the corridor, trying to get as far away from the approaching footsteps as possible, when a quiet voice called after me.

“Hey. Where are you going?”

I whipped around to see Nico holding my handbag, confusion covering his face.

“Oh. Hi,” I said in a trembling voice, as if he were the last person in the world I expected to see.

God, I was an idiot.

He moved toward me, and I took a step back, my hands held up in surrender.

“Please don’t hurt me. I won’t report this to anyone. I’ll stay quiet.”

He smiled, amused. “I know you won’t tell anyone. Here’s your purse, by the way. I got it for you.”

I let him approach me and handing the bag over, he took my hand— odd behavior for a thief and murderer, but who was I to argue? He led me to a nearby freight elevator and pressed the up button.

Time to get the hell out of there. Alone.

“Thanks, Nico. I really appreciate it. I’m pretty tired now, so I’m just gonna go back up to my room. It was nice meeting you.” I smiled and put my purse over my shoulder, heading for the staircase I’d come down not ten minutes earlier. I was trying to act completely normal, like I wasn’t trying to get away from a guy with a gun in the basement of a giant hotel while barefoot.

He grabbed my hand more tightly, as if he’d not heard my polite goodbye. “This will take us to the loading dock. From there, we’ll head out.”

He yanked my hand when he realized I was glued to the floor.

“C’mon,” he said, with another tug.

“Um, no thanks, Nico. I think I’ll go. My sister will be looking for me.”

Shaking his head, he furrowed his brow. “Rain, that’s not possible. You’re coming with me.”
Mika Lane. Filthy Deal: The Anti-Hero Chronicles (Kindle Locations 233-272). Headlands Publishing. Kindle Edition.

From the minute Nico more or less forced her to leave the hotel, the stakes ramp up. Nico eventually explains she had been targeted and chances were her sister was gone already.

In spite of the fact Nico isn’t really a good guy, he doesn’t condone human trafficking either.

This is a hold your breath, action packed, suspenseful book with plenty of sizzling heat as well.

I do hope Mika continues this series, I am loving these characters.

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

By
Mika Lane

The things they made me do…

Okay. So I’m not perfect. In fact, I might have a little problem.

And it might involve breaking the law.

So when mob boss Leo Borroni and his buddies catch me in the act, well, I’m pretty much screwed.

They take bets on how far I’ll go to get out of the mess I’m in.
And the winner?

Well, it looks like he gets…

ME.

Note:
This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy mafia hitmen 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 is for you.

This is an interesting twist on the darker side of romance.

Maray is a college student on a full scholarship with work study. She’s living with sorority sisters and she is well aware of the differences between her and the others. Money. Feeling particularly inadequate after overhearing a conversation about her she does something she never thought she would. She shoplifts.

Now it wasn’t the store security that sees her, it’s Leo Borroni and he’s about to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Not if she doesn’t want to be charged with a felony.

Now Leo is an owner of an exclusive card club for high stakes poker. Frequently he and his business partners play a high stakes game of their own, just not with cards, with a person. Maray was about to become that person.

While essentially blackmail, the things Leo has her doing aren’t exactly legal either.

This is a favorite scene.

I loved how when I asked if she wanted lunch, she pointed to a street vendor.

“Do your sorority sisters know you eat hot dogs from a vendor?” I asked as we walked around the block.

She looked up at me, a smudge of mustard in the corner of her mouth. “Hell no.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

Her head whipped in my direction. “Do what?”

I stopped walking to face her. “Pressure yourself to keep up.”

Surprise crossed her face. I wanted to tell her how easy it was to see she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t, but why insult her? People had to learn shit on their own. Make their own mistakes.

Just ask me.

She sighed. “I had a guidance counselor who told me this was the way to do things. That if I played my cards right, my future would fall into place. You know— go to the right school, meet the right people, act the right way.”

“Sounds like a real winner. And how’s that working out for you?” I asked.

She stiffened, then suddenly looked at her watch. “I have to get ready for class.”

Okay. She wasn’t ready to face facts. But it was all good. I was drawn to her in a way I hadn’t been drawn to a woman in a long time. We’d be spending plenty of time together in the near future, so there was no need to rush anything, including important conversations.

“Maray, I have an offer for you. I need help at the card games a couple nights a week.”

She shook her head. “Nah. That’s not my thing. I’ll get another job somewhere else.”

I hooked a finger under her chin. I might have been pushing it, but I couldn’t help myself. “Look, you get paid in tips. You’ll walk out of there with at least a thousand bucks every night you work.”

That might have gotten her.

Something washed over her— first fear, then curiosity— as she did the math in her head.

She could use the money, we both knew, but hell, I wasn’t inviting her to hang around because I was a nice guy. I wanted to see more of her, plain and simple. And to make sure she felt the same way about me.

Which she would, in time. I could be patient when I had to.

There was something about her that was scrappy. Sure, she might have been more sheltered than most women I knew, but she had drive.

And, she was sexy in a completely unselfconscious way, which was the best kind of sexy. She didn’t even try, with her jeans, sneakers, and little or no makeup— she was a natural beauty. Very different from the typical woman I was attracted to, but hey, maybe it was time to turn over a new leaf.

She bit her bottom lip while thinking of what to say about my offer. I waited patiently. I knew her well enough to know she couldn’t be pushed.

“I don’t know,” she said softly, shaking her head over her conflicted thoughts. “I mean, is that stuff even legal?”

I was hoping she’d ask. “It’s a complex business, but yes, the way we do it is legal.”

She frowned. “What do you do to make it legal?”

“In a nutshell, it’s legal as long as the house— that means me and my business partners— don’t take a rake.”

“A rake?” she asked. “That’s a cut of the money played in each hand. If that goes to anyone other than the players, like if we took it for the club, that would be illegal. We also keep no cash on the premises.”

Her eyes widened. “How do you make money, then?”

“You really are a finance major, aren’t you?” I said, laughing. “We make money by selling memberships to the club.”

She nodded slowly. “And how do you play with no cash?”

“We use wires. Everyone wires the money they need to buy in and then to cover any losses. Then, the winners get their money via wires, too. There’s a trust factor. That’s why we do background checks and interview people who want to join.”

I didn’t bother telling her how we also extended credit to certain, qualified members, much to the chagrin of our Russian competitors. That was more detail than she needed.

“Holy shit. A whole world out there I know nothing of.”

After our hotdogs, I walked her to class. “Don’t feel badly. Most people know nothing about high-stakes poker. There’s really no reason to, unless you’re going to play. And to play, you need to have a fuckload of money.”

When we reached her classroom door, I stopped. “What do you think?”

“Well. I do need a new job.”
Mika Lane. Nasty Bet: The Anti-Hero Chronicles (Kindle Locations 875-913). Headlands Publishing.

So many complications, a shopping spree, the realization he’s falling for her combine into a page-turning read with just the right amount of sizzle and a touch of drama.

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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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.

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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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By
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Mika Lane

I said undress.

Saved from a violent shoot-out, I am now “in debt” to Luca and Leo Borroni, the gorgeous mob twins of Las Vegas.
They said I’d be dead without them.
And that my payment is to play “The Game.”
Problem is, I’m pretty sure I’ll end up the loser.
Because guys like the Borroni brothers win. Always.
I mean, they aren’t the most brutal men walking the streets of Sin City because they’re sweethearts.
And I’m no match for their wicked ways.
I may have survived their shoot-out, but I don’t know how I’ll survive what’s next.

NOTE:
This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy mafia hitmen 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 is for you.

This may have elevated itself to a new favorite from Mika Lane.

Twin brothers Luka and Leo have been frequenting the Loaded Dice. A seedy strip club where the owner has managed to get on the wrong side of their uncle. It’s time for him to pay the price but first the brothers have to send all the girls on their way. Luka has his eye on their waitress Echo, so there is a different fate they have planned for her.

This is a favorite scene.

“So, Echo, there is something I wanted to discuss with you.”

God, he was handsome. I hated that about him.

And it was so unfair the universe made two of him, essentially.

“What’s that?”

“Since I saved you—”

I leaned toward him. “Excuse me? Saved me? You did no such thing.”

He leaned back slightly in his chair and looked at me. I could swear I saw amusement on his face.

I wouldn’t have minded smacking it right off, too.

“I could have run out of there. I didn’t need you to save me,” I said, sitting back in my chair.

So there.

“Oh, but I did. That’s why I sent you to the sub shop. And now because I saved you, you owe me.”

I didn’t owe that asshole jack. Time to wrap this fun little lunch right up.

I stood to leave. Yeah, he definitely looked amused now.

“Luca, I don’t have much money, but I’ll give you what I have. I’ve been saving it to move my little sister out here, but if you really want it, you can have it—”

He frowned and cut me off. “Do I look like I need money?”

Well, no.

“You have to come home with me,” he said, polishing off the last oyster and looking mighty smug.

“Yeah. I don’t think so,” I said. “But thanks for the invite.”

Dick.

This was where I’d have doubled over laughing if I hadn’t been so damn scared of the man.

“You have to come home with me and live with my brother and me for a three-month three-month period, and play what we call ‘The Game.’ After that, you are free to go.”

At that, I actually did burst out laughing just as some sort of soup was delivered. Luca picked up his spoon and dove in.

“Yeah, that’s a good one, Luca. Hilarious. But I gotta go now. Thanks for the clothes.”

As I stood to go, I turned and leaned into his face. “And thanks for killing everyone at my club, you fucking asshole.”

His hand found my wrist, and tightened like a vise.

“This is not a joke,” he said.

Oh. Crap. I tried to pull out of his grip, to no avail.

“You will have your own room in our home, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

I waved my free hand for him to stop. “You don’t understand. I have to work. I have to support myself and my sister. In fact, I need to go find a new job since everyone at my old job is now dead.”

Again, he shook his head at me. “You don’t need to work.”

Yeah, right.

“You will be provided for, as will your sister.”

For the second time, I burst out laughing.

“I’m serious. You will be supported by us, and very generously, at that.”

Okay. I go from cocktailing in a shitty dive strip club to being a prisoner of the two gorgeous twins of organized crime?

I was speechless.

What was I going to tell my roommate, Yasmina?

Luca got up from his side of the booth, still gripping my wrist, and pushed me back into my seat. I was effectively trapped. That’s when he let go of my wrist.

And damn if he didn’t smell great.

Which reminded me.

“Luca, was that weird smell at the club this morning… from guns or something?”

He picked up a lock of my hair and brought it to his nose. “Yeah. That was from the guns.”

And don’t you know, while he twisted a lock of my hair around his forefinger, he leaned toward me, right there in the restaurant, and brushed his lips across mine.

It was as though I’d put my finger in an electrical outlet. Tingles shot through my every pore. And while I knew I was supposed to hate the guy, something made me lean toward him for more.

God, I was in trouble.

Big trouble.
Mika Lane. Dirty Game: The Anti-Hero Chronicles (Kindle Locations 408-442).

Really having no choice, Echo moves into the Twin’s home. She’s still not sure where all this is heading or how serious her situation is.

Plenty of heat as Luka initialized the Game. However, there are those who aren’t happy about Echo’s place in their home.

A look from the mafia side of things gives this an interesting twist. I loved the feisty Echo and the way the relationship between her and Luka develops.

I can’t wait to see what Mika has in mind for the next book.

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

By
Mika Lane

The remote sanctuary of Savage Mountain was never meant to be a hideaway for damsels in distress. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be.

So when I saw a beautiful bride in a dirty wedding dress drowning her sorrows, I knew better than to get involved.

My mercenary training told me to walk on by.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I needed to know how she ended up in a crappy dive bar in the middle of nowhere. Alone. And deep into several shots of tequila with mascara stains under her eyes.

When I learned the reason, all I wanted to do was shield her from the TV hounds who exploited her, and the people preying on her innocence.

Protecting her could bring a world of hurt to my private little mountaintop and the unwaveringly loyal guys I shared it with. But I had to give it a shot. We had to give it a shot.

If there’s one thing my special ops training taught me… that sometimes we only get one chance.

And that it takes a team to exact the kind of revenge certain people deserve.

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 stories with tough-as-nails ex-military dudes, this is the book for you.

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

Savage Mountain Men Book 3
A Reverse Harem Romance

By
Mika Lane

My parents are gone. Murdered, actually.

And the assassins who took them down? They’re trying to kill me, too.
So I’m being guarded by 4 burly mountain mercenaries, light years removed from my life of limos, penthouses, bottle service, and designer shopping.
The problem?

This mountain stuff’s just not my style.

The good news?

These guys are as sexy and dangerous as exotic race cars, and I’m thinking they just may offer me a ride.

Note: This naughty, over-the-top romance is about four hunky mountain mercenaries with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, claiming the one woman they can’t live without. If you love outrageous stories with tough military dudes, this might be the book for you.

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!

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group below, So we can get to know each other better.

Savage Mountain Men Book 2
A Reverse Harem Novel

By
Mika Lane

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. Or stop punishing me… for something I didn’t do.

Think life with hired killers is fun? Think again

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 stories that a bit of spanking, tying up, voyeurism, and tough military dudes, this might be the book for you.

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!

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.

I LOVE to hear from readers when I’m not dreaming up naughty tales to share. Join my Insider Group  below, So we can get to know each other better.