Steamy Sassy Reverse Harem Quickies

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ This was a close-proximity RH romance that will leave you needing some water, a fan, and kind of wishing were Bianca. Tyler, Randy, and Austin were great with her and I really enjoyed the connection and chemistry in this book. Can’t wait for more from Ms. Mika. - S.S.

☑️ One Night in a Snowstorm
☑️ One Night at the Office
☑️ One Night in the Woods
☑️ One Night with the Neighbors
☑️ One Night at the Beach
☑️ Three Cowboys & Me
☑️ Three Bodyguards & Me
☑️ Three Stepbrothers & Me

One Night in a Snowstorm
Stranded in a snowstorm at a motel that's seen better days, my weekend plans are officially buried under a mountain of white fluff.
But as the snowflakes dance outside, fate throws me a lifeline.
The room next door holds a den of three smoldering hunks, each more eye-catching than the last. They’re not just melting the snow—they're setting the place on fire.
With their roguish grins and flirtatious winks, they're the perfect antidote to my frostbitten trip. And they’re eager to show me that being snowed in can be more steamy than stormy.
The storm outside may have brought me to them, but the real tempest is the one they stir up inside me.

One Night at the Office
Amid the polished floors and suits of a top-tier law firm, I find myself drowning in a sea of legalese and paper cuts. 
That is, until the day I curl up in the file room for a quick nap and wake up to the piercing gaze of my three undeniably sexy bosses—kings of the courtroom and gods of my most inappropriate dreams.
Caught in the act of snoozing on the job, I'm suddenly the star of a scenario far more scandalous than any courtroom drama. 
With a smirk and a scolding that’s more tease than threat, they hint that my 'punishment' won't be found in any employee handbook.
Forget about crossing lines; they’ve disappeared. These men are ready to demonstrate that their prowess in persuasion isn't limited to legal battles, and they make me the subject of a very personal interest case.

One Night in the Woods
Secluded campground? Check.
One hopelessly single girl? Double check.
A trio of outdoorsy men in the campsite next door? Triple check.
While I fumble with my pathetic excuse for camping skills, the local wildlife—aka, the handsome, flannel-clad gods from the neighboring campsite—pitch in to show me a thing or two.
Turns out my attempts at fire-making aren't the only sparks flying in this neck of the woods.
My new friends, with their rugged charm and not-so-innocent intentions, show me how GREAT the great outdoors can really be.
By the time this trip is over, I'm going to need a cold shower… or a bigger tent.

One Night with the Neighbors
Here I am, my nose buried in text books, when throbbing beats from next door threaten to become my study soundtrack.
Three neighbors, each one a walking temptation, turn their apartment into party central—night after disruptive night.
Enough is enough. I march over, ready to read them the riot act, but they throw me a curveball with a wicked grin and a proposition that's sinfully appealing.
A private bash, just us four.
They promise to be the perfect tutors in the art of wild abandon, and I'm suddenly itching to ditch the good girl guise and dive into a night that schools me in the subject of pleasure.

One Night at the Beach
Fleeing from a broken heart lands me at an expensive beach resort all alone with a wallet that’s light and a heart that’s heavy.
Alone that is, until I cross paths with a delicious trio of tantalizing resort hunks.
They're my unofficial welcoming committee, armed with smirks that scream trouble and muscles that whisper sins I haven't even committed yet.
Perfect ingredients for a vacation fling.
These guys school me in the kind of mixology that's not on the resort's menu, where “Sex on the Beach” comes with a side of devilish grins and lingering hands.
Armed with nothing but sunscreen, I’m about to get hotter than the midday sun as I learn how my favorite drink got its name.
Forget nursing a broken heart—this vacation is about to rewrite the rules of recovery, one sexy moment at a time.

Three Cowboys & Me
Three smoking hot cowboys. A secluded lake. And me…
Finding my fiancé banging my maid of honor isn’t how I expected my wedding day to start.
And I definitely never thought I’d accept a ride with strangers after hitchhiking away from the disastrous non-nuptials.
But the three handsome cowboys are sweet and understanding.
Not to mention, they’re good with their…hands.
A romp at a secluded lake with all three is exactly what I need to restart my life.
Getting drilled by three sexy cowboys wasn’t on the agenda, but it sure will be again.

Three Bodyguards & Me
Three hot bodyguards. A locked room. And me…
As the princess of pop, my life doesn’t leave time for what I really need.
A good lay.
But when the alarm goes off in my house and my three burly, sexy bodyguards secure us into the panic room…
They do more than just protect my body.
They worship it.
All the stresses melt away on a cloud of ecstasy and desire under the attention of three very talented sets of hands and three big…weapons.
Once the doors open, I know I can’t live without my “body team” for rest of the tour... and beyond.

Three Stepbrothers & Me
Three sexy stepbrothers. A secluded island. And me…
The last thing I want to do after being dumped is go to a family reunion.
Until I end up on a secluded island with my hot step-brother…
It becomes clear that we both want…the same thing.
A steamy romp in the woods…with each other.
When his two brothers show up…it only makes things more interesting.
There isn’t any need to worry about getting along with my step-brothers…
The four of us are completely in sync and on the same page.
A very sexy one.

Um, there were worse things—much worse things—than hanging out with three good-looking men for the night. The only problem was, my eyes were already drooping. But my slowly awakening sex drive said perk up, bitch! The thought of sharing a room with these guys left my insides churning. And a nice warmth spreading, starting in my core.

Bad Decisions



“So again, if you’re out on the road right now…”
The voice on the radio, no doubt broadcasting from some place safe and warm, was clearly mocking my poor decision-making. A massive gust of wind had just hit the side of my Honda, sending me sliding far enough toward the road’s center line that my tires hit the bumpy rumble strips before I could correct myself.
“Seriously folks, the National Weather Service is saying this isn’t just some normal winter storm. When they call it a bomb cyclone, neither of those words are the sort of thing you want to be out in, you feel me?”
I clicked off the radio, irritated by what I imagined was the announcer’s dulcet I told you so tone, but turned it back on a minute later. It was the only station I could pick up in the storm, and for fuck’s sake, I needed to know what kind of hell I’d driven myself into. 
I dropped my speed from forty to twenty-five, probably still too fast for this sort of weather, but the honest truth was, I was scared shitless and could only think of reaching my destination. Or getting out of the storm. Whichever happened first.
Most people checked the weather before they went somewhere. Note, most. I was not most. Clearly. 
And now I was fucked.
It wouldn’t be the first time. But if this bomb cyclone thing, whatever the hell it was, had its way, my short life might be over before dawn.
I hadn’t seen anyone else on the road for miles, I was in that big of an empty space. Some people called it the heartland. Others called it flyover country. 
Right now, I wanted to call it my final resting place.
But I couldn’t give up that easily. I had my windshield wipers on high speed, and my front and back defrost going full blast, and was inching forward. I planned to do just that until, well, I couldn’t.
One thing I knew about this desolate place was that people judged the distance to the next town not in miles, but in minutes and sometimes even hours. It was where even a simple traffic accident could leave you stranded for god knew how long.
And that was a long time.
Of course, my grandmother just had to be born at the trembling edge of autumn and winter, not quite Thanksgiving and not quite Christmas. No problem for her, retired as she was to the land of orange trees and bikinis. You might sweat your ass off in Florida, but you certainly never had to deal with snow.
If you were stupid enough to try and drive there, as I apparently was.
And when you lived on the other side of the country, and your mother called to say that Grandma’s ninety fifth birthday was coming up, and the family was planning a ‘surprise’ birthday party and family reunion since it was pretty much guaranteed it’d be the old lady’s last chance to be mentally present for anything, you got your ass to Grandma’s house if you had to freaking walk.
Other than that, I didn’t quite know why I jumped on the birthday bandwagon. I wasn’t close to my family, and in fact hadn’t seen most of them in two or three years. I hadn’t seen my grandmother face to face since college, and some of my cousins who were attending? I could count on my fingers the number of times I’d seen them in my life. They probably didn’t even know my name.
But thirty years of being basically a good girl was a bitch to overcome. So, I decided to play the good daughter, and schlep my ass across the country for the reunion.
Which was easy for most people. Once you got past the financial aspect of it and resigned yourself to shelling out the money for a multi-hundred-dollar plane ticket, heading cross country was just an issue of comparing airfares and departure times. 
Not so much for me.
I didn’t fly. 
I broke into nervous sweats if I even saw an airplane on television. I had issues, there was no denying it. And I had no idea why. It just was, like the sky being blue or something. There was no changing it, preordained by the universe as it was.
It had kind of sneaked up on me, but when I could barely watch Star Wars without having heart tremors, the idea of hopping on a flight to fly across the country was about the same as asking me to step into the ring with a prime, pissed off Mike Tyson. Even if it were for a last chance to see my grandmother, I wasn’t getting on a plane. 
Instead, I’d arranged for two weeks off from my job and hit the road. My boss wasn’t happy, giving me a bunch of passive-aggressive grumbling about how it sure was nice to take all your vacay in the same chunk, but to be honest I didn’t care. It wasn’t like the store was going to fall apart without me, or that I didn’t deserve the time off. Truth was, my job was just… a job. I tolerated it.
Like a lot of my life. I pretty much drifted from week to week, month to month, paycheck to paycheck without feeling any of the excitement I’d been sure lay ahead of me back when I was a dreamy teenager. 
For the first day of my road trip, things were fine. I drove a reasonable five hundred and some odd miles, stopping at a chain motel that gave an extra one percent cash back on my credit card. I slept, grabbed some vending machine food, and returned to the road next morning without a hitch. 
I ignored the first signs of bad weather, figuring it was just regular rain or light snow. I was on the interstate after all, not some backwoods country highway. I could tolerate putting up with driving a bit slowly, or getting off the road early and making it up over the next two days as I made my way to Grandma’s house. Hell, maybe I’d even have a bit of a story to tell them when I got there. It would make the reunion more tolerable and me seem more interesting.
But as the wind pushed me again and my stomach dropped somewhere down into my shoes, I realized my ‘head in the clouds’ approach to life wasn’t serving me well at that moment. I became terrified that my little car—which didn’t have snow or even all-season tires and was barely handling things as it was—was going to become my coffin. 
I’d reached the stage where I was looking for a refuge, any refuge. But there was nothing. No motels, no rest stops, no towns.
Just fucking snow.
I was in the middle of nowhere, and things had gone beyond scary.
Should I pull over and wait it out?
I’d seen too many I Shouldn’t be Alive episodes to know I’d be the one person who wouldn’t make it out alive.
And while I might not make that show, I’d for sure end up on the fucking news if I didn’t get off the road soon.
I could see it now. I’d be the lucky subject of a Darwin Award, where people marvel over others’ stupid, deadly decisions.
And now I was down to half a pack of stale peanuts and some bubblegum, stored in my car’s console. I was about as unprepared as I could be. The only thing worse would be if I decided to take my clothes off and walk in the storm.
Actually, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. The end might come sooner that way.

Reverse harem/why choose
Alpha males
Steamy & NSFW scenes
Jealousy & group tension
Angsty slow burn

So, you’ve heard whispers about this thing called Why Choose and you're wondering what the hell it is. Buckle up, babe.

Why Choose romance (also known as reverse harem) is where the heroine doesn’t pick between the hot billionaire, the tattooed bad boy, or the sensitive artist—she keeps all of them. Yep. One woman. Multiple love interests. No drama about who’s The One. Because why suffer through heartbreak when you can have a whole damn buffet?

In Why Choose, the heroine is front and center. She's adored, worshipped, protected—and yeah, probably ruined in the best possible way—by a crew of men who are usually wildly different from each other but all obsessed with her. Think about it this way: possessive, dirty-talking alpha types, emotionally available cinnamon rolls, enemies who eventually join the team... you get the picture.

It's steamy romance on steroids. And trust me, it’s not about being indecisive—it’s about being indulgent. You want jealous outbursts, group tension, angsty slow burns, and seriously NSFW scenes that might short-circuit your e-reader? Welcome to the club.

I’m Mika Lane, and this is kind of my thing. I write the sexy stuff your mother warned you about—only with more plot twists and hotter men per chapter. From rockers to brooding professors to daddy’s best friends, my heroines always get the best of all worlds.

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