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I recently did a poll in my newsletter (if you're not on there yet, you can sign-up here). My subscribers could vote which professions they would like to see in later books in my Men at Work series.

Are you curious to know the winners? I sure was.

The winning 3 professions where:
BODYGUARDS
BARTENDERS
RANCHERS
I am so excited to spin yarns around more hot men, all for your reading pleasure! So the titles for the next 3 books I'll write will be: Her Dirty Bodyguards, Her Dirty Bartenders and Her Dirty Ranchers.

And, while Her Dirty Teachers has been making a lot of readers wish they'd studied harder in school, Her Dirty Doctors comes out September 15 and is gonna make you think twice the next time a hot doc checks your blood pressure. It's available on pre-order now for $2.99!

Do you love a good holiday story?

I'm putting finishing touches on My Christmas Quarantine, which will be out in the wild in a week or two.

Grab it on preorder for $.99, because the price goes back up after it's live.

Stay tuned, because this will be HOT and FUN(NY)!

Her Dirty Mafia: A Men at Work Romance
An Excerpt

“You’re hired.”

Wait? What?

Hired? I’m hired?

Mr. Domenico Bonetti of BCL Enterprises, whose dark gaze drilled me so intensely that I had to wipe a dab of sweat from my temple, had just offered me a job.

This was the same man I’d only just met, and spoken with for ten minutes.

Actually, not even ten minutes.

And to be honest, I wouldn’t even say he’d exactly offered me the job. He just told me I was hired, like it was a foregone conclusion I’d show up there the next day at nine a.m., coffee in hand, hoping I didn’t have a run in my panty hose.

“Excuse me, Mr. Bonetti?”

I was sure I’d misheard. No one got a job this way.

Unless that was how they did things in Las Vegas. I mean, it was a pretty strange place.

My presumptive new boss, Mr. Bonetti, was likely called Mr. Hottie behind his back by his female employees. I knew the type. Devastatingly handsome. Women at his feet. He might wear blue jeans to the office to show he was a ‘cool’ guy, but he topped them with custom cut dress shirts with monogrammed cuffs barely hiding an obscenely expensive watch.

I’d bet money he got his hair trimmed at one of those fancy hipster barbers who charge guys a hundred dollars plus for a fifteen-minute trim.

I checked out his nails, expecting to see the clichéd man manicure.

They were perfect. Of course.

It wasn’t like I was some sort of expert on men. I came from a podunk town in West Virginia where most of the men didn’t even trim their nose hair.

But Len did. When we’d first met, I’d thought he was one in a million. A smart, funny guy who’d just blown into town, capturing the attention of every female for miles. He was well-groomed and well-dressed—by West Virginia standards, anyway—and swept me off my feet.

For some reason, out of all the women in town, he zeroed in on me. And I ate it up. In all my twenty-six years, I’d never had someone pursue me like he did. Actually, I’d not really had anyone pursue me at all.

Sure, I’d had the infrequent date to play darts at the local bar, and the occasional attempt at casual sex, but nothing ever held my interest for long. I had my sights set on getting the hell out of town at my first opportunity.

And Len wanted to come with me.

What a shitshow that turned out to be.

Mr. Bonetti cleared his throat to get my attention. “Miss Simmons, I just said you’re hired. For the PA job.”

Okay. I had heard him right.

I knew that ‘PA’ meant personal assistant, thanks to good old Google. But what I didn’t know, and what I planned to keep from Mister Hottie, was that I had no idea what a PA was. Or what a PA did.

When I’d arrived for my interview-that-was-not-an-interview, an impossibly sexy receptionist in a tight dress showed me to Mr. Bonetti’s office. That is, after she’d looked me up and down with a sneer.

Thanks, lady.

Mr. Bonetti and his partners ran a hotel and casino and some other businesses I supposed I’d hear about at some point. Their offices were reached from the side of the hotel via a separate entrance from where the guests came and went. But the huge glass window behind him overlooked the hotel atrium. Good way to keep an eye on things.

And because his office sprawled the width of the building, the windows on the other side looked across Vegas to the mountains, as far as the eye could see.

There was so much to look at, I didn’t see how he got anything done.

He sat behind a massive glass and chrome desk with oversized computer screens on either side, of course, because that’s what guys like him did, right?

Cliché number two.

The middle of his desk was empty, save for a few papers and things, so he could see between the two monitors to the person sitting opposite. In this case, that was me. So friendly.

I’d taken the seat the receptionist had pointed to before she’d floated from the room, sinking my ass so far into some modern creation I didn’t know how I’d get back out of it.

“Cool chair,” I said, to cover my clumsiness.

“It’s an Eames. An original.”

Did everyone know what an Eames was, because I didn’t.

But I smiled and nodded like I did.

“So Miss Simmons, what brings you to Vegas?”

I was dreading this question. It wasn’t like I could tell him that I’d come to get away from a creep boyfriend, who’d found me here anyway. Or that I should have just stayed in my shitty small town because what was the point in running away if what you’re running away from just follows you?

I smiled brightly. “I wanted something new. A fresh start.”

Now I was a cliché.

And naturally, he looked at me like I was full of shit. But he was polite enough to cover it. “Yes. I can relate. Sometimes you just need… a new point of view.”

We were connecting. Cool.

The interview, such as it was, continued like that—vague questions from him and vague answers from me—until he’d wrapped things up by telling me I had the job.

I was too embarrassed to admit I didn’t even know what the job was. But a job was a job, and I needed one. Badly.

He knew nothing about my employment history. Didn’t seem to care. Which was a good thing. If he had, he’d never have hired me.

That’s how it goes when you have a police record.

Yup, I had a police record.

I’d stolen from my previous employer, a hardware store owned by the family I’d grown up next door to.

We’d been neighbors and friends. Until I stole from them.

Len had needed a seventy-dollar drill to fix the front steps of the house my sister and I had inherited from our aunt. Naturally, we didn’t have seventy extra dollars for it. But Len had a solution. Just bring one home.

Take it. Nothing will happen.

Um, yeah. Thanks.

I felt like shit stealing from some of the nicest people I’d ever known and even as I stuffed it into my backpack, I vowed to find a way to pay them back. It was a terrible thing I did, but I told myself it was really just a loan against future paychecks.

I might even bring it back when we were done with it.

I made my move at closing time. There were no cameras or other security in the back of the store. I thought I was in the clear. But as luck would have it, I got just outside the door when the manager and his son grabbed me and pulled me back inside. They not only fired my ass, but they also called the police.

Our steps never got fixed.

But mister good-looking behind his big, Las Vegas desk didn’t seem to give a crap about what I may or may not have done that day. Or any other day of my life. Thank god.

The shame of stealing from them was overwhelming, and I can guess the owners didn’t feel too great about the way I’d betrayed them. They’d given me an opportunity that I’d thrown back in their faces.

A week later, when they’d dropped the charges, I bought a bus ticket to Vegas. I got a ride to the station while Len was out of the house and called my sister, who was off at college.

I didn’t need a boyfriend who sat around the house and asked me to steal shit he couldn’t afford.

But that wasn’t the end of my dumb mistakes.

I’d told a girlfriend where I’d landed in Vegas. Len followed me by a few days, having driven his old Toyota.

He told me he had plans. He was going to make it big, playing poker.

He played a lot with his buddies and among them, he was usually the winner.

But a small town poker player does not a Vegas winner make. He borrowed against his credit card for the cash to get started.

And lost it just as fast.


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How can it be Groundhog Day...
When every day feels like Groundhog Day?
That's what the Mister just said to me, hemmed in as he is by the crazy pandemic.
I hope you're finding entertaining things to do like READ romances. I know a lot of writers are working like crazy to give you something to do and keep you out of trouble!
Is it working?

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I'm happy to report that Her Dirty Mountain Men will be out early! Who's jumping up and down with me? I love getting a book out early, it feels so freaking GOOD. You still have time to get it on preorder while it's a lower price. What are you waiting for?

Kisses,
Mika



Wonder what's coming up this Spring?
How about MORE of the sexy, steamy Men at Work collection!!
Books 7-9

Wow. I can't believe I'm up to books 10, 11, & 12 in the Men at Work series. What do you think about these covers for Builders, CEOs, and Jocks? I can't wait to get these babies to you! They've been so much fun to write!

April: Her Dirty Builders
May: Her Dirty CEOs
June: Her Dirty Jocks

New to the series? Start by winning a free signed paperback of Her Dirty Rockers , #1 in the collection. Good luck!

xoxo,
Mika

How does my butt look?”

My best friend since forever—and if I were to be honest, lifeline to sanity—looked me up and down, the ‘eleven’ lines between her eyebrows more pronounced than usual thanks to her worry.

But it was all good. That’s how a BFF does it. No beating around the bush. If my ass were the size of the Titanic, I’d expect her to tell me. I’d do the same.

Fortunately, my backside was not of Titanic proportions. But it was hefty, still. And today, the day I was wearing white, which I never did because it makes you look big, my butt was going to be stared at by two hundred people as they watched me walk down the aisle of a church.

To get married.
AVAILABLE THIS THURSDAY, APRIL 15

Check out a sneak preview of Chapter 1...


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Her Dirty Builders

Darlings!

I can't believe it but today the TENTH book in my Men at Work series, Her Dirty Builders , launched. I'm already hard at work on the ELEVENTH book, Her Dirty CEOs. What a crazy journey.

I hope you enjoy Builders as much as my other Men at Work books. It was so much fun to write about a girl with a horrible money pit house, and the three guys who helped her save it from the bank. Here is what one hilarious reviewer said about the book:

"Prepare yourself for an all-nighter and don't say I didn’t warn you."

Love it!

Be sure to let me know what you think.
Love,
Mika


PS: Add this to your Goodreads or BookBub Want to Read lists and be entered to win a signed copy of Her Dirty Rockers, book #1 in the Men at Work collection. Enter here...

Darlings!

So. Much. Happening.
First, I have good news. The Men at Work series has been so well-received that I can't possibly stop after book #12 (out in July).
So, I am compelled to write at least a few more (I think I may be addicted).
This is where you come in...
Your guidance has never led me astray, and now is your chance to speak up again. Vote using the link below, and tell me the top professions you want to see next books.

VOTE HERE

Yup, I'm going to continue with Men at Work... BUT, I will also write some spinoff books related to Her Dirty Teachers , because who doesn't love the student/hot professor trope!
It's one of my favorite romance tropes to write and takes me right back to that cute, blond, bespectacled econ teacher I had when I was a sophomore in college.
Cripes, he was a hottie...

So, please vote!
Love,
Mika

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Whew! Men at Work #11, Her Dirty CEOs is LIVE next week, Monday, May 10!

My father's three best friends are my new bosses. They're demanding in the office... and in the bedroom.

Preorder now at the reduced price.

Darlings:

Ok, the next 3 Men at Work books have been chosen! Thank you for voting! These babies will come out between now and the end of the year.
I hope you love these new covers as much as I do.
More details to come...

xoxo
Mika