Detective Micah Hart wasn’t sure when his fairly safe, predictable life became something more closely resembling a dumpster fire. But if he had to pinpoint an exact moment, he would say it was the first time he went undercover as a prostitute in an attempt to bait the notorious serial killer who was stalking New York City’s streets – the media-dubbed Hooker Hunter. It’s when Damon Romano plows into his life, with his fierce protective energy, and those thick thighs, and the bluest pair of eyes Micah has ever seen. If only he wasn’t also a temperamental mafioso in charge of running one of the city’s largest criminal empires. Damon fixates on Micah, obsessing over feeding him and making sure he always has a coat. He spoils him rotten with gifts and insists on taking Micah on as his personal escort – a “boyfriend” to get his nagging sisters off his back. It’s weirdly sweet, and Micah doesn’t know how he’s become a soft spot in the ruthless man’s otherwise hardened exterior, but it would be a lie to say he didn’t want even more: a real relationship with Damon. There was just one teensy, tiny problem with that. Despite what Damon thinks, Micah isn’t actually a prostitute. He’s a cop for the NYPD. Pretty Policeman is an MM billionaire/mafia romance, sprinkled liberally with rom-com elements, served with a side helping of sugar daddy kink and mistaken identity trope.

Going undercover at a strip club owned by your mafioso boyfriend without running it past him first? Not the best idea. (Then again, a few spankings never hurt anyone… much.) Micah Hart had learned a few things the first few months of officially dating Damon Romano, a vicious mafioso/ridiculously rich billionaire, infamous throughout New York City for his cut-throat “business” tactics: 1\. Damon was soft for nothing and no one… except Micah (and maybe his sisters). 2\. His domineering tendencies definitely extended to the bedroom. 3\. Damon didn’t trust him – not completely. That last one shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. After all, there were bound to be certain obstacles to overcome in a relationship when one person was a mafia don and the other was a police-detective-turned-PI. Damon keeps Micah far away from anything related to his “work”, and Micah allows it... at least until a stripper named Ginger waltzes into his struggling detective agency, claiming that her boyfriend - also a stripper - is trying to kill her. Ginger just so happens to work at Lust, the most infamous of a chain of clubs Damon has specifically warned Micah away from. Taking the job would require him to go undercover at Lust, and he should say no. But Damon is out of town for the weekend. And Micah’s been salivating for an actually worthwhile case for weeks now. What’s the worst that could happen? (Psst. Spankings.)