Overworked and under-appreciated, I was on the verge of burnout. But I never expected three handsome demons to add even more fire to my life. If I had to describe working at Paulsen law firm, I’d ask you to picture a soulless hellhole, where everyone scrambled to the top, trampling the bodies beneath them. And I was stuck right at the bottom of the body pile. Looking after myself had never been a priority. I just didn't have the time. But by chance, or dumb luck, I received a visit from three angels. Well, no, actually, not angels. Incubus. Tall, muscular, sexy Incubi, intent on teaching me a thing or two about self care. Thing is, I don't remember ever signing a contract... do you think I should tell them it was a mistake?