Chosen by the Vikens

Chosen? Hardly. Carmen has been bringing down criminal organizations for years. When her boss tells her she is going off-world to hunt and destroy people trying to murder an adorable little princess, she jumps at the chance to prove herself. Her boss didn't mention anything about three hot-as-hell warriors who must pretend to be her mates. Nor did he mention the bad guys' suspected headquarters is inside a club that specializes in fulfilling their client's every fantasy.
Kayson, Geros, and Mal are not hers. She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire? Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide? She must play along. Nothing is real. Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan … isn't it?
And falling in love with them? Absolutely forbidden.