Puckered Hearts

One of the cardinal rules of matchmaking I was positive I'd never break. That is until Nathan Wilder walked into Love Moore Matchmaking Agency, needing my help to find him the one. A tall order to ask since he was the most hated man in the NHL. Broody. Crude. Abrasive. The man was a six-foot-three walking red flag. Right off the bat, every fiber of my being told me he'd be trouble. He wasn't looking for love. It was all a PR stunt to clean up his image so he could keep playing for the Boston Guardians. But there was something in his sad, soulful eyes that just pulled me in.

Never fall in love with a client. Just one of the many guidelines you must follow when you represent the best athletes in the game. The rule never bothered me. A pretty smile from a cocky player couldn't do it for me anyway. As a no-nonsense sports agent, I've seen it all in this cutthroat world of athletic negotiations and powerplays. Say what you will about me, I know how to handle business. The only person who pretends I'm not a freaking badass is Trent Nichols, the infuriating, albeit sexy-as-all-hell, Boston Guardians general manager.

I care deeply for all my patients, but falling in love with one was never a risk. My heart had closed up shop years ago. As the Boston Guardians' in-house therapist, I was perfectly content helping athletes deal with their pain and trauma, happy to see others thrive and overcome life's obstacles. I was content… until I wasn't. Everything changed when a devastating accident shattered the life of the club's star goalie—Caleb Donovan. I was tasked with saving him from his self-sabotaging ways and told to become his beacon of hope and savior in the darkness.