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.