Timothée Croneau is that jock—the bad boy superstar with the naughty reputation. He’s handsome, arrogant, and a billionaire. He’s also the number one person of interest in a double homicide and recently traded to a losing team who is showing him no love. And wouldn’t it be just his luck that his career splashed in the toilet six months after his long-time agent kicked the bucket? Now, he’s stuck with Ryker Kitsch.
An agent is supposed to fix his life, though, not break his heart.
Speaking of breaks, ex-athlete Ryker Kitsch wants his in the sports agency realm. He sees his chance to make a name for himself by helping rebrand his agency’s newly acquired hockey star, Timothée Croneau. The guy needs every lick of positive PR he can get. So, why is the devilishly gorgeous forward fighting him at every step and leaving Ryker to wonder if he’s been hired for a babysitting gig?
The mess Timothée is stirring was never in any contact Ryker was hired to handle. One thing's for sure. Whether it’s a forecheck or backcheck, collision is inevitable.
Is that…? Ryker’s ears perked and head cocked like a hound hearing a whistle. He strained to hear on the other side of the closed door. Water. Ryker’s jaws clenched as he checked his watch. I know he didn’t hop his ass in the shower after I told him we didn’t have time. Obviously, the kill him with kindness approach had been wasted on Timothée. Ryker marched to the bedroom, snatched the door open, stormed across the room to the bathroom, and snatched that door open as well.
“Timothée!” he snapped at the figure twisting behind the frosted glass door.
No response.
He yelled again; this time louder. I can’t believe he’s making me go into “oh-no-you-didn’t-bitch” mode before eight fucking a.m.
Still no response.
He yanked the shower door open, and Timothée’s head whirled around.
Timothée jumped, almost losing his footing, and then froze after regaining his balance. His eyes widened to the size of a basin. However, within seconds, he steadied his emotions and his eyes tapered to slits. “What the hell are you doing?”
Ryker’s voice caught in the back of his throat as he watched suds slide from Timothée’s ripped torso inked with a circular “savage” tattoo, down his muscular legs, and pool at his feet.
Hockey player Aidan Lefèvre’s professional and personal life is on ice. Recovering from an injury and traded to a new team, Aidan is attempting to prove his viability to his coaches, fans, and teammates. Just when he believes he’s succeeded, another accident during the playoffs threatens to unravel all of his progress.
Having relocated away from family and friends, Aidan turns to his extroverted team captain, Christophe Fontenot, whose jovial nature lifts everyone’s spirits. But when Aidan discovers his attraction for Christophe changes the meaning of “body checking,” Aidan questions more than his hockey skills.
Should he deny what he feels or come out of the “box”?
Brighton Rabalais only wants to play hockey. He’s uninterested in the politics behind the sport, but his recruiting to the Saint Anne’s Civets is as much about politics as it is his hockey abilities. He’s been hired to replace the enigmatic, three-time champion, veteran goalie, Gatien Glesseau, who happens to be as sexy as he is talented.
Their clashing is inevitable, but Brighton can’t get a read on Gatien. However, with his own secrets a concern, Brighton doesn’t need another complication. But when Gatien threatens to invade Brighton’s privacy, Brighton defends his heart with the same vigor and passion as he does the net.
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