When the scandal of a double homicide threatens to destroy his career, this billionaire hockey player hires an ambitious sports agent to improve his public image. It's time to let the puckery begin.

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.