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College. It was supposed to be my new start. I made a promise to my father I would be a good girl from now on - focus solely on the game and play nice for once. Aside from him, basketball is my only love, therefore sacrifices must be made all in the name of the game.

I gave away my heart only to have it broken. I relinquished my soul, and it was mercilessly ripped to shreds. All that is left is my faith that somehow I’ll be able to make things right. I’ll fight tooth and nail to restore our love and bring us back our freedom. I’ll make sure every secret is revealed. Every hidden lie uncovered. I won’t allow the tyranny and manipulation over our lives to continue. The madness ends here. I just pray it’s not too late to save us all.

They saw me for the girl I am and the person I yearn to become one day - a woman who thrives in her freedom and dances away in her rightfully earned independence. The love we shared for each other was probably the only miracle I would be granted in this life, and I knew they felt the same. Or so I thought. Everything I held dear has been robbed from me, and I’ve been a victim of theft too many times to mention. I will not have them steal my pride. They can keep my heart, for all I care. The day they became my stepbrothers, it stopped working anyway.

Nothing is ever as it seems. In a world where lies and deceit rule, my carefully hidden secrets weren’t an exception. The privileged hide behind masks that only elitism and power can provide. Yet, I’m still learning just how vile and ruthless you need to become to play their twisted game. In my naiveté, I thought my heart would always be safe in their hands. But I was wrong. So very wrong. And now I have to live with the tangled mess my actions have created.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.

My name is Freya Wilson. I am not your typical girl next door. I'm far from it. As my mother likes to point out since I graduated high school, I should be planning my life instead of wallowing around the house in my pajamas all day. Girls my age are either preparing for college or taking advantage of the warm summer days that California provides in spades. She doesn't understand why I prefer to be stuck in my room, watching the world pass by. But there is a reason to my melancholy that she will never know. I'm in mourning. I morn a love I can never have. 

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.

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.

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.

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