Moriah hates athletes. When she's fired from her position as the PR manager for a famous country singer, Moriah is out of options to find a new job. The good jobs are either taken, or she's overqualified. Confronted with a new job for the NHL hockey team, the Boston Bears, Moriah is forced to break her 'no working for athletes rule'. What's more, she's forced to straighten out the image of the hotheaded, short tempted leftwing of the Bears, Ezra Nevarez. He's everything she hates about working for athletes and the very reason she didn't want the job in the first place. However, the more time she spends trying to fix Ezra's image she sees there's a soft side to Ezra he can't hide from anyone, especially her. What's worse? She can't help but fall for this side of Ezra, and slowly willing to break all of the rules she made to protect herself from men just like him. --- Ezra has only two cares in the entire world, family and hockey. Point. Period. Blank. Everything else is a distraction he doesn't have the energy to bother with. So after a brutal game in the NHL preseason, where fists fly, Ezra as always is forced to take the blame. Being assigned a PR manager to work on his public image doesn't bother him one bit. He couldn't care less what the woman did with herself as long as she left him alone. The way he preferred to be. He didn't care about her job and silently hoped she'd be fired so she could leave him alone for good. He didn't care that there was something dark she was covering up with her sunshine attitude. And he surely didn't care about her full lips that more than once thought about what they tasted like. Wait what? No he couldn't care about her. She was one more distraction he couldn't afford. Though why couldn't he seem to shake thoughts of her no matter how hard he tried?