In the world of hockey, among teammates, there are certain rules to follow. The most important—The Forbidden Rule. Daughters, sisters, mothers, girlfriends, wives, exes, basically anyone of the female kind related to your teammate is off-limits. But Kallie takes my world by storm the minute I see her riding into the rodeo arena on a palomino, her long, auburn hair flowing in the wind. The second we touch, I know I'll do anything to hold on tight to her, tighter than the bucking broncs I ride to let off steam in the off-season. I'll go to hell and back to win her heart, even if it means missing out on the Puckers' Championship game. Because she's mine, and has been from our first kiss. Too bad she's also my worst enemy's ex. And in the world of hockey, well, sometimes you have to break the forbidden rule.