He'll break every rule in the book to claim his coach's daughter. Nash Whatley Coach had two rules when I joined the Keep my name out of the press, and don't even think about touching his daughter. The first one? Easy. I'm not some rookie with a chip on my shoulder. The second one? Complicated. Emilia Lariat might just be the thing I've been missing. But this sassy little minx thinks she can hide what we are together. We'll see how easy that is when I've got her bent over every flat surface in this arena. She wants to play? That's fine. But I came to win, and not even her father will stop me. Emilia Lariat When my father told me to meet him in the locker room, the sausage-fest I walked in on wasn't what he had in mind. Now, I know what his entire roster looks like naked. Puck bunnies would kill to be me right now…and I'd kill to burn the image from my brain. Thank God for Nash Whatley, my savior in skates. From the minute the growly giant drags me out of the locker room with his hands over my eyes, he's got my head and heart all messed up. He's the last person I should be sneaking around with…but the second he touches me, I forget exactly what we're risking. I forget everything but his name. Right up until my dad finds out, anyway…