Hockey Hottie: Loving the Puckers, #1

By Kat Obie

I've always had a thing for the coach's daughter.
Not that he needs to know that. Coach thinks she and I are friends… and we are, have been for years. But I'd sure like to be friends with benefits.
Except then I'd be dead, because coach wants to believe his daughter is still the angelic little figure skater who just needs a workout buddy.
Why, oh why did I ever agree to help her train?
There's no way I can keep my feelings for her a secret when we're getting hot and sweaty together.
But I've got the perfect plan.
Just one little date won't hurt.
Until she shows up to the Halloween party wearing that.
Puck me.

Hockey Hottie is your escape into some friends to lovers romance with schmexy hockey players, some figure skating antics, and too many Labyrinth Halloween costumes.
Grab this first book in the Loving the Puckers series for your hockey romance fix now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kat Obie
• Release date: Aug 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201740504

Book preview

Chapter 1

Klaus

I loved being on the ice—always had—but it was weird training under Uncle Scotty and playing for my dad’s old team. It wasn’t weird in a bad way, but in that all-your-dreams-can-come-true kind of way. You would think that after two months of being back in Cleveland, the shine would have worn off, but not yet.

I skated off the ice and Coach Wheiland, aka Uncle Scotty or my dad’s best friend, said, K, I need to talk to you when you’re done changing.

I nodded in acknowledgement and went to the locker room. Almost everyone on the Sound would call me Lager or Lags since my last name was Lagerfield. But to Uncle Scotty, that was my dad’s nickname. So he would call me K, a nickname given to me by his daughter when she was a baby.

I wondered what was up. I didn’t think I’d done anything to get in trouble. Okay, I’d loosened a few water bottle lids, but that wasn’t anything new.

Colton Weber—Webs—came up and wagged a finger at me., Looks like someone is in trouble with Daddy.

Am not, you ass. I grabbed a towel from the laundry cart and snapped it at him. Not that it would do much harm since we were still in our pads.

Of course, he snapped one back at me as he said, Then why are you being sent to the coach's office?

I sat down in my stall, deciding not to go any further with Webs in the towel snapping contest. I peeled off my gear. Maybe I’m finally getting promoted to the top line. I have been on fire lately.

You wish, called out Matt Shoresy, the right winger whose spot I would be taking if I got moved up to the first line. Although, with how Scotty had things, the two of us had the exact same amount of playing time.

He would probably keep me on the second line to act as their spark plug.

Shoresy continued, He’s probably going to tell you to lay off the pranks.

I laughed. He was just mad since he hadn’t checked the lid before trying to drink from his water bottle and soaked his shirt.

Nah. I knew for a fact that wouldn’t be it. I was nowhere near the prankster my dad was. Scotty had loved Papa’s antics. It kept the guys loose and on their toes. He missed it when Papa retired.

I got showered and changed quickly since I didn’t want to keep Scotty waiting. As I pulled on my under armour shirt, Webs said, Well, it was nice knowing you, Lags.

You can’t get rid of me that easily. I walked out of the locker room and went the short distance to Scotty’s office.

The door was left open, which was normal for Scotty. It was only when he didn’t want to get interrupted that the door was shut. I popped my head in first and said, You wanted to see me.

Yeah. Come on in. Take a seat, but shut the door first.

My heartrate started to rise. He wanted to talk business and didn’t want anyone else hearing the discussion. I did as I was told and sat down across from dad’s best friend.

Relax, K, you aren’t in trouble. Scotty could always read me and my dad easily. I was a lot like my dad. For the longest time, Dad called me his mini-me.

So, why am I here?

I need a favor.

Sure, I would do anything for him and his family.

It’s about Lexi.

Now that was intriguing.

Scotty’s daughter. I’d had a crush on her since basically forever. With her vibrant, long, wavy red hair and amazing legs, there was nothing not to love about her. It didn’t matter she was like six years younger than me and I would basically babysit her.

Doesn't she prefer going by Alex now? Scotty didn’t like change, and having Lexi switch to Alex last year couldn’t have been easy.

Then again, it still blew my mind that she competed as Alexandra and I’d been following her figure skating career for years. It was her given name but I still found it weird since she never went by Alexandra at home.

Yeah. But you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks. Just don’t tell on me, he said with a wink.

I nodded. So, what’s going on?

He relaxed and started to slouch in his chair. Can you train with her? This is a big year for her, and I don’t trust the bitches at the rink to know what’s best for her.

Of course. He didn’t need to ask me twice. I would gladly spend time with Alex, as long as it wouldn’t get me into trouble. Scotty had made it real clear there would be consequences for any player who so much as flirted with his daughter at the beginning of the season. I’ll call her today.

Great. I know I can trust you.

I nodded in agreement. I would do anything for her.

Scotty continued, Also, it might be nice if you could bring her to the team Halloween Party next week. It was always so cute how you guys would dress up in matching costumes and go trick or treating together.

That was the kind of thing that made me feel like a kid again in front of Scotty. Most of the time, he treated me like an adult and no different from other people on the team, despite knowing me my whole life.

But it was true. Lexi would ask me to wear matching costumes for years, and we always had a good time and got cute photos. It only stopped when I was 18 and my hockey career prevented me from coming home to dress up for her.

I had to ask the obvious. Are you sure you are okay with her at a team party?

We all knew that coach’s daughter was off limits, but we’d be getting super drunk. She would be exposed to all sorts of things that Scotty wouldn’t like. If I got too drunk, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands