He has one rule. I am the reason he breaks it.

ANDRE

I learned my rule at nineteen, in a locker room in Kitchener, when somebody picked up my phone.

Nobody said a word to me. Not one. Eleven days later I was traded and they called it a depth move.

So now I don't let anybody see me. I play. I keep my head down. And in fourteen weeks I sign a pro contract and I get out of here.

Then Halloway hires a new assistant coach.

Theo Franklin is twenty-seven and he watches tape like it's a language. He sees things in my game nobody has seen in three years. He stands in front of the whole room on his first night and says he has one rule — he never gets personal with a player.

I have never wanted to break something so badly.

THEO

I know what happens to a coach who crosses that line. I watched it happen to my father in this building when I was fourteen years old.

So I prop the door. I put a chair in it. I write everything down.

It doesn't help.

Because Andre Kessler is the best player I've ever coached and the loneliest man I've ever met, and every Tuesday at nine o'clock he sits three feet away from me in a cold room and I forget what I built the rule for.

If this gets out, I lose the job. The name. Him.

I have until March to keep my hands off him.

I don't make it.

Late Whistle is a full-length, standalone MM college hockey romance with an emotional, low-spice, high-tension love story. No cheating. No cliffhanger. Book one of the Halloway Ravens.

Perfect for readers who love slow-burn forbidden sports romance with real hockey on the page.