Passing The Red Line — Jocelyne Soto

The majority of my life has centered around one thing and one thing only. Hockey. Being the daughter of a player, I know the ins and outs of the sport. Including the hurt that can come with it. I've grown to hate it. That hate runs so deep that when a player steps into my life in a towel, I do everything I can to hate him too. After a few summer nights, though, it starts to become impossible. Especially as the season starts and we spend more time together when I take the position as lead photographer on his team. The same team my dad coaches. Now I'm back in the hockey world, falling for a grumpy hockey player I should want nothing to do with and dealing with my dad and his apologies. Fingers crossed being back in this world doesn't hurt me anymore than it already has.