| I would give up anything to claim her as mine–too bad she's my coach's daughter. SO THIS IS WAR, a brand new, standalone sports romance from USA Today bestselling author @meghanquinnauthor will be releasing on June 25th in all formats! Check out the fantastic cover below and dive in to this all new, coach's daughter, workplace, forbidden standalone sports romance featuring the hockey men you can't get enough of. This steamy, roommates-to-lovers romantic comedy will bring all the laughs while burning up the pages at the same time.
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Blurb:
Did I think I was going to fall for my coach's daughter? The answer would be no. I'm still unclear on how I got into this predicament in the first place. A year ago, I was a man with one thought on his mind, the redhead I met at a hotel bar. Twelve months later, I found her. Unfortunately for me, she not only happens to be my very off-limits coach's daughter, but also . . . my new assistant and roommate. I don't even need an assistant, but Coach Wood doesn't take no for an answer. Add in him writing up tasks for his daughter, Wylie, to complete for me? Well, it's his own form of sweet torture. We are talking tasks that I would never ask her to do. Tasks that make her despise me. Hate me. That make her utter four words that cause a shiver to crawl up my spine . . . Posey, this is war.
Excerpt:
"Posey," Coach Wood snaps, and I'm quickly tossed out of my reverie. "Yes, hi." I clear my throat and hold out my hand awkwardly. "I'm Levi Posey, your new boss." With a devilish smirk on her lips, Wylie—now I know her goddamn name—sits down in the chair next to me and takes my hand in hers. Just like last time, a bolt of electricity shoots up my arm and straight to my c*ck. Mother of f*ck… "Great to meet you, Levi. I look forward to tending to your every need." She lets go of my hand and turns to her father, who doesn't seem too pleased. Maybe it was my staring. Maybe it was her sexual innuendo. Maybe because this office now feels like a pressure cooker. Either way, he looks back and forth between us and says, "Wylie, you understand your job responsibilities, correct?" "Oh yes, to be at Mr. Posey's beck and call." "Levi," I croak out. "Levi is fine." "To keep things professional, I prefer Mr. Posey," Wylie says with a glint in her stormy eye. Jesus, is it hot in here? Because it feels really hot. Is it just me? | 
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