Best Books About Hockey Novels & Stories

I looked at her for a moment—this girl with her notebook and her recorder and her eyes that didn’t miss anything. “Reynolds trusts me in the d-zone because my reads are good,” I said. “I understand positioning. I don’t just watch the puck—I watch where the puck is going to be.” I paused. “He’d rather have my hockey sense back there than a guy with better defensive stats who can’t anticipate.” “Is that something you developed or something you had?”

The rink was empty, except for the faint scraping of skates against the ice. Mila pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, her breath visible in the chilled air. She had stayed late to check the equipment, organize some notes, and make sure everything was ready for the next day’s session. The solitude was familiar, comforting even. She liked this quiet moment after the chaos of practice, when the echoes of shouting and skates pounding the ice had faded, leaving only stillness.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

“And when I’m broken for good, they’ll just replace me.” My chest tightened. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught a glimpse of something behind his armor, but this time it was sharper. Closer. “Rhett…” I said softly. “That’s not what I mean. I just..” He cut me off with a glare. “Don’t. Don’t pretend like you get it.” “But I do.” I dared to push, my voice trembling. “I see it in you. You love hockey, but it’s eating you alive. You don’t even care about your shoulder because all you hear is the pressure. From your team. From the fans. From your coach.”

"The university boosters are watching your personal life closely this season, Hayes. We have scouts from the NHL flying in for the Stanford game next month. The athletic board is already hyperventilating about the family name, and I cannot afford a massive scandal breaking apart my crew. You are the captain of this team. Do you know what that means?" "It means I score goals and keep the defense tight," I said flatly, leaning my hip against the edge of his filing cabinet. "My personal business doesn't affect my game. I'm on the ice six days a week, and I'm playing harder than anyone else on this roster. What I do outside the rink is my own damn problem."

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.