Best Books On Hockey Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

And then there he was, gracefully skating across the rink, a force to be reckoned with. The hockey rink was always cold, but the shivers I felt weren’t just from the temperature. They were from watching Enzo on the ice. His every move was a symphony of raw power and grace. His muscles, taut and pronounced beneath the uniform, contracted and relaxed with every stride, every swing of the stick. It was mesmerizing, almost otherworldly in its beauty. Errant curls of his brown hair peeked out from beneath his helmet, catching hints of the overhead lights. The vibrant chestnut waves were often a point of teasing amongst his teammates, but to me, they were a marker of the man I had fallen so deeply

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

It was just a few blocks away, and we arrived quickly. Asher's apartment was on the top floor of a modern building with big windows overlooking the city. It smelled like fresh laundry and something spicy, probably his cologne. The place was surprisingly clean for a college hockey player. A big couch faced a massive TV, hockey gear was neatly stacked in the corner, and there were a few trophies on the shelf. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, tossing his keys on the counter. "You want something to drink? Water? Soda? Or something stronger?"

My hand stops. My pen hovers above the blank notebook. I have heard Eli speak dozens of times. Heated exchanges across study tables. Clipped words in hallways. The controlled precision he uses when he has decided to say something and means all of it. I have never heard him sound like this. Hockey has its own kind of music. The percussion of blades against ice, the crack of a stick finding a puck at the right angle. Beautiful in a kinetic, physical way. This is something else.

“Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.” Now Ryder was the one hissing and wincing. “Yeah, we men can be so brutal at times.” I inwardly scoffed. Men. The way he said it made them sound like middle-aged dads discussing life experience. These guys were barely even in their twenties. “Alright alright,” Ryder conceded. “So hockey is a no-go. If you don’t like rough sports, then what are you into?” “Chess. Golf.” Clint took another bite of his muffin. “Indoor games that don’t require you to get body-checked into another dimension and also guarantee my safety.”

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.

A scoff followed after, almost like she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, “You can’t be serious. It’s hockey!! A game of champions. Blake University has had the best team for years. We almost made it to the playoffs last year even, there’s no way you came in here without wanting to— “No.” I shook my head, “I think hockey is a game for losers.” “Aria!!” I remained defiant on my stance, “You heard me. I think hockey sucks, the concept of the whole game sucks, I think it’s a waste of student resources and the school’s money. I did my research and the school pumps a whole load into the team, which I think is pathetic. So you heard me loud and clear—Hockey is a game for losers.” I

The locker room of the New York Glaciers smelled like wintergreen, expensive cologne, and male sweat. To most fans, this was the smell of victory. To Oliver Hartley, it just smelled like forty thousand dollars of student debt. Oliver adjusted the strap of his heavy massage kit. He was twenty-three years old, with messy blonde curls that refused to stay flat and bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of mischief. But today, those eyes were tired. He had graduated top of his class in nursing, but nursing didn't pay enough to clear his loans fast. Being a massage assistant for a star hockey team did.