Best Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

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“Whoa, Captain’s finally asking for romance tips? Who’s the lucky girl? Is it that law student everyone’s talking about? Hannah Simpson? The overall President of the Supreme Student Council? She’s beautiful, smart, and way out of your league if you ask me.” Tank chuckled. “Yeah, Hannah’s a catch. Long hair, sharp mind, runs the whole student body like a pro. If you’re trying to woo her, start with flowers. Girls like her appreciate the classics. Take her to a nice café, not just the locker room after practice.” Riot nodded. “And listen to her. Don’t just talk about hockey. Ask about her plans, her dreams. Law student like that has big goals. Show her you’re not just the captain on the ice.”

She picked up her book and shut it close the next second. “Damn Emily, way to kill the vibe,” Joseph mouthed. “You are a piece of shit, Joseph. Shut the fuck up and go back to gooning on animated series,” Emily jabbed. As Joseph cleared his throat and pretended to act unbothered, Chris walked into the class, reading the thick awkward tension. Our eyes met but I quickly looked away as he breathed in and pressed his lips together. “Another puppet,” Deej scoffed in a whisper. Chris walked to his seat, pumping his shoulders up and muttered. “I guess the theory is true. The football team and the hockey team are sworn to hate each other and it transcends their relationship.”

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”

Just us on the ice where we used to fight. *** Leo looked at our hands, then at my face. “You’re acting weird, Miller. Even for an Alpha.” “We spent two years hitting each other into these boards,” I said. “Every game I had to watch you skate past the New York bench and pretend I wanted to break your ribs.” “You did break my visor in Boston,” Leo said with a small smirk. “That was a legal check,” I muttered. “Point is, we did everything in secret. Dark hallways. Rented cars. Hotel closets.”

“There's plenty of fish in the sea. And I'm a fucking shark. I don't care about one cute little goldfish. It's more important right now for me to lay in my bed and try to get the room to stop spinning.” “Alright, man, whatever you say,” Sean said, standing up from the couch. “Let's get out of here then.” Blondie and the Brunette tugged on Oliver's arms as he tried to leave the VIP. “Wait, baby, can't we go with you?” they asked. Oliver turned around and smiled. “Of course.” They both grabbed their purses and got up, with excitement written all across their faces. “Really?” Blondie asked. “No, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “You two have a good night. I hear there's a defenseman for

When I finally finished, she leaned back in her chair with a dreamy expression that made me regret telling her quite so much. "That is literally the most romantic thing I've ever heard." "It wasn't that romantic," I protested. "It was." "No." "He taught you to skate." I sighed. "...Yes." "You kissed under the arena lights." "...Yes." "And now you're telling me it wasn't romantic?" I covered my face with both hands, laughing as I realised how ridiculous my argument sounded when she put it that way. "When you say it like that..." Lilly reached across the table and squeezed my hand, her teasing expression softening into a genuine smile. "I'm so happy for you, Evelyn."

I glanced down at the oversized shirt and tugged at the hem. "He lent it to me because I didn't have anything comfortable to sleep in. Don't make it weird." "I'm not making anything weird. I'm simply gathering information." "Gigi, you're impossible." "And you're living with three ridiculously attractive hockey players. I think I'm allowed to be curious." I buried my face in the pillow, laughing. "I should've never called you." "Oh, you absolutely should have. Now tell me about Brick. Is he as charming off the ice as he is on it?"

There's more forbidden love and slow-burn romance waiting for you. And watch out, because I'm not done. Coming soon: ON ICE: Pucking My Ex Best Friend's Stepbrother — a new secret romance full of tension you won't want to put down. Thank you for reading. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. Until the next book, Nancy Grey 🖤