Best Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

Chapter One Allison If my brother Zane found out what I was wearing under his best friend’s hockey jersey, he’d probably have a stroke right here in the luxury suite. The jersey belonged to Roman Greyson. Number 87. It was massive, made of heavy black-and-silver mesh that swallowed my frame, smelling exactly like him—expensive cedar wood, icy rink air, and a faint hint of pure, intoxicating male heat. It fell down to the middle of my thighs, completely hiding the ultra-tight, emerald-green silk dress I’d poured myself into for later.

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.

Just the soft hiss of snow against the window and the steady, hollow beat of my own heart. At the rink he was already on the ice when I arrived, but he never looked over. He ran his usual edge work at the far end, precise and remote, as if the girl he had claimed against the glass and then begged to own him no longer existed in the same building. During drills he corrected other players. He called for more speed, tighter gaps, better sticks. My name never left his mouth. When our paths crossed he adjusted his line by the smallest fraction so that the space between us remained exact and unbroken. I hated him for it.

“I don’t know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?” I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose myself. The way he’d whispered things only my Dom should whisper. The way his seed had spilled inside me and how, for one terrifying second afterward, I’d thought—what if? But I shoved it down, tightening my grip on my bag. Rhett Voss wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my Dom. My patient. The famous ice hockey player the whole damn city fawned over. A man fifteen years younger than me. Normal didn’t exist for us.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

Cody is keeping the honeymoon a big surprise but whatever he has planned I know I will absolutely love. Luna is sitting outside reading a book on the love seat swing, she looks serene and gentle as I hang laundry. Cody and I arrived back last night from Aspen where they won too. Now Austin is within a chance of qualifying for the Stanley Cup. It’s so exciting because if Cody can make it happen for the team to win again, it’ll be two years in a row that he’ll have made it happen for his respective teams. No pressure on him then. “You want a hand with that?” She asks me glancing up from her romance, I lent her a Laurent Asher book from the Dreamland Billionaire series and she is literally eati

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“I’m offering to stand next to you.” “That’s the same thing.” “It’s not,” he says quietly. “Using is empty. Standing is intentional.” My heart pounds. “This is a bad idea,” I murmur. “Most honest things are.” Before I can answer, my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a picture. Ryan. With her. Her hand on his chest. His smile was wide. My chest aches. “He moved on fast,” Alex says flatly. “I guess it didn't matter,” I whisper.