Novel & Cerita Best Hockey Romance

I groan. “You say something?” She turns with narrows eyes. “Nope, nothing.” Great, so she heard me groaning. Fuckingfantastic. “How about Taking A Shot At Love?” Immi stops in her tracks and puts her hands on those tiny, sexy hips of hers. “It’s a Hallmark movie. You are so fucking with me right now, aren’t you?” “Seriously, darlin’. I am not fucking with you. I love Hallmark movies. I always watch them. Just because I’m some big burly hockey player, doesn’t mean I don’t like a bit of romance.” Honestly, am I that bad?

“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.”

“Oh, absolutely. I came with my new boyfriend. He’s why I’m all dressed up.” Ava fans herself dramatically. “Girl, he’s hot. Like, seriously hot. Tall, dark hair, these piercing eyes that just melt you. Muscles from playing sports, hockey, actually. And his smile? Dangerous. The kind that makes your knees weak.” “Wow, that’s romantic.” I say, already feeling really drunk from the shots.

"That's against bro-code. Best friend code, too. Your sisters are off-limits. My teammates too. Do we have a deal?" I was enjoying the little flirt with the tall-as-hell hockey player, but there was no way anything would come out of it. There's no way I'm going to actually get involved with any of these guys, even if some of them are really hot. But I like knowing Bram will stay away from my gorgeous sisters. "We have a deal," I agree

~ 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.

I am still the captain of this ice. Two more rogues jumped onto the ice, their faces twisting into furious snarls. They did not like being embarrassed by a human. They charged at Holden at the same time, running fast across the wet surface. Holden did not freeze up. He used his sports training, shifting his weight and spinning to the left just as the first rogue lunged. The monster flew past him, sliding uselessly into the boards. Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee.

Yet here I am, front row, about to watch Rhett train with his team. And you know what? Hockey might actually be… nice. Their jerseys are cool, the energy is electric, and the men? Ohh God! I’ve clearly been missing out, because hockey players are ridiculously hot. Tall, broad, all muscle and power. I’ve never noticed before, probably because, like I said, I don’t do sports, but watching Rhett in that jersey, with those skates and that focused, determined look, I might be falling for this sport. My stomach flutters with excitement as Rhett skates out onto the ice. The coach blows a whistle and the whole team takes off, slicing across the rink so fast the air feels like it shifts.

Someone in the row behind us spilled popcorn everywhere. "Hockey is just violence with ice skates," Elena announced. "That's the point." "The point is stupid." I smiled. And despite myself, I started watching. Not the game. Him. Garrett was easy to find. Number seventeen. Dark jersey that complimented his smooth dark skin. That broad-shouldered, no-nonsense way of moving that made everyone else look like they were guessing. He didn't chase the puck. He anticipated it. Like he'd decided the outcome before the first drop.

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

"We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance." "Why are you fighting this?" "Because it makes us soft!" I shouted. My voice cracked in the room. "Look at what happened in Boston. You saw me take a hit. You lost your mind in the tunnel. You took a six-game suspension because you couldn't control your alpha instincts. If we start playing for love, we lose our edge. We become vulnerable." I gripped the comforter. My knuckles turned white against the silk. "The hockey world is waiting for us to fail," I said. My teeth ground together. "The media wants to see the fated couple fall apart on the ice. The only way we win is if we keep this professional, a biological match to beat t