Best Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He gives me the devilish smirk that ignites sparks and playfully mocks, “That absolutely goes without saying. And you know it.” “Well, then. Lucky for us, we’ve just arrived at the hotel.” ~ Jameson ~ I’m going to tell you a secret. Perhaps you’ve already guessed it. Perhaps that’s why I’m owning up to it now, with you. Yes, I find Nikki St. Claire irresistible. Yes, I have taken advantage of the coincidences we’ve faced, twisting them to suit both our desires. The unfortunate downside to that is, as much as I actually do want to pursue a real romance with her, that’s not my mission.

~ 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.

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

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.

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

I am greeted by the players as I make way through the stench. While fumbling, to get my key in the lock, Alfie questions “Is that what you're wearing tonight to have dinner with my mom.” “You do mean dinner with you and your mom, right?” I ask hesitantly. These boys and their attempts to set me up this summer have got me riled up. Let’s just say Candy wasn’t the last puck bunny that Quickie brought by. I had the unique pleasure to see the disappointment in the eyes of Tiffany, Foxy, Bambi, just to name a few. Even Kingston “King”, my left defenseman from Russia, brought over his 60-something year old aunt in an attempt to ‘save me from the single life’. She was nice enough and damn, her

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team. I hadn't forgiven her for it. Hadn't forgiven him either, honestly, though I'd told everyone including myself that I was over it, that it barely registered anymore, that Hailey Simmons wasn't worth a single second of my headspace. Turns out that was a lie too. "Well look who it is." Marcus grinned at our table like he'd won something just by walking through the door, his squad fanning out behind him like backup dancers. "Heard you got a new coach. Some washed up NHL reject, right?"

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to Emperor Wolves Restaurant. Can I please take your orders?” Rylan grits his teeth, still confused about why she is working here. Of course, he is not aware of everything that has happened. He has skipped college and even ice hockey practice to get over his heartbreak and also start preparing for the wedding. He has been busy, which has been helpful for him because the exhaustion keeps his mind distracted.

“Well, he looks like he swallowed a broomstick.” She snorted. Before she could answer, a passing senior leaned toward us, lowering her voice as though she was sharing a classified information. “That’s Noah Romanov.” My expression immediately changed. “Romanov?” She nodded eagerly. “His older brother is Alexei Romanov. The hockey star.” Oh. That explained the sudden attention. Alexei Romanov. Even people who didn’t care about hockey knew that name. He was also worshipped at this school just like my brother.