Best Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I have one job, win this game. Mitchell skates past me, shoulder-checking me harder than necessary. “Nice punch, Hart,” he sneers. “Too bad your head’s not in the game.” I don’t look at him. I don’t react. I just keep skating. He hates that. Next shift, he tries again, a shove to my back, a slash to my stick, a muttered insult about my team. Still nothing. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But then he says her name. “Hey, how’s your little ice princess? Lena, right? Shame, she got hurt. But maybe I can help her 'heal' up”

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

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.

“People always reminded me who he was. The famous player. The handsome star. The man who could date anyone.” Her fingers twisted together. “They acted like I had won something when he wanted me.” I did not interrupt. “At first, it felt romantic. Then every disagreement became proof I was ungrateful. If he cancelled plans, I needed to understand because hockey came first. If I complained, he reminded me how many women would gladly accept my place.” Anger tightened in my chest. “He said that?” “Not always directly.” “That does not make it better.” “I know that now.” She looked at me.

I hated Kane Ravenwood before I ever spoke to him. The ruthless captain of the Ravens Hockey Team ruined my brother’s career and turned our family into campus gossip. Everyone worships him like a king, but I know the monster beneath the crown. Arrogant. Violent. Untouchable. So when he suddenly asks me to fake date him to save his reputation after a scandal, I should’ve said no. Instead, I made a deal with the devil. Now he’s everywhere. Touching me. Watching me. Controlling who talks to me. Calling me like he already owns me. The worst part? The fake relationship doesn’t feel fake anymore. Because behind his cruel smirk and bloodstained knuckles is a broken boy hid

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.