Best Hockey Romance Series Novels & Stories

The room quieted because that's what rooms did when someone held a microphone – they listened, even when they shouldn't. "Yo, I just wanna give a shoutout to our boys on the hockey team. Best season in years. Captain Caleb holding it down–" Cheers. Whooping. Caleb raising his beer with a modest smile. "–and the new guy, Maddox, who's been scoring on AND off the ice apparently." Laughter. My stomach tightened. "But real talk–" Derek grinned. Scanned the room. Found me. "Is the hockey transfer actually dating the captain's leftovers? Because bro, that's not a flex. That's a hand-me-down."

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

Americus puffs up with obvious pride, like she's discussing advanced degrees from prestigious universities rather than her informal education in hockey culture. I can't help but smirk slightly. "What a useful life skill for literature seminars and philosophy discussions." "It absolutely is!" Americus insists with complete conviction. "You don't understand the transferable skills involved here, Silver. Hockey locker rooms aren't just changing areas. They're kingdoms with their own complex social hierarchies and unwritten rules. And the players? They're basically knights in really expensive, extremely smelly armor." Riley actually laughs at this description, quickly covering her mouth with her

The phone buzzed on my kitchen counter like a bomb going off at five in the morning. I grabbed it fast, still half asleep from the night skate with Kade. The headline on the sports blog hit me like a slap shot to the chest. "EXCLUSIVE: Blurred Photos Show Two Toronto Blades Players in Steamy Alley Kiss." The pictures were grainy and dark but you could make out two guys in team hoodies, bodies close, mouths locked. My heart slammed hard. I dialed Kade right away.

Notifications. Too many, I picked it up slowly. My eyes weren’t even fully open yet but I could already see the headlines on the screen. I blinked once.Then again. And then I sat up fast. “RYAN CARTER SECRETLY MARRIES UNKNOWN HOCKEY PLAYER” Another one. “WORLD CHAMPION SHOCKS FANS WITH SECRET WEDDING” Another. “WHO IS THE GIRL NEXT TO RYAN CARTER” My heart started beating fast like it wanted to leave my chest, in scrolled without thinking.

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

“He is the same as the rest of the team. They all have their roster.” “Not Ben. He loves me and won’t cheat on me.” I said firmly, narrowing my eyes at her to dare her to speak against him again. “And my husband loves me, but we are only one part of their lives, a small part of it. Their first love is hockey, and trust me, the world of hockey loves them right back.” Sierra glanced over my shoulder at the window overlooking the backyard, but I didn’t follow her gaze. I was more focused on the sadness that came over her face as she stared at her husband.

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."