Best Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

“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."

It was filthy, slightly gross, but so unbelievably hot that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Ryder leaned up over me, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn't care—I kissed him back with desperate intensity, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He rolled us over to the other side of his massive king-sized bed. “Come here,” he murmured softly, gripping the hem of his hockey jersey. He pulled the shirt up over my head, leaving my bare breasts completely exposed to his heavy gaze. I didn't even feel embarrassed—my mind was still swimming in the aftermath of my climax.

"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.

~ 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.

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

As if that’s not bad enough, now they are kissing at hockey games, like some madly-in-love couple. I hate it. I hate it so much. I do not wish to let them get away with it so easily. There’s got to be something I can do. That is when I see him, tearing across the rink. All six foot five, hunk of male sexiness. Even in gear and paddings, it’s easy to make out the form of Aiden Cross, hot on the enemy’s tail. He’s feral in his pursuit and my breath hitches as he steals the puck from the enemy’s stick. He switches direction with the swift grace that only a pro can pull off and the crowd is going crazy as he passes the puck to another player. The Omega team pass the puck to one another, gliding

"Sydney, I am on the same campus as you, and I am the basketball captain. How did you think I wasn't going to know who the hockey captain is?" "Hot dude knows hot dude, makes sense. I just personally don't understand why these girls go crazy about you." He smiled and ran a hand over his head, doing this whole slow, deliberate thing like he was in a photoshoot. I scrunched my face. "Stop it, that's so weird." He laughed and settled back into the cushions. "Does Sasha have any social media?" I was already reaching for my laptop. Corbin watched me navigate directly to her profile in about four seconds flat and I could feel his eyes on the side of my face. "Don't judge me."

It’s not my preferred drink, I am more a whisky man or a strong scotch but for Roxy I want to spoil her with the finest champagne. “This is true,” she says tilting her head exposing that long, lean neck of hers. It’s perfectly ready for me to bite her and mark her. I must hold off. Roxy has to be ready for me. She has to be ready to take on the role of the Alpha’s mate and that won’t be an easy task. But I am a patient man. Hockey players are renowned for being patient men. We have to be. All the time on the ice, the practice, the drills, the endless gym sessions, waiting to get the puck. It takes focus, determination, grit and patience above all.

"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

Brea said, though she laughed as she lifted her own sign. "I can't help it," I said, my chest tight with excitement. "I need them to win this game so badly." "I know, I know, he's your fiancé," Brea muttered, rolling her eyes in a playful way. "Of course you want him to win." She gestured toward the ice with her sign. "But look at Devon. That man looks like a statue carved by a master artist. The genetics on him are just not fair." I gave her a playful look of mock disgust before turning my attention right back to Dominic. He glided across the ice, moving the puck with total control and speed. For three years, if anyone asked me who the most handsome man alive was, my answer would always be