Best Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

He fell back onto the pillows, resting the back of his palm over his eyes, his lips turned down in a dramatic, grumpy pout. Valeria couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him. The terrifying, world famous Ice King of professional hockey was lying there looking so completely defeated, all because of one woman. Smiling softly, Valeria moved. She climbed directly on top of his broad chest, straddling his waist, and began placing soft, sweet pecks all over his jawline, cheeks, and lips to loosen up his moody face. "Come on, sulky boy," she persuaded gently, looking down into his dark eyes. "It's not like we aren't going to see each other! I'll come over every single weekend, and we can go on

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

He scoffs then leans against the boards like we are old friends. "Tell me, Bailey, what exactly are you doing here? Since when do you care about hockey?" He asks. Of course he would ask that because to him, a woman like me can only care about baking and house chores. "Since I started dating a hockey player." I reply without missing a beat. My reply is made to annoy him,or I hope it does. "Dating." He says it like it's some twisted joke. "Is that what we're calling it?" My heart skips. Why is he talking like he knows something others don't?

Have fun but not too much. Have a good read. Read with caution. Anna was my best friend. She lived across the street with her sexy brother, Reid. I’ve known Anna since kindergarten even though she doesn’t know I have a huge crush on her brother Reid. Reid was a hockey player who had a hot body. He would always come back sweaty and would hop into the shower. I most times imagined what he looked like without the clothes.

“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.

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

She nods. “Always gets me, my heart is racing like crazy. Yours?” she asks. “So fast, honestly, I thought basketball which I usually cover was exciting but honestly, hockey is pure adrenalin.” This makes her laugh. “You can say that again, wait, he’s got the puck. Did you see Hawk’s play? That man is good.” Do I detect a bit of a liking for Alex’s wingman? “Are you and Hawk together?” She laughs at my question but does blush.

"I'm a good business man Craig, and they're my investments." They both of them laughed like it was the funniest joke ever. I fixed a smile on my face, while at my side, Hunter just looked irritated. He wasn't familiar with any of these, but I had no doubt that with time, he'd acclimatize to this pretentious foolery. "I know right." Helena piped up, snatching a champagne flute off the tray of a passing waiter. “Hunter has always loved hockey, but he’s smart enough to think beyond it.”

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”