Best Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

I don’t add the part where I’ll fight tooth and nail to make sure I don’t fall in love with Vancouver’s hottest hockey player. Because my new rule is simple: don’t fall in love with Harlan Rousseau. I hope my heart gets the memo.

Sebastian said. Damian almost smiled. "I'm a hockey player. Romance isn't my strong suit." "Your strong suit is checking people into boards." "And scoring goals." "And looking good in a jersey." "And—" Damian stopped. He looked at Sebastian. At the man who had made a blood oath on his father's grave. At the man who had taught an eight-year-old how to stand up. At the man who had held him in an abandoned rink while he fell apart. "I love you," Damian said. "I want to marry you because I love you. The hockey is just a bonus."

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

“I have never seen you this happy and fulfilled Kavrian. You love hockey. You want it more than anything. I can feel it. Heck, as crazy as it sounds, you actually like your teammates You have found your home Kavrian and it will be sad to let marriage ruin it. You can get married later, but not now.” Kavrian didn't speak immediately, he just stared at me. With an expression I couldn't name. As if he were thanking the moon goddess for giving him someone like me. As if he couldn't believe that someone could read and understand him so well. He finally spoke, cupping my cheeks. “No one, not even my mother has cared about what I truly want. But you Glinda, you care, you saw it all before I could e

I waited a few minutes before excused myself too, running straight back upstairs to my safe space. When I was finally alone in my suite, I pulled out my laptop and curled up on the bed. I started watching old hockey videos on YouTube because it was literally my only escape from reality right now. I watched Raxon's greatest games from years ago, back when he was the king of the ice. I sat there watching him glide across the rink, feeling a weird ache deep in my chest. I remembered why I fell in love with him in the first place, before all the toxic family secrets ruined him. He was just so talented and fierce whenever he wore that jersey.

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

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

He didn't hurt me, but the silent command in his touch was absolute. Don't move, his grip told me. I cut my eyes toward him, my chest heaving as I stared at his profile. Roman wasn't looking at me. He was looking straight ahead, casually listening to Zane drone on about a missed penalty in the second period. His face was a mask of absolute, relaxed calm. He looked like the arrogant, unbothered hockey star the media loved. But beneath the table, his hand was alive.

Someone in the row behind us spilled popcorn everywhere. "Hockey is just violence with ice skates," Elena announced. "That's the point." "The point is stupid." I smiled. And despite myself, I started watching. Not the game. Him. Garrett was easy to find. Number seventeen. Dark jersey that complimented his smooth dark skin. That broad-shouldered, no-nonsense way of moving that made everyone else look like they were guessing. He didn't chase the puck. He anticipated it. Like he'd decided the outcome before the first drop.