Novel & Cerita Best Mm Hockey Romance

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.

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

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

Liam sat beside him, lifting a foam puck gently into the air and letting it drop again. “Boom puck.” Jake glanced back at them while driving. “You two are going to give the entire supernatural world a headache.” Alex smiled faintly from the passenger seat. “They already have.” Back at the Cabin When they reached the cabin outside Vancouver, the forest was silent except for the crunch of snow under their boots. Brody stepped out of another truck behind them. “Well,” he said, stretching his shoulders, “that was the weirdest hockey game I’ve ever attended.” Jake smirked.

Damian scoffed a wide smile visible on his face he loved the insult I threw his way the rumours were true this man was sick as well as unstable it was hard to rile him up. "I thought my relationship life was a secret. You actually hurt me by pointing that out," he replied. "I mean what's not to love about Damian Russo?" Damian bragged. "Those ladies are missing. Do you think you can give me some relationship advice, since you are getting married to that beautiful lady? What's her name again?" Damian scratched his slightly tousled hair, then snapped his fingers as it he had a eureka moment. "Mia Moretti. Beautiful name for a lovely lady."

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

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.

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He pauses, letting his gaze sweep my face with the kind of appreciative assessment that manages to feel complimentary rather than invasive. "I have to admit, I didn't think I'd actually run into you here. Skating world's big, but apparently not as big as we thought." Americus is practically vibrating beside us, her excitement at witnessing what she clearly interprets as a romantic meet cute barely contained. "See? I told you that you're already famous on campus! Everyone wants to know about the mysterious figure skating transfer." I shoot my roommate a warning look, but Weston just chuckles with apparent delight, his eyes never leaving my face with an intensity that feels both flattering and