Book About Hockey Player Romance Novels & Stories

Zoey. My life was a complete mess after catching my boyfriend Orion Gritton, the star hockey player from Oakwood University cheating with a cheerleader. That alone would’ve been enough to wreck me. But getting dumped by him in front of the entire state during his big game? That was a new level of humiliation. All I wanted to do afterward was crawl under my blanket, disappear forever, and pretend none of it happened. But life doesn’t work like that. I had to get up eventually, had to step out of my tiny dorm room and face the world again.

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.

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

One headline appeared at the top of my screen, and my stomach dropped when I saw the words beside our photograph. SEVEN CALLOWAY AND MIKKA ROWAN: MORE THAN JUST HOCKEY? Another notification appeared before I could even open the first one. PHOTO OF SEVEN AND MIKKA SPARKS FRESH ROMANCE RUMORS. Mikka leaned closer, looking at my phone, and her face went pale. "It's already online?" I swallowed. "Yeah."

He looked at my face, his gaze tracking my eyes and dropping to my mouth before rising back up. ​Suddenly, he dropped his hockey stick. It clattered against the synthetic surface. ​He reached out and wrapped his large, heavy hands around my waist, pulling me a fraction of an inch closer to his broad chest. Because he was on skates, he was much taller than me, his massive frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. He used my body to anchor his weight, his grip tight and completely possessive. ​"Sasha," Rhys whispered, his voice dropping into a low, rough register. "If I lose the hockey career, everyone leaves. My friends, the fans, my family. They all leave when the lights go out."

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

"Seriously, don't let those country club snobs get to you. My life is a complete circus right now too. I'm currently hiding out here because I'm furious at my boyfriend. He's this giant, thick-skulled hockey player named Miller, and he thinks he can just ignore my texts for six hours because they're in 'heavy training lines' or whatever." My jaw literally dropped. The tissue in my hand crumpled as I stared at her in absolute, utter shock. "Wait. Miller? As in Miller, the defenseman?" Chloe paused, her coffee straw hovering near her lips as her eyes went wide. "Yeah. How do you know Miller?" "He's... he's Brayden's defensive partner on the ice," I stammered, the sheer coincidence of it making

Damien’s voice cut off abruptly. I turned around slowly. Damien stood in the doorway, his hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight as his gaze shifted from his father to me. The shock in his dark eyes lasted for only a fraction of a second before hardening into pure, unadulterated fury. Damien dropped his athletic bag to the floor with a heavy thud. He marched into the room, closing the distance between us until he was towering over me, invading my personal space.