Book About Hockey Player Romance Novels & Stories

​An hour later, he was waiting for me just outside the dining hall. ​"You sure took your time," he said as he walked over. ​"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. ​He took my hands in his, and I felt that strange warmth return. He led me toward the athlete's wing of the cafeteria, a territory I usually avoided like the plague. Ryan didn't stop until we reached the long table where the rest of the hockey team sat. ​The chatter died instantly. ​"Whoa, Cap," one of the guys, a massive defenseman named Miller, whistled low. "Since when do you do relationships? I thought you were 'married to the game.'"

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

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 know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?” I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose myself. The way he’d whispered things only my Dom should whisper. The way his seed had spilled inside me and how, for one terrifying second afterward, I’d thought—what if? But I shoved it down, tightening my grip on my bag. Rhett Voss wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my Dom. My patient. The famous ice hockey player the whole damn city fawned over. A man fifteen years younger than me. Normal didn’t exist for us.

Her gaze flicked briefly to Ryder, and she saw the approval and the possessiveness glinting there. The locker room emptied gradually, players leaving with chatter and laughter, leaving the two of them in the quiet space. Ryder’s hand found hers, a light grip. “No one can know about last night,” he whispered. “But I need to know you are mine when I look for you.” Her heart raced, “I know.” A slow smirk touched his lips. “Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing you.” Her thoughts flashed through each man—Jace, Luka, Kai. All pulling toward her in their own ways. All complicated. But Ryder’s pull was the strongest, fierce and dangerous.

So I’d left before dawn, slipping out while she slept, determined to cut her out of my life. My stick slammed a puck into the net, the impact jarring my arms. Sweat dripped down my jaw, my chest heaving. I’d come to the rink to escape, to drown her out with the burn of muscle and the sting of cold. But those eyes—those damned hazel eyes—clung to me, pulling me back to her. She was the reason my name was trending for all the wrong reasons, the reason my father wanted me off the ice and into the family’s real estate empire, married to Sophia Lang, some polished heiress I didn’t give a damn about.

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

And I felt something snap inside me. I've been trying. God, I'd been trying so hard to accept that she was his. That I'd lost her. That I deserved to lose her because of what I'd done. But watching him look at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world, watching him play better because she was watching….. I couldn't take it anymore. The puck was in my possession. Three minutes left in the game. Crestwood down by one. This was supposed to be our moment. Garrett's and mine. Two alphas playing together, showing the other packs what we were capable of.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

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.