Book About Hockey Player Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Adrian followed like he owned the place. Elliot reached for his shirt and pulled it off. "Playing hockey is my happiness, man. I won't let one man take it away because he thinks he knows what's best for me" he finished tossing the shirt aside. "You're right. It's actually not fair that he gets to decide what you want to do with your life" Adrian said quietly, lowering his gaze a little. "I can't even tell him I wanna play hockey" Elliot looked at him properly now. "You wanna play hockey?"

Maya The deeper I moved into the documentary, the harder it became to separate hockey from everything surrounding it, because what had started as a redemption project built around one controversial captain had slowly transformed into a story about pressure, ambition, loyalty, identity, and the impossible weight carried by athletes who were expected to perform perfectly while millions of opinions waited to judge every mistake, and the more footage I reviewed, the more I realized that none of the strongest moments involved romance, publicity, or manufactured narratives, because the real story existed inside the locker room where cameras were rarely welcome and honesty only appeared when people

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

I knew he hooked up with randos in bars, but he was always clear about no repeats. He used to say that the guys on the team and hockey were all the connection he'd ever need, scoffing at the idea of settling down some day with a woman or even pursuing a deeper relationship with one. "I'm gonna go settle the tab." Neal rose to his feet. "You're cut off, Law." "I second that." I agreed. "You're going to be moving like a waddling duck on the ice tomorrow." "Bet I won't." He laughed. "I'll come with you." I told Neal as he began to leave.

“Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t disappear,” I told him calmly. “I left to pursue my dream.” “That’s the same thing!” Adrian shot back. Our mother raised her hand slightly. “Please—can we not start like this?” But no one listened. My father began. “You think hockey is a career worth building an empire on?” My jaw tightened. “It already is.” A cold laugh from Adrian. “Sports?” he said. “You’re betting your entire life on sports?”

The phone buzzed on my kitchen counter like a bomb going off at five in the morning. I grabbed it fast, still half asleep from the night skate with Kade. The headline on the sports blog hit me like a slap shot to the chest. "EXCLUSIVE: Blurred Photos Show Two Toronto Blades Players in Steamy Alley Kiss." The pictures were grainy and dark but you could make out two guys in team hoodies, bodies close, mouths locked. My heart slammed hard. I dialed Kade right away.

The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.