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He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec

Blurb: I wasn’t supposed to want him. Kai Mercer is the golden boy of the university hockey team, disciplined, untouchable, and completely off-limits. He’s also my stepbrother. For years, we’ve lived under the same roof, pretending the tension between us doesn’t exist. I’ve spent too many nights forcing myself to look away, to ignore the way my pulse stutters when he’s near. But pretending only works for so long. After my boyfriend betrays me, something inside me finally snaps. I stop holding back. I stop being the quiet, easy girl everyone expects me to be. And once I let myself want Kai, there’s no going back.

“One bonfire. One night. If you hate it, I’ll personally drive you back to the rink and let you throw pucks at me for revenge.” I bit my lip to keep from smiling too big. “Tempting. But only if you promise no more winking. It’s weaponized.” “No promises,” he said, eyes sparkling. “But deal on the rest.” We walked back to his truck under a sky full of stars that looked sharper up here, no city lights to dull them. He opened my door again—gentleman hockey player, apparently—and when I slid in, our hands brushed. Just for a second. Electricity. The kind you read about in the books I swore I only read for the dragons.

If you enjoy watching people go from enemies to fuck buddies and then lovers, this is for you. “I wish you died on that ice.” Eli spat as he staggered out of the room. Eli had been bullied through high school and had carried the hurt to adulthood, spending thousands on therapy. He finally had a job he loved and his life was going perfect until Adam Payne showed up as his patient. Adam had led the group that bullied him in high school. Eli refused to treat him but his job was threatened so he reluctantly agreed. What happens when the man he hates is now the reason for a bulge in his pants? What next when this man has to choose between him and his career? Is their love worth

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Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

His fingers were burning hot, locking over my pulse point with firm, possessive strength. The contact grounded me in a way nothing else could. All the noise from the arena suddenly felt far away. My defenses, built over months of keeping our relationship buried beneath team rivalries and league politics, cracked completely. The image of the fan hurling a steel bottle at Noah’s head flashed through my mind, followed by the memory of Jax charging across the ice to defend me. “Jax...” I breathed, my dark eyes lifting to meet his. *** He did not give me time to think.

” A pair of strong hands caught my arms before I could bounce backward. “Are you lost, love?” I looked up. He was tall—the kind of height that came with playing center, built broad through the shoulders and chest in the way that hockey did to people if they’d stuck with it long enough. His dark hair pushed back from his forehead like it had been pushed back many times tonight, with a finely carved jawline. I registered his hands on my arms—they were light but there. And I knew that face, not from here. I knew it from two seasons ago, across the ice—game five of the regional semifinals. Harlow versus Westbrook. I’d watched that face score three goals in the third period like he was personally

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.