Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s… Ryder Hayes.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “The hockey player?” “That’s him.” I traced the edge of the table with my finger. “He keeps asking me to help him. Says he needs me.” “What kind of help?” “Tutoring. Kind of.” I hesitated, then added, “And… he wants me to be his fake girlfriend.” Mom’s knife paused mid-chop. “Fake girlfriend?” “Yeah. It’s stupid. But he says if I agree, it’ll help both of us. I’d get the scholarship I want, he’d fix his reputation.”

“Don't worry, my love isn’t for sale. There’s only one stakeholder and I don’t see him releasing shares anytime soon.” Dylan’s jaw drops before he nudges Andre in the side with the foot that’s still exposed, “so the hockey player has a brain after all?” “Of course I do.” He finishes lacing the other skate before standing up and using his hands to guide Dylan to his feet. “just gotta keep my baby on his toes.” Dylan just paces back and forth in the small space between the bench and the wall as Andre gets himself ready too. Watch the way his boyfriend plants hands on his hips with a cocky smirk, “I dunno, I have a feeling I’m going to be really good at this.”

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

I am still the captain of this ice. Two more rogues jumped onto the ice, their faces twisting into furious snarls. They did not like being embarrassed by a human. They charged at Holden at the same time, running fast across the wet surface. Holden did not freeze up. He used his sports training, shifting his weight and spinning to the left just as the first rogue lunged. The monster flew past him, sliding uselessly into the boards. Before the second rogue could grab him, Holden brought the hockey stick down hard, slamming the thick wooden blade right into the rogue’s knee.

“We’re something. You let me tattoo you. You called me daddy last night. That’s pretty official in my book.” “Shut up, I was dick-drunk and you know it,” I snapped, face burning as I leaned down to kiss him hard to make him stop talking. Our mouths moved together messy, tongues sliding, and I kept arguing between kisses. “I’m still playing hockey. End of discussion. You can be jealous all you want but I’m not quitting for you.” “Fine, play your little games,” he muttered against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “But this ass is still mine when you get home.”

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

Against the Ice Beckett Hayes is a star hockey player with one goal: win the scholarship that could change his future. Then there's Aitor Valdez—the one player Beck has never been able to stand. For years, they've been bitter rivals, constantly pushing each other's buttons on and off the ice. But when graduation finally separates them, they think they've seen the last of each other. Until they end up at the same college. One unexpected encounter changes everything, and suddenly the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. How long can they keep pretending there's nothing between them?

My chest sank. “Jace is falling on and off the ice during training. He’s barely standing! I just Cash Apped your balance. Congratulations to me and my team in advance; we are winning this game.” I dropped the phone, my stomach lurching. My breath caught in my throat. “Oh God… no, no, no…” Bree’s eyes followed my gaze to the TV, which had flickered to life in the living room. The screen showed flashing headlines: “Hockey Star Jace Harrington Passes Out on the Ice!”

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.