Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Least ways growing up they were, now Dario is not so close with them. “A romance book, fake dating. She is a photographer brought in to the hockey team to cover them on and off the ice. They don’t like each other but their feelings will evolve.” I fold my arms in front of my chest, my nipples erect and budding wanting him to stretch out his arm and touch me with those big, masculine hands of his. “Ah, so like us then. This is called enemies to lovers is it not?” “What do you know about books?” “You have seen my library. You need to relax Lucky. Trust me you will find this all much easier if you give into your body. Let me show you how to feel like a proper woman should feel.”

"I watched you eat a seven-inch sub sandwich in one bite, Jer," Niko teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he guided his thick shaft into my mouth. "This won't be a problem for you." I shook my head, gagging slightly as he thrust. Nope... not a problem I couldn't handle. Jeremy Jacobson is the weakest link on the Westbrook University hockey team, he’s timid, insecure, and trapped in a toxic, hidden relationship with the team’s golden-boy captain, Axel Carter—the same guy who used to bully him and now completely owns him. But the game changes when Niko Archer storms into his life. Niko is everything Axel isn't: an openly gay former captain, a self-proclaimed bad boy, and exceptionally g

I said in pain. He was quiet for a second. "Can I be honest with you? I feel like I don't actually know anything about this guy, who is he exactly?" I took a breath because I knew how this was going to sound. "His name is Marcus." Corbin paused. Something shifted behind his eyes. "Wait, Marcus as in the hockey captain?" I looked at him with my best impression of mild surprise, like I hadn't absolutely known he was going to recognize the name. He shook his head. "Sydney, I am on the same campus as you, and I am the basketball captain. How did you think I wasn't going to know who the hockey captain is?"

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I raise an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk as I reply, "Yes, I wanted to ask you if you were interested–" I stand there, arms crossed, watching as the hockey player who once gave me that broken stick saunters over. His helmet is off now, revealing a pretty remarkable face – brown eyes, brown hair, dazzling smile, tall and broad-shouldered. Handsome. He extends his hand, "Adam Henderson.” I don't bother shaking it. Instead, I cut straight to the chase. "Anyways, I wanted to ask if you’d mind running a friendly scrimmage with WB tomorrow?" I say, barely concealing my hatred for them.

“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.”

“Then, don’t get caught.” The bump on his neck moved as he swallowed. “If you get caught, we won’t exact the Alpha’s wrath even if he’s your father.” The reason I was going into the hockey team was to win, but when I reached Maxton College, it was Cameron Vaughan waving at me with a smile, the most sexy smile I have ever seen on his face. Or maybe I was the one hallucinating about it, but Cameron was sinfully handsome. The moment he narrowed his head at me, I had to check myself, I slapped my cheek for smiling so hard at him, and the pants.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

He just watches me with that amused expression. “Let’s go out sometime,” he says casually. I stare at him. “You’re joking.” “No.” “You’re the captain of a professional hockey team.” “And?” “And I don’t date hockey players.” His eyebrow lifts slightly. “You dated one.” “That was a mistake.” His expression shifts slightly. Then his voice lowers. “About Luca.” My chest tightens. “Please don’t.” He studies me carefully. “I can talk to the coach,” he says quietly. “We can assign him to another physio.”

He fell back onto the pillows, resting the back of his palm over his eyes, his lips turned down in a dramatic, grumpy pout. Valeria couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him. The terrifying, world famous Ice King of professional hockey was lying there looking so completely defeated, all because of one woman. Smiling softly, Valeria moved. She climbed directly on top of his broad chest, straddling his waist, and began placing soft, sweet pecks all over his jawline, cheeks, and lips to loosen up his moody face. "Come on, sulky boy," she persuaded gently, looking down into his dark eyes. "It's not like we aren't going to see each other! I'll come over every single weekend, and we can go on