Book Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”

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

My phone buzzed again—this time a call. Aunt Kate. I answered immediately. “Hello, Aunt Kateee!” “How’s my favorite niece doing?” “I’m great. I actually met my second mate.” “What?” she yelled. “When did this happen?” “Like… three days ago.” “That’s amazing! Who is he?” “Um. Hades Deolle. School hockey player. Total playboy,” I sighed. “What did he say when he saw you?” “Nothing. He was at the rink about to play, and I left. I don’t want anything to do with a playboy.” I scoffed. “I’m sure he’s fucking someone right now.”

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

Oliver stood under the hot, white spotlight. The bright light burned his eyes. He stared at the tall man holding his hand. The truth hit him like a heavy, cold rock. Alexander Whitman. The famous hockey captain. The man who fucked him so hard in the hotel pool. He was actually a Montgomery. He was the son of the enemy. Oliver pulled his hand back. He pulled very hard. Alexander’s fingers were strong, but Oliver ripped his hand away. The skin on Oliver’s wrist burned red from the tight grip.

As his biological heart swelled with a massive wave of emotion, his intellect instantly integrated two distinct realizations: happily-ever-after parameters did actively exist for his independent life path, and the primary plotline for his upcoming hot hockey romance manuscript was going to operate as a deeply personal, autobiographical file. "Deliver full verbal confirmation," the alpha rasped from the ice. Val dropped his own knees directly onto the frozen surface, and Finn immediately wrapped his powerful arms around his chassis to pull his frame tight against his chest. "My system demands a singular condition," Val murmured against his ear. "Oh, your soft strength is actively introducing

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

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.