Gay Hockey Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Daisy has always been an only child since she could remember. When her mother remarries, she's distraught to learn that her mother's new husband also has a son of his own. Gabriel. Young. Hot. Eighteen. Two years her junior. They're both instantly attracted to each other, but can they both work out? What would their parents think? Would Daisy be able to live down the scrutiny? ----------------------------- 1 - Daisy. “Daisy, you’re going to have to get your head in the game.” I had just had a softball whiz by my face going at probably 100 miles an hour. That might’ve been an exaggeration, but it sure the hell felt that way.

The locker room of the New York Glaciers smelled like wintergreen, expensive cologne, and male sweat. To most fans, this was the smell of victory. To Oliver Hartley, it just smelled like forty thousand dollars of student debt. Oliver adjusted the strap of his heavy massage kit. He was twenty-three years old, with messy blonde curls that refused to stay flat and bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of mischief. But today, those eyes were tired. He had graduated top of his class in nursing, but nursing didn't pay enough to clear his loans fast. Being a massage assistant for a star hockey team did.

“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.

No wonder his grandfather treated him that way. Rhea also met Lucas’s friends, who were all openly gay. Despite being handsome and stylish, they were proud of who they were. The first three she met were Nicholas, who preferred to be called Nicole; Rudy James, also known as Ruffa; and Khael, or Kaley. According to Lucas, there were five of them in total, but one was abroad on a business trip. Watching them, Rhea could not help but think how much times had changed. Even men as attractive as they preferred other men. At this rate, the country might run out of good genes, she thought wryly.

Speaking of pucks, I immediately remembered Riven, and the fact that I actually had pucks to pick for the next two practices. “But I do love history. I mean, what's there not to love?” Grey said, tilting his head to the side. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Dude, you are smart, and intelligent. You love history, you’re a medic, you passed your bloodline class with ease and you are good with shifters. You are a bookworm.” I paused, clapping my chest softly. “I am Skyler Gale. I’m not a smart ass. I'm just good at playing hockey. Going to classes is a price I must pay to play the game.”

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

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.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

Dark Romance!!! Warning! 18+ only. This book contains a lot of mature contents, strictly not for under age. If you’re not 18 or over do not open. I repeat do not open. Dont say I didn’t warn you, if you’re opening it, you might want to close your doors. This book contains steamy sex stories that will have your legs quivering and wanting his long third leg plunged between your sweet long legs or your dick hard wanting a warm feminine spot. Have fun but not too much.

Nothing about me thinking of Wade Scott was romantic. Okay, sure. I was thinking of him. I was thinking of how to dodge him until I never had to see him again. Not even his shadow. I was thinking of ways to disappear, somewhere I would never hear his name, never read it, never. The halls emptied out as five pm hit. Students left. Only athletes stayed behind. And of course, the hockey team was still on the ice, acting like practice was life or death. We passed the hockey building, and the air shifted. The sound of skates cut through everything. We paused, and I could not stop myself from looking in.