Gay Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

Like he could blow me off in this courtyard. For a split second, Hayden’s face flashed in my mind. The way his voice cracked when he admitted he liked kissing me. The way he looked like he was fighting himself. I care about you but not enough to ruin my reputation. I pushed the thought away. “You’re bold,” I said instead. “Confidence looks good on me.” “Or stupidity.” He laughed. “Maybe, but you haven’t walked away yet. So it tells me that you also want your brains fucked out.”

My knees give out. The last thing I see before everything fades is the reflection of that message, glowing faintly in the mirror— and the knife sliding off the table, hitting the floor with a soft, chilling clink. Then, darkness. ⚠️ Warning: Like I mentioned before, this book is not for the faint of heart. It's Hunted, deeply disturbing content, including stalking, cold-blooded murder, obsession, intense erotic contents and the eerie symbolism of red roses and photographs left at every crime scene. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if you're ready for a dark, twisted ride.

Strong hands caught my waist before I could hit the floor. “Careful,” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “Do you always crash into strangers, or am I just lucky?” Heat rushed to my face. I quickly stepped back, avoiding his gaze. “S-sorry.” One corner of his mouth lifted into an annoyingly confident smirk. “Cute.” He murmured. Before I could figure out whether he was mocking me, he turned to the crowd. “Okay, Miss Tessy,” Ryder said smoothly. “The game is simple. You get to choose anyone here and kiss them for five minutes.”

"I hate how you make me feel." "I hate you too," I breathed back, pulling him closer, my hands sliding down to the small of his back. But it was a lie. We both knew it was a lie. You don't hold someone like they’re your last hope if you hate them. You don't risk your whole career for someone you hate. Jax moved his kisses to my jaw, then down to my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closing. For the first time in my life, I wasn't Liam Simpson, the NHL prospect. I was just a guy. And I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"Touchy subject. Got it. So is it daddy issues or new boyfriend issues? Because that look on your face screams 'man trouble.'" I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Why are you here, Ryan?" "Funny you should ask." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I got myself a hobby. Joined the NHL." I stared at him. Blinked. Stared some more. "I'm sorry, what?" "NHL, baby." He tapped the table twice. "Chicago Wolves. Just got called up." My brain tried to process this information and failed spectacularly.

he said, and nudged me, and suddenly I was much thirstier for the beer that I'd hardly touched. "You're gay?" Dylan asked, and although he didn't look disgusted, he did look very curious. I nodded stiffly and he sat up straight. "Wait, like you're *gay* gay?" "Yeah, he's gay you fuckwit, haven't you ever seen a gay guy before?" Dylan shook his head. My entire face glowed red. "Pity there ain't more gay kids on this campus" Hunter joked, squeezing the back of my neck, "less competition for us!"

“I’ll have a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream paired with some scones and jelly doughnuts with extra sugar coating please.” Something warm and irritating settled in my stomach immediately as my head snapped up, only to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes staring back at me and of course flashing with mischief. I stared at him, surprised, and it took me a moment to find my words as he had caught me off guard. “What are you doing here?” I hissed through clenched teeth, almost rumpling the menu in my hand. “I thought you had practice.” “Wow. Someone certainly sounds thrilled to see me,” Ryder Hayes stood at the other side of the counter with a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, and a g

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

Better than the rich kids who could buy their way back if they fucked up. And now this. Now Damien, with his smirks and his hands and his voice notes that made my stomach flip even when I hated him. Now Jax, showing up like some quiet hero who didn’t ask for anything. I couldn’t be poor and gay at the same time. Not in this world. Not in hockey. Everyone knew the stories , guys who came out, got dropped from teams, lost endorsements before they even started, became locker-room jokes or worse, became nothing at all.