Novel & Cerita Hockey Player Books

HUNTER “You fine” He said as he placed his big hard dick into my asshole I closed my eyes and winced in pain, then he started to ride me, but it was still not the same, nothing was, after him, the man who ruined my life into pieces I had quit hockey and all that I couldn’t even train for the Olympics properly. Anyway…. It’s been four years and I still couldn’t move on It’s been four years, and am married to Jeremy and have a grown ass son

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.

"The pixie cut suits you. Makes you look fierce. And after everything with Ryan? Good for you for moving on. You deserve better than that guy." I smiled, taking a sip of water. "Thanks. It feels good to finally do something for me. No more waiting around for someone to choose me." He nodded with eyes sparkling. "That's the spirit. On the ice we always say the best players are the ones who create their own chances. Sounds like you're doing the same off the ice." The conversation flowed easy. He told me how he got into the winger position in the first place.

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

I do not love hockey. I love figure skating, which I have done since I was four years old, which is how I ended up at Harlow on an athletic scholarship, which is also and this is the part nobody tells you at recruitment visits why I have complicated feelings about hockey players specifically. Hockey players share our ice. Hockey players have, on three documented occasions this semester alone, left ruts in the resurface pattern that my coach describes using language I won't repeat. Hockey players operate on the assumption that the rink is primarily theirs with figure skating as a polite inconvenience scheduled around them. I am not biased. I am informed.

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?”

Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked. By morning, the morning paper arrived and you won't believe the headlines : “STAR HOCKEY PLAYER ACCEPTS GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANCY.” Someone should just kill me.

“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.

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

“And Grandpapa loved hockey just like Daddy Alex and Daddy Dominic and Daddy Liam.” My professional hockey career reached heights I never imagined possible. The endorsement deals and sponsorships have made us financially secure beyond anything I dreamed of as an orphaned teenager. But more importantly, my success has given me a platform to speak about family, resilience, and the importance of chosen family. I’ve written two books about my experiences, one autobiography and one guide for young athletes facing adversity. Both became bestsellers, with proceeds going to organizations that support orphaned children and supernatural youth who need guidance.