Hockey Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I am greeted by the players as I make way through the stench. While fumbling, to get my key in the lock, Alfie questions “Is that what you're wearing tonight to have dinner with my mom.” “You do mean dinner with you and your mom, right?” I ask hesitantly. These boys and their attempts to set me up this summer have got me riled up. Let’s just say Candy wasn’t the last puck bunny that Quickie brought by. I had the unique pleasure to see the disappointment in the eyes of Tiffany, Foxy, Bambi, just to name a few. Even Kingston “King”, my left defenseman from Russia, brought over his 60-something year old aunt in an attempt to ‘save me from the single life’. She was nice enough and damn, her

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

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

The press conference room was packed university officials, reporters, NHL scouts in the back row watching Declan carefully. The athletic director gave us one final warning look before we took our seats at the front table. Declan reached over and laced our fingers together on the table. To the audience, it looked loving. Only I could feel how tightly he was gripping me. It was a silent reminder. The questions started easy. “How does it feel to turn rivalry into romance?” We gave the scripted answer. “The Vegas fight made us realize the passion was real. We eloped in the heat of the moment. We’re happier than ever.”

"Oh honey, you should see the drama playing out in our waiting room. Every single day, like clockwork, two very handsome young men show up to see you. And let me tell you, there's been some tension." My heart started beating faster, and the monitor beside me began beeping more rapidly. "Two men?" "Jaxon Cross, that's the ice hockey player, tall and blonde with the most gorgeous blue eyes. Then there's Professor Ronan, dark hair, green eyes, looks like he stepped out of some romance novel." Patty fanned herself dramatically. "Thank goodness, that man is fine." Even in my weakened state, heat flooded my cheeks. The feelings I'd had for both of them in my dreams felt incredibly real. Too real.

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

I grinned, "That right there's what I love about hockey...suck that dick...suck it...get it all rock hard for your ass!" Turned on by his sexy moans and gurgles, I started humping his face, "Mmmm...guh...guh...uhhhh...guh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...mmmm!" After another round of face-fucking, I pulled out and let my hunky, hockey-buddy catch his breath; he grinned, "Mmmm...love it when a cock takes my breath away like that." My cock stiffened with his remark, but then he punctuated it with one more long, sensuous trip down the shaft, as I moaned, "Fuccccccck!"

As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me. “Ace Huxley!” I screamed. He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me. “Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?” “Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”

"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.