Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance Book Series

The sight of these four hockey giants—men who had body-checked opponents into the boards and fought through seasons of grueling violence—trying to navigate the delicate art of pocket squares and boutonnières was pure magic. Knox was currently trying to pin a yellow sunflower onto Dmitri’s lapel. Dmitri, the stoic Russian enforcer, was standing perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides as if he were guarding a goal post. "It is a flower, Knox," Dmitri said in his thick, gravelly voice. "It is not a puck. Do not hit it." Jax looked up and saw me. The way his face changed—the way his expression instantly softened, shifting from playful camaraderie to a look of such profound, quiet

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

Tamara’s POV Hockey practice on Monday was like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I didn’t mean to go. I told myself I was just walking to the rink to grab a textbook Elena had left there after the game. That was the lie I told myself, and I almost believed it until I found myself standing in the bleachers with my backpack slung over one shoulder, watching them warm up.

Cody is keeping the honeymoon a big surprise but whatever he has planned I know I will absolutely love. Luna is sitting outside reading a book on the love seat swing, she looks serene and gentle as I hang laundry. Cody and I arrived back last night from Aspen where they won too. Now Austin is within a chance of qualifying for the Stanley Cup. It’s so exciting because if Cody can make it happen for the team to win again, it’ll be two years in a row that he’ll have made it happen for his respective teams. No pressure on him then. “You want a hand with that?” She asks me glancing up from her romance, I lent her a Laurent Asher book from the Dreamland Billionaire series and she is literally eati

It was filthy, slightly gross, but so unbelievably hot that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Ryder leaned up over me, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn't care—I kissed him back with desperate intensity, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He rolled us over to the other side of his massive king-sized bed. “Come here,” he murmured softly, gripping the hem of his hockey jersey. He pulled the shirt up over my head, leaving my bare breasts completely exposed to his heavy gaze. I didn't even feel embarrassed—my mind was still swimming in the aftermath of my climax.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to Emperor Wolves Restaurant. Can I please take your orders?” Rylan grits his teeth, still confused about why she is working here. Of course, he is not aware of everything that has happened. He has skipped college and even ice hockey practice to get over his heartbreak and also start preparing for the wedding. He has been busy, which has been helpful for him because the exhaustion keeps his mind distracted.

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

She mumbled to herself. “Do the guys have issues every season?” I asked nonchalantly, “Oh yes. Liam most times gets into scandals with women that he's dating, and he's surprisingly quiet this season. And then some of the guys too. But never Mason.” She said in a tone that made me know that she was down talking as she stared into her system. Scandals with women. I never knew about that. Probably because I distanced myself from hockey when I went to university at first. Not wanting to see what dad was doing. So, I might not exactly have seen the news.