Hockey Romance Book Series Novels & Stories

"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.

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

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.

“You might fall recklessly in love with me.” Her eyes narrow. Her jaw clenches as she strides toward me, stabbing her index finger at my chest. “Listen to me,” she hisses. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but being a hockey star in the NHL isn’t enough to make me fall for you. So get that fantasy out of your oversized head.” “Ohh,” I grin wider, loving how worked up she is. “I don’t think you’ll fall for me, Lucy. I know you will. And I’m just saving you the heartbreak of falling for someone who’ll never feel the same way.”

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”

He looked far too pleased with himself as I leaned closer, and for a second everything else disappeared again. I was just about to close the distance when the door suddenly burst open. “Malakai!” I jumped back so quickly that I nearly hit the chair. “What the—” A wave of voices flooded the room, followed by several pairs of shoes against the floor. I cursed under my breath and turned toward the doorway. The entire hockey team seemed to have decided that now was the perfect time to invade the hospital room. Ronan was the first one through. “Bro!” He rushed straight toward Malakai's bed, nearly knocking over a chair in the process.

She’d been trying to get into it earlier, but little had gone in, and now she’d lost her place too. ‘Bonkbuster’ would describe it more accurately, she thought, flicking the pages for clues. As she recalled, Dominic somebody had been raking hot, hungry eyes over Cara. And here he was on page forty-three, doing exactly the same with Natalya! Boy, this chap got about a bit. His hypnotic, dangerous drawl made her legs buckle. ‘Show me your breasts, Natalya. Undo your blouse.’ Don't you dare! The bastard's just been bonking your stepsister! And very possibly your stepmother and your voluptuous Puerto Rican nanny too.

This is the AU version of Winter's Mate: Fated On Ice without the werewolf element! And it's book 3 of the Keepers Series—the other couples from books 1 and 2 will definitely make a cameo. I hope you like this book as much as I enjoy writing it :) I've been meaning to write a chaotic FMC, so this is it. *** 1 Rosie “You bloody cheating bastard!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping Mia’s little hand tightly for support as I swallowed hard to hide my sheer nervousness.

“I’m offering to stand next to you.” “That’s the same thing.” “It’s not,” he says quietly. “Using is empty. Standing is intentional.” My heart pounds. “This is a bad idea,” I murmur. “Most honest things are.” Before I can answer, my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a picture. Ryan. With her. Her hand on his chest. His smile was wide. My chest aches. “He moved on fast,” Alex says flatly. “I guess it didn't matter,” I whisper.