Hockey Romance Books Novels & Stories

He just runs his hands through my hair, like he's a little helpless dog that needs help. “It tends to be uncomfortable, huh?” He tells me, raising an eyebrow. I nod my head sadly, so he just let me fall to the ground. It was obvious that it was extremely cold, so I started screaming, while he just laughed at me. “The ground is frozen. “I tell him trembling. He grabs me tightly and takes me to bed again, where he kisses me passionately; His lips are so fleshy that when I feel them on me, I feel in heaven. His hands pass all over my body, remembering that he can love me, even if it is for a few hours. I wasn't at all disappointed with what was happening I feel completely good doing this.

Ryan's mother slowly folded her napkin before placing it neatly beside her plate. Then she turned toward her son.."Ryan, I don't understand." Her voice remained calm, almost gentle. "You're an Alpha, you're one of the most celebrated hockey players in the country, and people like you don't simply choose a partner. Every woman who stands beside you becomes a reflection of your name." She looked at me briefly before returning her attention to Ryan..“Marrying an ordinary girl with no pack, no title, and no influence will only bring you down."

"It depends. Are you going to ambush me with more good questions if I say yes?" "Guaranteed." "Then yes. It's an invitation." That became the pattern for the rest of the week, late nights in restaurants neither of us could pronounce the names of, him occasionally going quiet whenever I asked about home, family, anything before hockey, until I learned to just stop asking and let him tell me on his own time, which he never quite did. By the time the trial period was ending, I was completely, hopelessly in love with him, and some reckless part of me believed he felt the same.

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

her gaze drifted over me, and the slightest hint of smirk tugged at her lips, “fix you.” “May I remind you that I’m not broken, ice queen.” I decided to change the nickname since she had a huge problem with ‘princess.’ Besides, Ice Queen fit her so much better. “My hockey skills just need a little touch up, and after that I’ll become a pro.” “Ouu ice queen. I like that one.” Harper wiggled her brows at her. “A pleasure to meet you queen of the ice.” She bowed her head, drawing a low chuckle out of me.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

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

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.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."