Hockey Romance Books Series Novelas e Histórias

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

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.

It was like some bad YA romance movie or novel where the romantic leads steal glances but only when the other isn’t looking. I rolled my eyes, getting out to hurry to open Cassidy’s door before she could. It’s become a game since I started picking her up. All to see who can open the passenger door first. It’s a fun game. Cassidy pretends to be pissed that I open her door like a gentleman. I grin because I know that she secretly loves that I do little things like that under that gruff exterior. I’m proud to say I have been winning. Why am I using the past tense? Because as I rush around the front of my car, my boot hits a patch of ice, and I fall back on my ass.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

"How can I ever repay you?" ​A dark, unreadable expression crossed Ethan's face. He stepped closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. ​"You'll know soon enough," he murmured. ​Before I could process his words, his sleek black sports car pulled up to the curb. Ethan gave me one last, lingering look, slid into the back seat, and the car sped away into the night. ​I'll know soon enough? What on earth did that mean? ​"Well, girl, that was a beautiful game," Janice said, bursting into a chuckle the second his car vanished. "I absolutely loved the look on Cole's face when he saw you with a literal NHL star. God, if only he was truly your boyfriend."

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.