Hockey Romance Books Spicy Novels & Stories

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

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.

His other hand grabs onto Dylan’s hip and pulls him closer. “you can’t possibly think that a connection to the NHL would change anything about how I feel for you.” “stop thinking with your dick and use that tiny hockey player brain of yours to realize that being with me means everything that everyone in your life wants for you, goes away. when someone like James could easily just take my place and you get that life you’ve worked for” Andre laughs a soft little rumble out of his throat before he kisses Dylan roughly thumb digging beneath his chin and holding him in place where he wants him, smiling into the kiss when Dylan just melts, falling so beautifully pliant when Andre opens him up.

Quickie nudges her again and then pulls her arm forward in an attempt to prompt her to shake my hand. I look at her hand, nod my head in acknowledgement, but don't shake it. It's obvious that she feels uncomfortable and I don't touch any woman that doesn't want to be touched, even something so innocent as a handshake. “I go by Candy,” she finally says. “She really likes hockey,” Quickie interrupts before I can say anything. “Hockey players,” Candy corrects. “And hockey coaches, too. Right, Candice?” shoots back Quickie, emphasizing the name difference. Oh, this is not really happening, is it?

Hunter could do whatever he wanted. It wasn't like he had an upcoming game or anything. He could party all night long with the same asshole that put him in danger that night. I didn't give a fu_ And then I saw him. All the breath was knocked out of my lungs. Hunter was sitting in a booth at the back, legs spread out before him, and seated astride his lap was a curvy woman with dyed purple hair and full sleeve of tattoos. The woman was grinding on his lap, his fingers cupping the back of her head while their mouths moved over each others. The kiss was hot and dirty, and it looked like they were going to need a room soon. I tore my gaze away as a burn spread over my chest.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

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.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Allie groaned, kicking the door shut behind her with her heel. She dropped the books onto her desk with a heavy thud and tossed one of the coffees onto my bed. "I got you an oat milk latte. You look like you need the caffeine, and you look like you haven't slept since Tuesday." Allie was a breath of fresh, aggressively normal air. She was a twenty-year-old nursing student who knew absolutely nothing about the brutal politics of college hockey, the toxic locker room culture, or the fact that my boyfriend had just killed a man in the woods.