Hockey Romance Books Spicy Novels & Stories

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

“I did research before coming here, and they're famous for their devils springs.” I glanced at the tiny glass. "There's a reason they serve it in that size." His smile widened."That bad?" "Depends on whether you're trying to enjoy your evening or set your throat on fire." That earned a laugh from him. I could feel the hotness of his breath against my skin, it was enticing as well as his cologne. Wrapping me in a desire that I didn't know I had before, I want to take this man home and let him fuck me as he wants.

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

MY ROOMMATE ii Bella smiled against my lips, knowing she had me. She kissed me again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against mine in slow, filthy strokes that made my head spin. I moaned into her mouth, my hands fisting in her hair as heat flooded my body. She tasted like sin and cherries, and I was drowning in it.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s not my preferred drink, I am more a whisky man or a strong scotch but for Roxy I want to spoil her with the finest champagne. “This is true,” she says tilting her head exposing that long, lean neck of hers. It’s perfectly ready for me to bite her and mark her. I must hold off. Roxy has to be ready for me. She has to be ready to take on the role of the Alpha’s mate and that won’t be an easy task. But I am a patient man. Hockey players are renowned for being patient men. We have to be. All the time on the ice, the practice, the drills, the endless gym sessions, waiting to get the puck. It takes focus, determination, grit and patience above all.

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

And then I feel it, swallowing me whole. Something wild pulls low in my chest, like a thread tightening somewhere deep in my ribs. Like my wolf just woke up and I don’t know why. I feel the blood drain from my face and my wolf go still. “Madison?” Adrian says quietly. “I’m fine,” I say, but I’m not listening to him anymore. My pulse quickens, a silent acknowledgement inside that I know this feeling. I just haven’t felt it in ten years. Slowly, I turn my head and look across the bar. There’s a table in the back full of hockey players that catches my attention. They’re loud and laughing, leaning back in their chairs like they’re almost too important to even be here.