Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

Everything about him felt easy. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t hesitate. But he left. The moment he got the opportunity to become a hockey player, he chose it and left me behind. I remembered how broken I felt back then. How I cried for days, how I waited for him to come back, to explain, to say something that would make it hurt less. He never did. That was the moment I started hating hockey. Because to me, it took my love away. I almost forgot Duke was standing there until I felt his presence shift slightly beside me.

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

I groan. “You say something?” She turns with narrows eyes. “Nope, nothing.” Great, so she heard me groaning. Fuckingfantastic. “How about Taking A Shot At Love?” Immi stops in her tracks and puts her hands on those tiny, sexy hips of hers. “It’s a Hallmark movie. You are so fucking with me right now, aren’t you?” “Seriously, darlin’. I am not fucking with you. I love Hallmark movies. I always watch them. Just because I’m some big burly hockey player, doesn’t mean I don’t like a bit of romance.” Honestly, am I that bad?

He pulled me closer, kissing me slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. Ryan watched for a moment, then joined—lips on my neck, hand stroking my hair. "We love you," he whispered. "More than anything." "I love you both," I said, voice thick. "So much it scares me sometimes." Roy smiled against my lips. "Good kind of scared." We stayed like that for a long time—talking softly, sharing pieces of our hearts we'd held back before. Fears about the future, dreams for after hockey, promises to face whatever came next side by side.

Someone in the row behind us spilled popcorn everywhere. "Hockey is just violence with ice skates," Elena announced. "That's the point." "The point is stupid." I smiled. And despite myself, I started watching. Not the game. Him. Garrett was easy to find. Number seventeen. Dark jersey that complimented his smooth dark skin. That broad-shouldered, no-nonsense way of moving that made everyone else look like they were guessing. He didn't chase the puck. He anticipated it. Like he'd decided the outcome before the first drop.

“We’re something. You let me tattoo you. You called me daddy last night. That’s pretty official in my book.” “Shut up, I was dick-drunk and you know it,” I snapped, face burning as I leaned down to kiss him hard to make him stop talking. Our mouths moved together messy, tongues sliding, and I kept arguing between kisses. “I’m still playing hockey. End of discussion. You can be jealous all you want but I’m not quitting for you.” “Fine, play your little games,” he muttered against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “But this ass is still mine when you get home.”

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

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."

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.