Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

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.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

“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

He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

His mouth crashed into mine before I could even blink, the kiss so deep, so fiercely possessive that it tasted like the adrenaline we’d been running on all morning, mixed with the sudden, terrifying release of a pressure valve that had been screwed down too tight for weeks. I groaned against his lips, my hands automatically tearing at the collar of his hockey jersey, my fingers fumbling with the heavy laces and the thick fabric until I managed to bunch it up over his chest, wanting nothing more than to feel the solid, burning heat of his skin against mine without the barrier of the team colors between us.

The bond between us stayed steady even in the middle of the war. The sudden spark of our bond flared up my spine, a wave of sea salt cutting through the cold stadium air. Noah’s eyes met mine through his visor, burning with pure, unyielding devotion. "Nice try, Bennett," I muttered as we skated past each other. "Just getting started, Cross," Noah replied, his voice rough and steady. During a stoppage near the penalty box, Noah skated past the New York bench. His gloved hand dropped, his fingers brushing my hip beneath my heavy padding. The touch was quick, hidden from the refs, but the biological heat between us burned like wildfire.

"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."

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!”

“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.”