Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The sight of these four hockey giants—men who had body-checked opponents into the boards and fought through seasons of grueling violence—trying to navigate the delicate art of pocket squares and boutonnières was pure magic. Knox was currently trying to pin a yellow sunflower onto Dmitri’s lapel. Dmitri, the stoic Russian enforcer, was standing perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides as if he were guarding a goal post. "It is a flower, Knox," Dmitri said in his thick, gravelly voice. "It is not a puck. Do not hit it." Jax looked up and saw me. The way his face changed—the way his expression instantly softened, shifting from playful camaraderie to a look of such profound, quiet

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

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.

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

“You could just check.” I let out a sigh and shook my head as I navigated to the school's gist platform. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pinned post of the page. It was the picture of Damien holding my hand, with the caption — 'North Crest Cheer Captain Dumps School Hockey Captain for Westlake Rival Captain.' My fingers curled tightly around my phone. “What the fuck?” “Uh… now you get why everyone is going crazy,” Chloe clicked her tongue, then laughed softly. “So tell me… is there really something going on between you and Damien? Cause, that would be crazyyy.”

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”