Ice Hockey Romance Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

That’s somehow worse than being ignored outright. When training finally ends, leaving me sweat-soaked and raw, I catch sight of him at the boards, taking off his gloves and helmet with unhurried precision, his blond hair curled over his forehead. The sight does something unpleasant to my focus, my gaze tracking the flex of his hands as they brush back his damp hair before I can stop myself. Someone nearby says his name – Locke – and it lodges in my head without permission. That’s when he looks at me. Our eyes meet across the crowded rink, and for a split second the air feels thick, charged with something that I don’t have the words for. Then he smirks – quick, sharp, irritating – and turns a

I felt very proud of the man sitting in front of me, because he fought a billionaire and won his freedom. We moved the melted ice packs away from his back, and we laid down under the warm blankets together. Michael wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and he pulled me close to his chest. I rested my head against his shoulder, and I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. We shared a long, passionate kiss, and we celebrated our victory in the quiet privacy of our room. The physical connection felt amazing, and we let the romance wash away the remaining fears from the hockey rink. We touched each other with gentle care, and we focused on the deep love we shared. The hotel room felt

“You’re interested in him.” I froze. My whole body locked. Didn’t turn around. “I’ve known you for years, Damien. The way you look at him when you think no one’s watching. You want more from him. ” “Shut up. Take your depressants you delusional little whorem” I spun on her so fast she stumbled back a step. “ You think this is about interest? This is about him walking onto my ice, stealing my puck, looking at me like I’m just another rich prick he can knock down, and still breathing when he does it. Nobody else does that. Nobody.”

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.”

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.

her gaze drifted over me, and the slightest hint of smirk tugged at her lips, “fix you.” “May I remind you that I’m not broken, ice queen.” I decided to change the nickname since she had a huge problem with ‘princess.’ Besides, Ice Queen fit her so much better. “My hockey skills just need a little touch up, and after that I’ll become a pro.” “Ouu ice queen. I like that one.” Harper wiggled her brows at her. “A pleasure to meet you queen of the ice.” She bowed her head, drawing a low chuckle out of me.

"Touchy subject. Got it. So is it daddy issues or new boyfriend issues? Because that look on your face screams 'man trouble.'" I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Why are you here, Ryan?" "Funny you should ask." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I got myself a hobby. Joined the NHL." I stared at him. Blinked. Stared some more. "I'm sorry, what?" "NHL, baby." He tapped the table twice. "Chicago Wolves. Just got called up." My brain tried to process this information and failed spectacularly.