Ice Hockey Romance Novels & Stories

The dumb ass fucker she kissed in front of the entire crowd after that friendly match two weeks ago, right in front of my whole team. I hadn't forgiven her for it. Hadn't forgiven him either, honestly, though I'd told everyone including myself that I was over it, that it barely registered anymore, that Hailey Simmons wasn't worth a single second of my headspace. Turns out that was a lie too. "Well look who it is." Marcus grinned at our table like he'd won something just by walking through the door, his squad fanning out behind him like backup dancers. "Heard you got a new coach. Some washed up NHL reject, right?"

Kai closed the distance between us like the ice wasn’t even there, skating boots clicking against the boards as he stepped off. His jersey was damp, hair sticking up where the helmet had pressed it down, and there was still a faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth from that high stick. “Isla.” His voice was low, almost careful, like we weren’t standing in the middle of a post-game free-for-all. “You came.” My pulse did that stupid stutter again. “Sarah dragged me.”

My hand stops. My pen hovers above the blank notebook. I have heard Eli speak dozens of times. Heated exchanges across study tables. Clipped words in hallways. The controlled precision he uses when he has decided to say something and means all of it. I have never heard him sound like this. Hockey has its own kind of music. The percussion of blades against ice, the crack of a stick finding a puck at the right angle. Beautiful in a kinetic, physical way. This is something else.

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

The lighting made it look incredibly intimate. ​"The media is loving us," Ethan explained as I stared at the screen. "Our chemistry, the look, all of it. They think we're the next big sports IT-couple. Look at the comments." ​ I scrolled down reluctantly. He wasn't lying. The internet was losing its mind over the mysterious girl next to the NHL’s golden boy. ​"Okay, but I don't really follow," I said, handing the phone back to him as a strange knot formed in my stomach. I hated the idea of my face being plastered across social media. "We aren't a thing."

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

The force of the wind knocked me right off my feet. I slid across the ice, my hands scraping against the sharp surface until I hit the heavy wooden hockey boards at the edge of the rink. Pain flared through my back, and I gasped for air, my vision going blurry for a second. Holden went completely wild seeing me hurt. He roared, a loud sound of pure fury, and bit down hard on the black ice trapping his legs. His sharp teeth cracked the dark frost, but more black ice crawled up his chest, pinning his massive body down until he could only twitch his head.

The cheerleaders were at one end performing an opening dance on ice skates before the game. And then I saw her- Avery My stomach dropped. She laughed at something someone said, flipping her hair like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she hadn’t— just destroyed my relationship. I swallowed hard and looked away. The whistle blew. More players came out. I spotted Mike almost immediately. He skated straight toward Avery like the rest of the rink didn’t exist. She leaned over the barrier, laughing at something he said, and then— he kissed her.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”