Ice Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Hailey! Where have you been? I was looking all over for you!” I forced a smile, tugging her along. “I… uh… I’ve been busy.” She tilted her head, chewing her bubble gum. “You know, I have a date for prom. What about you? Someone special?” I shook my head quickly. “Nope, not me,” I said, forcing a casual tone. Lilly smirked. “Hmm… I heard you’re now dating the hot hockey captain.” My eyes widened. “W-What?! Where did you hear that ridiculous thing?”

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"Am I? Or are you just mad that she's smiling with me instead of running back to you?" The rivalry between them was so charged it could be cut with a knife. Kai's hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to drag me away. Asher stayed relaxed, but his body was tense, ready for whatever came next. I was trapped between two powerful, jealous hockey players who both wanted me in very different ways. And I had no idea how to get out of it. Kai's dark eyes bored into mine, the captain's authority mixing with raw jealousy. "Isla, come here. Now."

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

“I’m looking at it like a pattern.” His eyes flick briefly toward me before returning to the road. “Players like him create noise,” he continues. “It doesn’t mean it lasts.” His explanation sounds logical enough, exactly the kind of perspective that should make sense. The energy doesn’t drop once we’re inside. The white ice is nearly blinding. Adrian’s hand rests lightly at the small of my back as we step into our seats, guiding me forward like a child that might get lost. I let myself fall into the motion of it, into the familiarity of his touch, even as I feel my wolf refuse to settle beneath the surface.

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.

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.

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”