Ice Hockey Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

“Get the fuck out of my face, or I'll scream right here and let everyone know, how much of an insecure bitch you are.” “What?” He asked, eyes widening. I shrugged, glancing past him and he stepped aside. I let out a heavy sigh as I walked past him, and headed towards my dorm. ***THREE DAYS LATER*** I was in the library studying, when a notification popped into my phone from the school's page. It was a joint charity and student leadership program always held before the annual Winter Classic rivalry. Every major sports team participates, in order to improve relations between schools before the nationally televised game.

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"

The world needs more souls like hers. It's weird being here with Roman and his men, though. Since we started playing hockey, there hasn't been a game where we crossed paths that wasn't an all-out war. Now, we're all sitting here pretending we haven't spent over five hundred years hating each other. How long will we be able to pretend? Are we capable of forming an acquaintanceship at the least, or a friendship at most? Maybe we'll have to settle on medium ground and just be allies.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

The house behind me streamed out a warm, welcoming glow toward the lake, beckoning cold skaters in from the icy air. I could see Audrey and Ray hand in hand making slow circles on the lake. They projected a happiness I didn't know was possible. I wondered what had driven them apart so long ago; watching them fall in love for the second time was like getting to witness magic. I didn't know how it was happening, I didn’t want to question it; I just wanted to let it happen. "Hot chocolate for the lady." Andrew's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned and took the hot Styrofoam cup in my hands, breathing in its aroma. Chocolate, frost, and pine smoke all mixed in a delicious medley that would f

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

Least ways growing up they were, now Dario is not so close with them. “A romance book, fake dating. She is a photographer brought in to the hockey team to cover them on and off the ice. They don’t like each other but their feelings will evolve.” I fold my arms in front of my chest, my nipples erect and budding wanting him to stretch out his arm and touch me with those big, masculine hands of his. “Ah, so like us then. This is called enemies to lovers is it not?” “What do you know about books?” “You have seen my library. You need to relax Lucky. Trust me you will find this all much easier if you give into your body. Let me show you how to feel like a proper woman should feel.”

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.