Ice Skating Books Romance Novels & Stories

Even in that moment, with my body genuinely failing me, some deeply trained instinct insisted I could manage this the way I’d managed everything else — quietly, invisibly, without anyone noticing the wall was actually cracking. I skated back to my position as the whistle blew again, telling myself to focus, to breathe, to do exactly what years of training had prepared me to do. My vision narrowed instead, the edges of my sight going soft and unreliable, the ice in front of me somehow both too close and impossibly far away at once. My glove felt heavier than it should have. My legs, seconds earlier fully responsive, now seemed to be operating on a slight delay, as though the signals traveling

The heat climbed my spine and settled right in the center of the bruise he’d left, yet I refused to look up at him because I was focused on the laces of my skates, pulling them with enough force to snap the cord. "I’m not hiding anything," I bit out, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "I’m cold. It’s a rink, Rossi. People get cold."

Khary exclaimed in panic when Isdis was almost scatched, although she had coated her hand with ice, the finger still managed to pierce it and was a step away from scratching her. ‘No! I must give her acquaintance!’ “Hold down that MF!” Igris shouted at Jack and the other two guys who ran towards Khary “Such colourful words, do you perhaps hold a grudge on him?” Isdis said while narrowly dodging Igris kick that almost connected his reddish toe-nails to her abdomen She wasn’t wearing an armour and if those nails could easily pierce her ice, her clothes would be nothing but paper in comparison. “Who knows?” Igris said while throwing Isdis a punch

*ERIC* There was something about seeing Jamira bathed in moonlight that made me fall in love with her even more. The way the light danced across her skin was mesmerizing, and she was absolutely beautiful. She had said I had a problem, and she was partially right. I couldn’t help but feel an irresistible pull towards her. I tried to sit there and enjoy the moment, but my body betrayed me. Her presence in my lap started to make me feel worked up again.

"Miss Beatrice, you have ingested Pomegranate wine. It's an aphrodisiac elixir used by the gods to enhance their carnal desires. Your actions are influenced; you must resist whatever desire consumes you." Mastering my inner will, I suppress the desires seeded by the elixir and stand up from the cot, stumbling my way to hug him from behind. "I don't understand why being an Ice Phoenix makes you so upset. The Omar I know doesn't care about our differences. I wish you, too, could trust me enough to share your demons." My words carry a sweet bitterness, and even I shuddered just listening to them.

I needed to soothe and treat her so I could get some information about her brother once more. I faked a cough in the middle of her chugging an ice cream. "So, uhm. . . as I was asking earlier, do you also read fiction books?" Her face automatically lit up. "Of course, yes! I love fiction books, especially romance genre." I nodded. "Hmm, what about. . . uhm, Nicholas Sparks? You know that writer--" She suddenly stopped eating her ice cream as her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Yes! I love all of his books! I thanked God for him because he really makes good romance books."

VIVIANE I put my fingers inside her hair and stroked, reveling in her softness and wanting to make sure this was happening. When I realized it, we were already lying on a chaise longue, kissing passionately. I had never been with another person in such an intimate moment because João Felipe was touching me in a way that I never allowed anyone else to touch me. I guess I've always been waiting for him. I had my eyes closed, enjoying even more intensely the sensations awakened by Felipe's hands when I remembered where we were and tried to make him stop again, pulling my lips away.

The outdoor ice rink was already crowded, laughter and the sound of skates cutting through ice filling the air. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course.” He reached for my hand. “You look adorable when you’re flustered.” I let him pull me onto the ice, gripping his hands like a lifeline. He was annoyingly steady, guiding me effortlessly. I fell countlessly but with time I began to grasp it, Dusan’s stupid hands never left my body. And the heat that trailed up my spine didn't help matters. It was as though accepting my feelings for my husband equated to a life of unbending horniness.

Soft music played from a portable speaker. We changed into skates—mine still fit perfectly, even if my body no longer performed at elite levels. Callan took my hand and led me onto the ice. We skated slowly at first, just circling each other. Then faster. Playful. He chased me. I faked him out. We laughed like teenagers until we were both breathing hard. Eventually we stopped near center ice, holding onto each other. “This is where it started,” Callan said quietly. “The real us. Under all the blackmail and fear and drugs. This is where I fell in love with you.”

He brushed my hair back from my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips with infinite gentleness. “You undo me,” he murmured, stroking my back. “Every time. You make me feel… whole.” I nestled closer, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good. Because you do the same for me.” Later, as we lounged in the cool villa, Nikolai’s eyes lit up with excitement. “There’s a private skating rink set up near the main villa complex—roller skating under the stars tonight. Would you like to go? I thought it might be fun. Something new together.”