Ice Skating Romance Books Novels & Stories

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

Just when I think I may see my redemption, he looks up, meeting my eyes and his face turns hard. “No, they're a little different. They're the girls that skate out on the ice and clean off the snow between periods. There are pretty strict rules about players and ice girls fraternizing so the boys text me worried they were going to get into any trouble with the league if the girls were here. Now I know it was just you.” Just me. That doesn’t exactly sound like a compliment. I would have preferred something more like ‘now i see it was you beautiful’. “Oh is that why they've been avoiding me?”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“I just don’t want you to learn, Tri. I know it sounds selfish, but once you learn, you won’t ride with me anymore, and you will ride on your own.” “I told you that the rink might crack and melt, I lied, and you know that, but you didn’t pry. You thought that you have a phobia. I’m the worse best friend you’ve ever had. I was afraid that someone might ask you out if he sees you ice skating. I like girls who know how to skate. Remember when we watched frozen? You like Emma while I like Elsa.” I glance down at her. I’ve never thought I’m capable of loving someone so much that I can't breathe without her.

she asks them, which earns a nod from Robins, but nothing from Cass. She just glares at him, seeing this, Sandra snaps her out of it. “Robins can you come to by my desk later today, I have something to discuss with you” Sandra asks him, in which her answers her gently. “Yes” he says, looking softly at Sandra. It is not a hidden thing in the precinct that Robins has a crush on Sandra, but it seems like it is only Sandra that seems not to know, or maybe she is ignoring it. Walking out together, Sandra Cass and Albert, walk back to their desk, since it it is around the same place.

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."

I ignored him, skating to the center circle to face off against Marcus who was centering the Blue team. "Puck drops, gentlemen," Coach Miller yelled. The black disc hit the scarred ice. My reflexes took over. I snapped it back cleanly between Marcus's legs, the mechanical rhythm of my skates—*clack-clack-clack*—syncing with my heartbeat as I pushed forward. The ice opened up. I crossed the blue line, my eyes scanning the defense. Out of the corner of my eye, a blur of white and silver cut a perfect, aggressive lane toward the net.

Lukas guided him whenever fear crawled back in and Viktor relearned his edges, his turns, his balance and every time he succeeded at something small, Lukas looked prouder than if he’d won an actual championship but eventually exhaustion settled into their bones. The rink lights dimmed slightly overhead while snow fell softly outside beyond the tall glass windows and Viktor drifted lazily backward near center ice, breathing hard but smiling brighter than he had in months and Lukas skated toward him slowly. Neither of them spoke immediately. Viktor reached for him first this time…gloved fingers brushing gently against Lukas’s face then Lukas kissed him. Soft and slow. Their foreheads rested to

She nodded, “Yeah. A lot of the athletes live in this building, it’s close to the skating rink so it’s more of a convenience thing. They’re nuisances, I can promise you that.” I could already feel the color draining from my face, and I knew she saw it too—alas the grin on her face when she tried to ask, “About the athle— “No.” I cut her off again, already smelling her question from afar, “I’m not seeing anyone. No, I’m not interested in dating anyone. Yes, I’m just here to study. No, I’m not into college parties. Yes, again I’m just here to study. Finally….Yes, I hate athletes.”

I ask. She grins. “You owe me a walk in the park.” I nod. “That I do.” It’s a crisp, chilly day, and so we walk arm in arm, bundled up in our coats. The snow on the ground only adds to the ambiance. We make our way to the hot chocolate stand and each down a cup before deciding to go ice skating. “I’m not the most coordinated on the ice, you know,” she says. “You’re dating three hockey players and you’re going to tell me you can’t skate?” I tease her.