Ice Skating Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.

Still, we do have tonight and I want to make slow, tender love to my girl. My assistant had messaged me earlier to tell me she has lined up some private diamond viewings for me in Dallas over the next few days when we get back from the Vancouver game. That at least makes me feel excited, and when I propose to Immi, I want it to be the most romantic proposal ever. I know I have a lot to live up to, after all this girl is a romance reader and a Hallmark movie fan so I have got my work cut out for me. I’ve asked my assistant to come up with some ideas, she told me to find out what Immi’s favorite romance book is and read it. I thought she had lost the plot, but she went on to explain that I cou

his assistant says as she finishes tying up the laces of some black skates she happened to find. Tentatively, I take to the ice it’s been a hot while and I feel a bit rusty, not to mention my shaky legs like a newborn colt. The air is cold and makes me shiver, I can see my breath as I exhale. His ice blue eyes hold my gaze as I make my way over to him.

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“This is just too confusing, Ace. You don’t want to date me, but you want to warn off every other guy that I’m not available. What the hell is it that you want?” He opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I honestly don’t know, Isla.” “Well, then come find me when you do. You know where I live.” I stomped off the ice and nearly slipped, which would’ve been the highlight of my day. “Isla, wait!” I heard Ace skate up behind me. “Fuck off, Ace, I’m not in the mood right now.”

"Will you be my girlfriend? I know you just got out of a divorce, but I-" "I'll gladly be your girlfriend", I eagerly said. "But – I want to date you first. I don't want to jump into a relationship with you. It went bad once before." "Alright – deal. How about a date right now?" "Right now?", I asked astonished. "Yes – let's go ice skating. Ice Skating Rink at Rockefeller Center, have you heard of it?" "I can't skate", I told him nervously as he took my hand and led me to the elevator.

"Do you always ask questions, or is it just that you're rarely ready to hear the answers?" For a moment, Aidan hesitated. For the first time in his perfectly sculpted life, he looked truly uncertain. Good. "I don't believe it," Isabella spat. "You're just doing this to embarrass me." Serena stepped in, her voice cutting like cold steel. "You mean like sending me a wedding invitation with your name written all over it?" Isabella turned ashen. And then, Serena did something daring. She casually looped her arm through Damien's, leaning into his side as if they had done it a hundred times before.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.