Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

I keep my eyes on my phone, hoping that if I ignore him, he'll leave. "Hey," his voice is smooth, confident. "Make it for me and this pretty girl right here." I don't respond. I just scroll to the next page, highlighting a section about cellular respiration like it's the most fascinating thing I've ever read. When the bartender slides a drink in front of me, I finally look up. Crew is watching me with this amused smirk, all golden hair and sharp jawline and the kind of face that makes girls stupid. His hockey jacket is slung over one shoulder, and he's leaning against the bar like he owns it. Like he owns everything.

“Send in the hockey guys. One at a time.” A few minutes later, the door opens, and the first guy steps in. I recognize him immediately, Liam Carter, a defenseman for one of the teams Nikolai had under his thumb. He’s young, early twenties, still wide-eyed but with a layer of arrogance that tells me he thinks he’s untouchable. Dark blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, built like a guy who’s used to throwing his weight around on the ice. He hesitates only slightly before stepping forward. “Mercer,” he says, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, the same curiosity I saw in DeLuca’s guy.

Mendez asked. Jade hesitated. "I'm twenty-five and still living with my parents" "That's normal" "My parents literally plan my entire life. My Dad wants me to train constantly, eat perfectly, sleeping perfectly...everything perfectly. He's trying to make me the next him" Jade scoffed. Mendez looked at him carefully. "Justin Riccio's one of the greatest hockey players the league has ever produced. Of course he wants the best for you" "Five Hart Memorial Trophies, Three Stanley cups, A Conn Smythe Trophy" Jade muttered.

“Ward Bennett is not just any player. He brings massive sponsorship money and investment to this franchise. What if Dr. Matthews makes even one small mistake? What if Ward’s recovery suffers? You signed a contract with this team not Matthew. You have a responsibility!” I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation and frustration. “I understand my responsibility. But I also have to protect my own mental health and professionalism. Ward and I have history. It was becoming too complicated. I made the call for the good of everyone.” Dr. Timothy opened his mouth to yell again, but the door opened once more. Jax walked in casually, wearing a light jacket and jeans, with that charming smile on his face.

I almost protested that I never agreed to be part of his team when I met Frank’s gaze, and the look in his eyes is all I need to keep shut. “What do you think about Cicero Russo?” I ask one of the strangers I’m at the podium with. Most of them are either working for one of the athletes or are approved family members. I look onto the ice, in a team of tall men, Cicero still stands out, impossibly broad-shouldered, with the black jersey stretched across those wide shoulders. “He’s a beast out there,” the man beside me responds as Cicero sneaks a puck right under Foster’s nose. “He’s currently at the best he’s been in a very long while. I’ve never seen him enjoy the game as much as he is these

Clinton's POV “Blunt! Heads up!” I barely register Jack’s shout before the puck whizzes past my stick. Cody snatches it, skates hard down the left, and fires. Goal. The red light flashes. “Two–zero, baby!” Cody whoops, lifting his stick like he just won the Stanley Cup. I grit my teeth. The ice is cold under my skates. Sharp. Alive. Usually, that’s enough to pull me back…the scrape of my blades, the thud of the puck against the boards, the frozen air burning my lungs. This rink is home.

"You know what, Coach? I barely know anything about you." He blinks, caught off guard by the subject change. "What?" "I know you're an ex-hockey player. That's it. You should tell me more. Your career. Your story. All of it." "I don't see how that's relevant—" "Humor me." He studies my face for a moment, then sighs. "Alright. I played college hockey at Michigan. Got drafted to the NHL—Chicago Blackhawks. Played three seasons before I tore my ACL in a game against Boston."

She glanced at Heather, who squeezed her hand under the table—a silent promise that they were in this together. Jenifer returned to the podium. “Our next signing is someone who will change games for us. Last year, we had the best kicker in the WWIF, but he’s now in the NAFL. We needed someone with swagger, with nerves of steel, and with a leg that can win games. Someone who brings the same energy as the great Jason McAfree—yes, I said McAfree. Please welcome our new kicker, number 4, Heather Wammack.”

“The same Vale we know from Brooklyn high, Valentine McCall.” I suddenly lost my appetite, and the food that was in my mouth suddenly tasted sour. I've seen headlines about him pop up, he already has spots in three of the country's biggest hockey team I just didn't know he was at Starwest university. “There's nothing to worry about when it comes to that Lilly of a man, our team is good enough to grind them on the rink.” My words weren't convincing enough as Isaiah still has his doubts. “Do you think we would loose?”