Joseph Sullivan Ice Scream Novels & Stories

Sarah directed, waving the cameras toward the perimeter. Liam’s heart slammed against his ribs. "Jaxson—" "Left side," Jaxson interrupted, his voice dropping into a flat, transactional rasp meant only for Liam’s ears as the executives stepped off the ice. "I'll take the outer lane. Keep your pace even." Before Liam could say another word, Jaxson dug his heavy blades into the ice and glided forward. Liam followed automatically, his silver figure blades cutting beautiful, silent arcs into the ice alongside the heavy, rhythmic crunch of the captain's hockey skates.

Chapter 1 The puck dropped and the entire rink exploded with noise. Thousands of fans roared as Zane Kessler charged forward like a freight train. His skates carved deep lines into the ice. At six-foot-four, with shoulders built like steel doors, Zane had only one thought burning in his head tonight… crush Jaxon Caldwell. For five long years he had hated that name. He hated how fast Jaxon skated, how slippery and clever he was. He hated the cocky little grin Jaxon flashed every time he scored. Most of all, he hated how Jaxon always made him feel a half-step too slow.

He has his head cocked but does have a grin on his face, that cheesy, goofy one that makes him look so damn adorable and shows off his cute dimple. “You need a brand face to help sell it.” “Oh, that’s a brilliant idea. Do you know anyone who would do this for me? I’m thinking big, like BIG.” I smile at him. “I know just the person, darlin’. Yours truly. You can use me, and I can be your brand ambassador. I mean look at me, I’m the best in the NHL right now, my face is kinda handsome even if I say so myself.” He chuckles, I throw one of the scatter cushions at him.

Just us acting dumb on the ice, breathing heavy, grinning like idiots. My legs screamed louder as we kept going, but I didn’t care. Roland’s teasing turned softer, mixed with actual tips. “Loosen up more. Yeah, like that.” His hands found my hips again a couple times, guiding without the heavy pressure. Each touch made my heart race weird. I kept stealing glances at him—sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, that cocky smile that wasn’t so annoying anymore. The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates.

Zeeve Maxim Bullecer, Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering. I can't help but like his id photo; his hair was well trimmed, he wasn't even smiling, yet he looked great. His sloe-shaped eyes can enchant everyone who fell under his steady gaze.His features were defined nicely, and he's naturally photogenic! I cast a questioning glance at him, wondering why he was providing his identification. Was he under the impression that I care or even interested in this? Let your imagination go wild!

MAKE ME SORE SKYLAR “Oh my god, Sky! You’re crazy!” I grin at my circle of girlfriends. “Oh, come on, you guys. It’s not like he’s going to catch us.” I laugh and add, “And would it be so bad if he did? Mike O’Sullivan is sexy as fuck. I wouldn’t mind getting caught by that pair of strong arms.”

He let out an angry sigh, ripped the safety gear off with sharp tugs, and skated straight off the ice, shoulders tight. Elara chased after him. “Elias, hold on—” Before she could catch up, Joe, the skater sitting at the top of the current qualifier list, glided past with a smug laugh. “You should just back out from qualifiers. It’s not for people of your caliber, cock sucker.” The words landed hard. Elias kept walking, but Elara spun on her heel. She marched straight up and punched Joe square in the mouth. He yelped, clutching his face, eyes watering. “What the hell?!”