Romance Books About Hockey Players Novels & Stories

I look down at my open book and wait for the feeling to pass. "I did not realize hockey players spent time on the psychological motivations of literary characters," I say, because deflection is something I am significantly better at than honesty. Something shifts at the corner of his mouth. "Didn't realize figure skaters cared about performative identity construction." My stomach drops. "I never said I was—" "You didn't have to." The reading room continues around us. Pages turning. Pencils moving. Someone across the room clicking a pen in a rhythm that is going to bother me if this session runs long.

OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

“I don’t know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?” I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose myself. The way he’d whispered things only my Dom should whisper. The way his seed had spilled inside me and how, for one terrifying second afterward, I’d thought—what if? But I shoved it down, tightening my grip on my bag. Rhett Voss wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my Dom. My patient. The famous ice hockey player the whole damn city fawned over. A man fifteen years younger than me. Normal didn’t exist for us.

Tamara’s POV Hockey practice on Monday was like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I didn’t mean to go. I told myself I was just walking to the rink to grab a textbook Elena had left there after the game. That was the lie I told myself, and I almost believed it until I found myself standing in the bleachers with my backpack slung over one shoulder, watching them warm up.

It’s not my preferred drink, I am more a whisky man or a strong scotch but for Roxy I want to spoil her with the finest champagne. “This is true,” she says tilting her head exposing that long, lean neck of hers. It’s perfectly ready for me to bite her and mark her. I must hold off. Roxy has to be ready for me. She has to be ready to take on the role of the Alpha’s mate and that won’t be an easy task. But I am a patient man. Hockey players are renowned for being patient men. We have to be. All the time on the ice, the practice, the drills, the endless gym sessions, waiting to get the puck. It takes focus, determination, grit and patience above all.

Ryan's mother slowly folded her napkin before placing it neatly beside her plate. Then she turned toward her son.."Ryan, I don't understand." Her voice remained calm, almost gentle. "You're an Alpha, you're one of the most celebrated hockey players in the country, and people like you don't simply choose a partner. Every woman who stands beside you becomes a reflection of your name." She looked at me briefly before returning her attention to Ryan..“Marrying an ordinary girl with no pack, no title, and no influence will only bring you down."

“Come with me? Pleeease? I’ll introduce you to his sweet teammates, you’re bound to like one of them.” She immediately starts to protest, but I hit her with my biggest baby face, my eyes wide and dramatic. Freya groans, chuckling. “Ugh, fine. Just remind me ahead of time so I can clear my schedule. But I’m not promising to hook up with anyone.” “That’s my bestie!” I squeal, wrapping my arms around her. “Trust me, there’s no way you’ll meet a hockey player and not melt. Those guys are a different breed.”

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.