Romance Books About Hockey Players 소설 & 이야기

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

He just watches me with that amused expression. “Let’s go out sometime,” he says casually. I stare at him. “You’re joking.” “No.” “You’re the captain of a professional hockey team.” “And?” “And I don’t date hockey players.” His eyebrow lifts slightly. “You dated one.” “That was a mistake.” His expression shifts slightly. Then his voice lowers. “About Luca.” My chest tightens. “Please don’t.” He studies me carefully. “I can talk to the coach,” he says quietly. “We can assign him to another physio.”

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

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

He pulled me closer, kissing me slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. Ryan watched for a moment, then joined—lips on my neck, hand stroking my hair. "We love you," he whispered. "More than anything." "I love you both," I said, voice thick. "So much it scares me sometimes." Roy smiled against my lips. "Good kind of scared." We stayed like that for a long time—talking softly, sharing pieces of our hearts we'd held back before. Fears about the future, dreams for after hockey, promises to face whatever came next side by side.

“What on earth is going on? Your father and I just saw the latest article. They’re saying you’re involved with one of your patients. A famous hockey player. Is this true?” I closed my eyes for a moment, already feeling exhausted. “Yes, it’s true. His name is Ronan Hale. He’s the goalie for the New York Defenders. I was assigned as his live-in physical therapist after his injury.” My dad’s voice joined in the background, sounding equally concerned. “Live-in? Honey, this doesn’t sound right. You’ve always been so professional. Now there are pictures of you everywhere and people calling you… well, things I won’t repeat.”

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

Whoever they were because the internet had no consensus on whether Lana Steele was a man or woman, they knew how to write. I navigated to their page, hoping they'd posted something new. Twenty chapters. Twenty new chapters of "Scored Her Heart, Not The Puck." A smile spread across my face. I clicked the first one, adjusting my reading glasses, and dove in. The story grabbed me immediately. An injured hockey player with a reputation for being cold and untouchable. A nurse determined to heal him. The tension between them was electric, every interaction loaded with subtext and unspoken desire.