Novel & Cerita Romance Hockey Books

He slid his hands down from my jawline, his broad palms locking firm around my waist. *** Before I could draw another breath, Adrian lifted me clean off my feet. My boots left the concrete floor as he hauled my frame up, slamming my hips flush against his broad chest pad. His Alpha heat surged out in a fierce, possessive wave, burning through my black Chicago Wolves jacket. He captured my mouth in a hard, breathless kiss that knocked the wind straight out of my lungs. A sharp gasp tore from my throat into his mouth. I threw my arms around his broad neck, my fingers digging deep into his damp, dark hair, pulling him closer until zero space remained between us. I kissed him back with everythin

“Let’s get this over with.” She leaned forward and the blouse gaped more. “So, Zane. The fans are dying to know. A man like you, rich, famous, built like that, why no girlfriend?” I stared until she shifted. She tried again. “Rumors say you’re getting serious with Sophia Lang. That you two are engaged? Care to comment on that for the fans?” I leaned forward slowly. “Let me explain something. You’ve been tugging at that blouse since I walked in. Either button it or stop pretending this is about hockey.”

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

Least ways growing up they were, now Dario is not so close with them. “A romance book, fake dating. She is a photographer brought in to the hockey team to cover them on and off the ice. They don’t like each other but their feelings will evolve.” I fold my arms in front of my chest, my nipples erect and budding wanting him to stretch out his arm and touch me with those big, masculine hands of his. “Ah, so like us then. This is called enemies to lovers is it not?” “What do you know about books?” “You have seen my library. You need to relax Lucky. Trust me you will find this all much easier if you give into your body. Let me show you how to feel like a proper woman should feel.”

My hand roamed around the hard, smooth muscle of his chest. He pulled me closer to himself, the heat from his body seeping past the thick black fabric of my hoodie. “Shut me up.” Fuck... My eyes blinked briefly. “Skyler Gale,” I called. “I’m not gay.” “Riven Blackthorn,” he called back, his eyes burning into mine. “I don’t give a fuck.” Damn… “You’re so stupid,” I cursed. Without thinking, I slammed my lips on his. And I felt him smile. One hand rested on the small of my waist, the other went under my hoodie, his warm hands connecting with my skin.

I showered until the water ran cold, dressed in layers that hid everything, and walked to the rink through snow that fell in thick, silent sheets. Practice passed in a blur of white ice and controlled violence. I skated hard enough that my lungs burned and my vision tunneled. Damian’s voice cut through the noise only when it needed to. He never once looked at me longer than necessary. The careful distance he had always worn was back in place, thicker than before, as if the raw honesty of the night in my room had never happened. I told myself I was glad. I was lying.

He was outraged. "Isn't that true?" Hannah wasn't intimidated at all. Meeting his eyes, she scoffed and quipped, "You're well aware of why you're dating Ms. Sorsby. How absurd of you to demand her to fawn over you when you've been leeching off her. Do you really think you're Prince Charming?" Cedric was undeniably favored by fate as he was the protagonist of this book. However, did he still expect things would stay the same once realization dawned on Diana? She was no longer the sacrifice for his and Misty's romance.

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

"Touchy subject. Got it. So is it daddy issues or new boyfriend issues? Because that look on your face screams 'man trouble.'" I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Why are you here, Ryan?" "Funny you should ask." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I got myself a hobby. Joined the NHL." I stared at him. Blinked. Stared some more. "I'm sorry, what?" "NHL, baby." He tapped the table twice. "Chicago Wolves. Just got called up." My brain tried to process this information and failed spectacularly.

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🧊