Torchwood John Hart Novels & Stories

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

The commercials end and the commentators come back on screen. “Welcome back, boy do we have a great show ahead for our viewers,” one says excitedly. “We have our reporters down at Clayton Center tonight, looking to get some insight into the Thunderbolt’s very own captain of the year, Timothy Hayes!” “That’s right, John,” the other commentator nods. “From the moment that kid stepped onto NHL ice, he has been a powerhouse. I mean, right out the gate, he comes in with fantastic speed and accuracy. It’s no wonder he’s been leading this Thunderbolt team to so many victories.”

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

CHAPTER TWO Paige’s POV That voice, “Hello Midget” I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze. Knox Tatum, AKA my best friend's brother and the one person I hated. He had changed a lot. Knox looked like a walking Greek god. I drank the whole sight in. He was over 6’3, towering over my 5’6 frame, his thick black hair always perfectly styled. His button-down top did little to hide just how muscular he was. Years of playing hockey had definitely sculpted his build. I couldn't help but notice he now has full-sleeve tattoos disappearing into his top. Everything about him screamed wealth and power.

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 pull back, linking my arm through my fake boyfriend’s. “Yes, this is my man. You know him?” Sylvia’s gaze bounces between me and Harlan, her eyes narrowing in obvious displeasure. “He’s the captain of the Vancouver Titans, the most successful hockey team in Canada. He scored forty-three goals last season. Who doesn’t know him?” I stiffen in shock, turning slowly to meet Harlan’s gaze. Captain of the most successful hockey team in Canada? Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into? “You seem to know a whole lot about him, babe,” Drake growls, his jaw tightening as he slides a hand around Sylvia’s shoulders.

His father barked. Elliot stayed quiet and lowered his head in shame. The Hart Trophy was the league's highest award, given to the best of the best hockey player. He didn't have one. Everyone in the league dreamed of winning the Hart. “Just like your step-mother had said, you will face the consequences. Win the Hart Trophy and maybe....maybe I'll consider you worthy after all." he continued. "Fail and everything...every company and every asset in my name goes to Adrian."

The word left his mouth, and something dark and violent flared in my chest. I leaned over the glass, bringing my face inches from his. The air between us turned completely lethal. "You're a rookie on my roster, Hart. You signed a contract with my family's company. If I hear you speak her name again, or if I see you call her phone again, I won't just remove your jaw like I promised.. I will make sure Volkov Sports terminates your contract before you ever touch the ice for a real game. You will be blacklisted from every rink in this country." Jeriah swallowed hard, his face turning completely pale.. The arrogance that he usually carried vanished into pure terror. He looked at me, then looked a

The orange-and-silver colors of the Crestwick Stormriders gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the tornado logo stitched sharply on the chest of each jersey. It still didn’t feel real. He sat down, taking in the space. The sound of other players filling in around him helped calm his nerves, somewhat. “Hey, you’re the college kid, right?” Noah looked up. A tall, broad guy with sandy hair and a slightly crooked grin offered a hand. “Lukas Hanley. Right wing. Heard you lit it up in Oakland." “Noah Rivers,” he said, shaking his hand. “Thanks. Yeah, I finished up last spring."