Hockey Romance

Noelle

By day, I sell stories in my bookstore. By night, I’m writing my own spicy romcoms, so caffeinated and cheesy they’ll make you giggle, blush, and swoon. Because real life? It’s messy enough. My books are my escape, my happy place.

In college, athletes were never my type. Couldn’t be. Not when the risk of letting someone that close always outweighs the reward. Which is why Dash Sterling, the hockey player who made Lit class bearable, the guy whom I introduced to my then-best friend, was never even on my radar.

Now, one spilled coffee, one ruined dress, and he's suddenly everywhere. And worse? He’s looking at me like I’m the story he wants to write.

Dash

I’ve been a goner for Noelle Pembrooke since the first day of Lit class. She challenged me, made me laugh, and made me want more than I thought I deserved. But she never looked my way—not really. So, when she introduced me to her best friend, I let myself settle. A situationship, nothing real, nothing close to what I could have felt for her.

But I wasn’t ready for it then, anyway.

Now we’re both in New York, our lives colliding again, and this time, I’m not standing on the sidelines. Noelle may secretly write her spicy romance full of happy-ever-afters, but luckily for me, she still hasn’t found hers.

Some stories aren’t just written. They are fought for.

What to expect:

🏒 Pro Hockey Player
📚 Bookstore Owner
🏒 Grumpy x Sunshine
📚 Second Chance-ish
🏒 Hidden Scars
📚 Found Family

Claudia

I swore I would never fall for another hockey player.

Not after a fling turned into a pregnancy and, when I offered him a chance to walk away, he took it. I can raise my daughter alone. I'd been raising myself for years. PhD completed and a job lined up, I didn't need him or his money.

She was almost four months old when he demanded to meet her in New York. I flew out, only to find he had forgotten to book the hotel room he promised, and every room in the city was booked.

The next day, he threatened to sue for custody and served me.

That night, he picked a fight after the game. A fight that brought an unexpected protector into my life.

Another player.

His rival.

 

Deacon

The Bears traded him, but he is never far enough away. We still have to play his team, and with them always comes trouble. They lost, and he and a few others showed up at Icehouse to start something.

I am not the guy who throws hands off the ice, but if something pops off, I back my team. That is what I was doing when he hit me from behind.

Turns out it was the best hit I ever took.

Because the woman he was harassing that night is now our new team psychologist.

Single mom. Brilliant. Calm. Untouchable.

I knew her without knowing her name.

And now that she is here, I am not letting her face him or anything else alone.

The Ultimate Goal is a steamy, single-mom, second-chance pro hockey romance with a protective hero who doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.

 

What to expect:

🏒 Pro Hockey Player
📚 Single Mother
🏒 Protective MC
📚 Second Chance-ish
🏒 Hidden Scars
📚 Found Family

Brilliant, broke, and building stability where none existed before.

I grew up somewhere that assumes your future will look exactly like your past.
Scholarships, discipline, and more late nights than I can count are the reason mine won’t.
I’m within reach of finishing my PhD and building the kind of life where stability isn’t something you hope for. It’s something you create.

Then Lucy arrives.

A little girl who’s already seen more dysfunction than any child should, and suddenly, the future I’ve been working toward carries a lot more weight.
Finishing my doctorate isn’t just about ambition anymore. It’s about making sure Lucy grows up somewhere steady, somewhere safe, somewhere with room to grow.

Which is not the apartment I share with three other people while barely getting by.

Most of the guys who used to live there have moved on with the women they fell for, women I know through the bookstore where I work and a PR campaign I’ve been helping with.
The house that once held half a hockey roster has room for more.

It’s about to become our temporary home.

Built for pressure, burdened by inheritance, best on the ice.

Responsibility has never been my favorite word.
Not when it comes wrapped in estates, expectations, and a family legacy that assumes my life already belongs to it.

Hockey is different. Hockey is something I chose.

Then there’s Hildy.

Brilliant. Stunning. The kind of woman who turns heads the moment she walks into a room, even in thrifted clothes.

Most people underestimate her. That’s their first mistake.
Mine was assuming she recognized me.

But the woman who stole my attention during a lecture, and kept it long after, clearly believed I was just another academic.

She still does.

Which means she has no idea the man she left that lecture with lives at the Puck Pad. The same place she’s about to call home.

What if the night she barely remembers is only the beginning?