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Power Play (Hockeyplayer!Noah AU) Masterpost

Tropes and tags: hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, PinV, public adjacent sex, rough sex, minor cnc dynamics, multiple POV, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, aggressive hockey players, possessive male, protective male.

Author's Note: Please note although this uses real people’s faces and likeness in an AU writing it does NOT in any way reflect the person specifically. I cannot stress enough how upset it will make me to find my work shared on other platforms, including ones that the band has direct access to. This is fan-fiction and if we want nice things, follow the rules. Also, I realize his last name is Davis, however, for the sake of the story and the fact that I like the name Sebastian so much it is the name we will be using for his surname. Thank you, and enjoy!

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 //

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Power Play: A Jack Hughes Love Story

Chapter One: Puck Luck

The electric hum of the Enterprise Center still buzzed in Y/N’s veins as she stepped out into the brisk St. Louis night. The Blues had lost in overtime—heartbreaking, really—but at least the game had been thrilling. Her brother, James, walked beside her, a walking encyclopedia of stats and post-game analysis, already ranting about missed calls and defensive lapses.

“I’m telling you, if they don’t fix that power play, we’re screwed for the rest of the season,” he griped, zipping up his Stan Cavern hoodie.

Y/N smirked. “Maybe they should hire you as head coach.”

He scoffed. “At this point, I’d take the job for free.”

They weaved through the crowded sidewalks, dodging rowdy fans and street vendors selling everything from hot dogs to knockoff jerseys. The city was alive, pulsing with the energy of the game, but Y/N felt the familiar ache in her feet from standing too long in her heeled boots.

“I’m cutting through,” she said, motioning toward a narrow alley next to the arena.

James hesitated. “You sure? Just walk with me to the car.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s literally right there.” She pointed past the dimly lit passage.

“Alright, but text me when you’re in,” he said, already distracted by his phone.

Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped into the alley, the sounds of the crowd fading behind her. The air smelled like rain and asphalt, the streetlamp above flickering weakly. She picked up her pace. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea-

VROOOM.

Bright headlights flooded the alley, blinding her.

CRACK.

Pain shot through her body as something hard knocked her to the ground. She barely had time to register the impact before she was sprawled on the pavement, winded and disoriented. A car door slammed.

“Oh, shit, oh my god, are you okay?”

A voice, young, frantic, laced with unmistakable panic.

Y/N groaned, propping herself up on her elbows. A figure hovered over her, backlit by headlights, hands running through his messy brown hair. As her vision cleared, she blinked up at a face she had seen on TV more times than she could count.

Jack Hughes.

The Jack Hughes.

Star center of the New Jersey Devils.

And the guy who had just hit her with his car.

Jack crouched beside Y/N, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he wasn’t sure if he should help her up or call an ambulance. His wide, blue eyes were filled with panic, his face slightly flushed under the dim streetlight.

“Oh, shit—are you hurt?” His voice was rushed, filled with genuine concern. “I-I didn’t even see you. I swear I wasn’t speeding.”

Y/N sat there, her palms scraped from the pavement, her brain still trying to process the fact that Jack Hughes, the Jack Hughes, had just run her over. Well, okay, not run over exactly, but she definitely got knocked flat on her ass, and her knee was throbbing like hell.

This wasn’t happening. Nope. No way.

“I-I think I’m fine,” she muttered, trying to collect herself. She was not about to become some viral story on NHL Twitter. Devils star center commits vehicular manslaughter in St. Louis alley. Nope. Not her.

Jack exhaled, still looking at her like she might collapse at any moment. “Are you sure? Do you need, like, a hospital or something?”

The reality of the situation hit all at once - the game, the alley, the literal Jack Hughes standing over her - and suddenly, it was too much. Her heart pounded, her hands shook, and an overwhelming wave of get out of here now crashed over her.

“I...uh...I gotta go.”

“What?” Jack’s brows shot up.

She scrambled to her feet, wincing as pain flared up in her knee, but she didn’t stop. She dusted off her jeans in a daze, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, I’m good. All good. No harm, no foul. You’re busy, I’m busy...uh...so, yeah, I should go.”

Jack blinked. “Wait, what? At least let me-”

But she was already backing away, her body moving before her brain could catch up. She turned on her heel and bolted out of the alley, limping slightly but pushing forward like her life depended on it.

Jack watched her go, completely bewildered. He ran a hand through his hair, still crouched where she had left him, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.

“What the hell just happened?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Y/N didn’t stop running until she was halfway home, heart racing, mind spinning.

She had just been hit by Jack Hughes. And instead of milking the situation for all it was worth, she had run away.

What the hell was wrong with her?

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OFF THE ICE by Tierney Rose

OFF THE ICE by Tierney Rose (@halliewriteshockey)

“He would never skate again. Never strap on the pads and get between the pipes and play the game he loved more than anything in the world.” 

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🏒rivals to lovers 🏒forced proximity 🏒hurt/comfort

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🦦Labyrinth’s rating

⭐5 💧 2 🔥 2

The first time I read this book, I loved it. The second time I read it, I loved it even more. Tanner and Ethan are so perfect together. Their chemistry is off the charts, seriously. There’s so much angst between them (and for good reasons), but I loved seeing how they both let go of that anger and welcomed each other into their lives. And it was fun. Tanner is a fun character and his and Ethan’s interactions, especially at the beginning, were fun to read in the best possible way. I loved how they both were always there for each other. I’m sorry but Ethan and Tanner raised my expectations for men. 

————————————  “Since when have you cared what I thought?” “Since you made me chicken soup.”

[weathereyehorizon]

Week 1 of #hocktober 🏒💏🌈

Every read this week was a banger for me. My "hockey bois" read tag on Goodreads is now up to 78!

Sucker Punched - Carly Marie ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Daddy/Little - light on the hockey - recommend reading other books in Carly Marie's world first

I'm Your Guy (audiobook) - Sarina Bowen ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Grumpy/Sassy - everyone has baggage - fantastic character development and realistic relationship development

Bromantic Puckboy - Seen Finley & Saxon James ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Double bi awakening - idiots in love - lots of laughs

[anitabyars]

Description

A standalone age-gap, dad's best friend's hockey romance.

There’s no one more off limits than my best friend’s daughter.

Peggy Aurora Hammerstein. The Toronto Terror’s unofficial team princess. I would never do anything to mess with our team dynamics this late into the hockey season, but seeing her work in the front office changed something for me.

I see her as she is now: a powerful woman with ambition for miles.

When I hold her against me, she fits perfectly.

Her little flirts and taunts push my buttons, if she doesn’t stop–my control just might break.

But I can never cross that line. I can never know what it could be to call her mine.

I’ve never wanted anyone more than Aurora and no one can ever know.

*This is Hollis Hendrix's standalone novel. If you want to meet Hollis before you read this book, check out If You Hate Me, Rix and Tristan's story.

EXCERPT

Malone hops onto the nightstand, and something clatters to the floor. He yowls and bounces like he has springs in his feet, tail poofed out as he races out of the room.

“What’s got you so freaked out?” I frown as I bend to pick up the object. “The hell?”

It takes several seconds for me to process what I’m holding. And when it finally clicks, my brain almost liquifies. I’m holding a superhero vibrator. More specifically, I’m holding Peggy’s superhero vibrator. It can’t belong to anyone else because aside from her dad, she’s the only person with access to my penthouse. And she’s the only woman who’s been here in a long, long time, apart from my younger sister and my niece.

So many questions arise. So fucking many questions.

Like why the hell is her vibrator in my goddamn bedroom? On my nightstand.

My mouth goes dry as I stare at my bed with the two cat-shaped dents near the pillows. Then I glance across the room at one of the two kitty cams I set up but didn’t monitor while I was away. I forgot to even mention they were there.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Did she get herself off in my bed? Why would she get herself off in my bed?

My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Loved, loved this well written, witty, flirty, steamy, passionate, emotional, age gap, father’s best friend romance. I was hooked from the very beginning with these fantastic characters whose story pulled me in and didn’t let me go until long after I read the last page. This is a fabulous addition to The Toronto Terror Series. So if you love a great sports romance this is the book for you!!

This is Hollis Hendrix and Aurora (Peggy/Hammer) Hammerstein’s story and what a story it is.

“You look like every sin I want to commit, Princess. So, yeah, I acted without thinking.”

I loved this so much because I could feel their frustrations, their longing, their fear, their desire. And their echoing agony as they struggle to do the right thing! As they fight their attraction.

I fell hard and fast for Hollis! And Hammer who wouldn’t want this smart, beautiful, caring, strong woman in their corner for life?

But my favorite part is the tension, the desire, and the passion these two find together! Yowza!!!

I giggled, I swooned, I squirmed, and I fell in love with this beautifully written story. You don’t want to miss this one!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[joyffree]

Stick Lessons an MM College Romance by Crea Reitan is Live!

Everyone should learn how to handle a stick.

Atty High school sweethearts, dream wedding, exotic honeymoon, white picket fence, two and a half kids… that’s the dream. My prescribed future. Except, I don’t want any of that. When me and my on/off girlfriend of fifteen years finally call it quits for good, I decide that I’m ready for a new beginning.

I didn’t expect that new beginning to be a dude.

Toby This man is perfect… he obeys like a marionette, lets me bend him and choke him until my heart's content. He lets me dress him up, breed him, and refuse his pleasure as if he were built specifically for my needs.

But Atty isn’t who I thought he was and he’s struggling to find his new identity while I’m freefalling for him off the face of a cliff. I’m not used to needing a safety net in life so there’s a very real chance I’m going to hit the ground like a pancake.

Is love always this tragic?

[musicartmayheminmyheart]

It's finally here!! Off to fall in love. If you need to get ahold of me, please wait until Tuesday to do so. #readingiscool😎 #hockeyromance #whychooseromance #emilyrath https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_yxGYME3a/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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https://www.wattpad.com/1513267191-the-head-game-chapter-23-what-an-impact

Chapter 23: "What an IMpact" is LIVE!

The tension is HIGH, the stakes are HIGHER, and Eric’s future hangs in the balance. As the Cleveland Crusaders fight to keep their playoff dreams alive in a nail-biting Game 7, Eric sits on the sidelines, battling his own demons. Will his ImPACT test reveal he’s ready to return to the ice? Or will he be forced to watch as his team fights without him?

🔥 Relive the heart-stopping moments of Games 5 and 6, where Slava Dropniak stands on his head, P.J. DeBlaker shines, and the Crusaders claw their way back into the series.

💔 Eric’s frustration is palpable. He wants to be the difference—not just a spectator. But with his concussion recovery still up in the air, the question remains: Can he make it back in time to help his team when it matters most?

📖 Dive into the latest chapter of The Head Game and feel the adrenaline, the heartbreak, and the hope as Eric’s journey takes another dramatic turn.

👉 Read it now and join the conversation! What would YOU do in Eric’s skates? Drop your thoughts below! 🏒

[bucolicbook]

Dream Girl Drama (Big Shots, #3) by Tessa Bailey 

US pub date - 2/4/25

I’ve been interested in Sig and Chloe’s story since the first book of this series, and was so happy to get an advance copy and began reading once I got it; I wound up reading this over 3 days. 

During reading:

This book, these characters… Tessa Bailey, did you decide to wreck us with the LONGING in this one? Because I’m 24% of the way in, and I’m already ¾ of the way to wrecked. 

The we-can’t-be-together energy is seriously present here (although, I’ll be honest, I didn’t really get why they couldn’t be together).

Post reading: 

Sig and Chloe are perfect together. Neither is perfect; Ms Bailey always really humanizes her characters and the result is always human characters with good sides and bad, but together they are. 

I waited for this one, wanting to read it since readers were first introduced to these two characters in this trilogy? series? Anyway, I’d been looking forward to this one so much, and it didn’t disappoint. 

Fun and recommended! 

**also, maybe leaves the door open to a future title

Thank you to Avon and NetGalley for the DRC

[seagirlreads]

Back On Ice

Carter and Sophie reunite when he come back to town to help with the local ice arena. She had her heart broken once and doesn’t want it to happen again. he had his reasons and he need to fill her in and hope she forgives him Add a crazy stalker puck bunny in the mix! What a great story. I read Left On Ice and was giving the opportunity to get this as an ARC when it was released. It was well worth the wait and I’m hoping to read the next in this series, too! I loved Carter and Sophie.

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Power Play // Chapter 10 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Header by @ladyveronikawrites

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

The gloves are off.

With a frustrated roar, I tear off all my protective gear flinging it across the ice, the clatter of plastic and leather echoing through the stadium as my helmet slams down, sending shards of ice flying in all directions. Chest heaving, I square up against the taller defenseman, my nose nearly grazing the other man's chin as my eyes glare upwards. 

The defenseman's face is flushed, his stringy hair matted with sweat that was rapidly freezing in the frigid air. Shoving with the full force of my palms, I refused to be intimidated by the size difference, adrenaline coursing through my veins I shoved again. His papa make contact with my chest sending me backwards and I'm forced to brace myself to keep from toppling over,  refusing to back down.

Rage coursed through my veins as I skated furiously towards the other player, my voice erupting in a guttural yell. "You wanna fucking put hands on me, bitch?!" 

I had seen him deliberately slap the puck directly at my face as I was guarding the goal, and the sheer maliciousness of the action had ignited a fire within me. That blatant cheap shot was clearly no accident - he was looking for a fight, and I was more than willing to oblige. In that moment, all I could think about was retaliating, of taking my stick and using it to break his face open. The opportunity presented itself when he checked me hard into the boards, causing me to lose my grip on my stick. 

Now my hands grasp at fistfuls of his jersey as I yank him down to face level. My balled fist then comes into forceful contact with his cheek as he turns his head. 

I continue to throw punches until he reaches up, his hand making contact on my skull just behind my ear.  The impact sends  ringing in my ears and makes me slightly dizzy. But I refused to let up, my grip on his jersey tightening as we both tumbled down to the ice in a tangled mess of limbs, each of us desperately trying to land more blows on the other.

Bodies are swarming all around me and a pair of arms roughly pulling me back from my intended target. The impact of the strike on my left cheek burns with a sharp, stinging sensation, and I can taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Just moments ago, the only sound I could hear was the thunderous rush of blood pounding in my ears, but now the air is filled with the frantic screaming of the crowd and the shouts of the referees, who are desperately trying to restore order by calling out penalty times and names, urging everyone to settle down.

My opponent is in no better shape, sporting a nasty gash across the bridge of his nose, his teeth stained crimson with his own blood. One of his eyes is already beginning to swell shut from the impact of the blows. I can feel the throbbing ache in my own head and neck, the burning in my cheek now mingling with a strange, numb sensation as the adrenaline begins to wear off.

The refs roughly shove me onto the hard bench, treating me like a wayward child being sent to the corner. Indignation flares within, a desperate urge to lash out by untying my skates and hurling them at the cold, unyielding plexiglass walls. But in the end, all I can muster is a resigned lean forward, elbows propped on my knees as I stew in the searing frustration of my captivity.

Leo McGuire and his clean cut boy look steps into the box, a medical bag slung over his shoulder.  Last week, he had been a constant chatterbox, his nervous prattle grating on my nerves, but now that he has grown accustomed to this routine, his demeanor has shifted. No longer does he sound like an idiot fumbling through his words - instead, his tone is calm and measured as he approaches me, attempting to get a closer look. 

"Alright, Sebastian, let me have a look." But I refuse to submit, wriggling out of his grasp, unwilling to relinquish even the smallest shred of control. The walls feel like they are closing in, the air thick with tension as I steel myself against the indignity of my situation, desperate to maintain what little autonomy I have left.

I can feel the intense longing and determination coursing through me as I utter those three simple words to him - "I want her." 

I know she has engineered this entire situation, this calculated plan to have him take over my care during the games rather than her directly handing me off to various partners. The reasoning is obvious - to avoid raising suspicion about the true nature of our arrangement. But at this moment, I couldn't care less about the intricate web she has woven. All that matters is getting what I want, reclaiming my fox and taking her for myself, right here and now.

He shrugs, unwilling to argue or stand in my way. I watch as he waves her over. She rolls her eyes, a familiar gesture that only heightens my craving, as her ponytail swings rhythmically back and forth with each step she takes towards us. As she steps into the small box she and McGuirre exchanging hushed whispers as he gathers his belongings and departs, leaving the medical supplies behind. Without hesitation, she kneels down and begins rummaging through the box, retrieving gauze, tape, saline, and antibacterial gel. My gaze is transfixed, drinking in every detail of her movements, her expression. Do I really look that bad? No matter - her attention is all that matters.

She begins to gently clean the cut on my left cheek, standing off to the side, carefully positioned so as not to obstruct my view of the ongoing hockey game. It's a considerate gesture, but it's a little late for that - my focus has already been shattered by the intensity of her presence. I glance up at her, and I can't help but notice the lines forming between her furrowed brows as she knits them together in concentration. Her cheek is slightly sucked in as she chews on it, a telltale sign of her focus, as she dabs carefully at the wound on my face. 

Suddenly, she lets out a soft sigh, and I sense a shift in her demeanor. "We can't do this," she murmurs in a low voice, her lips barely moving. "I can't treat you and be sleeping with you. It's unethical." 

I can't help but feel a twinge of frustration at her words. "So you send the newbie to tend to me then. I knew it," I retort, my words harsher than I intended them to be, my blood still boiling from the intensity of the game. 

She responds matter-of-factly, "It's not like I needed to discuss it with you." I can't help but feel a sense of indignation creep in.

 "Didn't have the decency to tell me to my face," I fire back. 

"I didn't think it mattered," she says, her tone even. 

I pause for a moment, letting her words sink in. 

"You're right. It doesn't. This," I say, gesturing to the game unfolding on the ice, "this matters. The cup matters. And I'll be damned if some woman is gonna get in my way and mess me up." As I stand up on my skates, towering over her, I can see the glassy, trembling look in her eyes - and my own chest feels like its been cracked in half. I let out a heavy sigh and slump back down onto the bench, muttering an apology that I'm not even sure she hears over the din of the crowd.

However, the others - Jack and Leo- had clearly picked up on the tension. Immediately heading over and stepping into the box with us.

With a protective edge to his voice, Jack gently asked, "You good, Sarah?" 

Sarah's response was clipped, her tone betraying the strain of the situation. "Fine," she said tersely, before continuing, "Listen, could you take over for me? I think Sebastian just needs to cool down, and obviously I am not making that any easier right now." The way she emphasized my last name, almost spitting it out, struck a chord within me, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as she gathered her belongings and pushed past Jack and Leo, putting as much distance between herself and me as possible. 

As I slap my hands against my face, ignoring the sting of pain, I feel the tangled mess of my hair slip through my fingers. It wasn't her fault, none of this was - I was the one who had been so foolish, so reckless in my actions. Yelling at her, when all I really wanted to do was run after her and beg for her forgiveness. I had been so stupid to think this could ever be just a casual thing, a fleeting moment between us. Not after today, not after what had happened. 

I could have played it safe, stayed cool and detached, never letting myself think about her during the game. It wasn't the puck to the face that had gotten to me - I could handle that kind of physical pain any day. No, it was what had happened before the game, when the players were circling the ice during warm-ups. I'd been on the bench, retightening my skates, when I saw him skate by, whistling and leering in her direction as she inventoried her equipment. 

At that moment, I saw red. She was mine, and no one was going to disrespect her like that, not on my watch. The puck to the face had been my opportunity, my open door to beat the living daylights out of him. All because I had been foolish enough to let my heart get involved, to catch feelings for someone I could never truly have. Now I was left to face the consequences of my actions, my emotions having gotten the better of me in the heat of the moment. I had to find a way to make this right, to apologize and beg for her forgiveness, even if I knew in my heart that I could never truly be with her.

After the game, I couldn't even speak let alone look at my teammates. The throbbing in my head and ache in all of my muscles is a familiar feeling, a badge of honor for the sacrifices I made on the ice. As I stand under the warm spray of the shower, I watch the dried blood from the cut on my cheek and one above my eye mix with the water and swirl down the drain, disappearing into the checkered tile below.

Dressed and barely getting my gear bag over my shoulder, a voice calls out my name - a voice I was dreading to hear.

 "Sebastian. My office."

 It's Veronica Campbell, the team's tough-as-nails PR director. With her no-nonsense attitude and impeccable business attire, Veronica commands respect from the six-foot-tall athletes she works with, even though she stands nearly a foot shorter than us. Her petite frame is always adorned in sleek black or gray pantsuits, her feet shoved into practical flats rather than the towering heels one might expect. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, I trudged through the familiar locker room, feeling the weight of my teammates' eyes following me as I made my way towards Veronica's office. 

As I clicked the door shut behind me, I braced myself for the impending confrontation, my mind racing with possibilities. Veronica's commanding voice cut through the silence, instructing me to take a seat across from her. I reluctantly complied, rolling my eyes in a futile attempt to mask my growing anxiety. 

"If this is about the fight, it's hockey - people fight. So what is it? I'm suspended, pending investigation. He's filing charges? What?" I demanded, the words tumbling out in a frantic jumble. Rummaging through the papers on her desk, Veronica produced two small packets, each with a neon green tab marked "sign here" at the back.

 "The first is a non-disclosure agreement. I need you and Ms Brody to sign. The second is a treatment plan where Ms Brody will no longer be your nurse on call for any future games, and you will be tended to by Leo McGuire instead." My stomach dropped as her words sank in. 

“I-but wait- what?” I stammer out and I see her shoulders slump. Her hazel eyes are heavy, probably from stress and exhaustion. 

“ Look, I don't want the details of you and Ms Brody's relationship. I really don't need it. I just need you to sign the non-disclosure agreement and the treatment agreement. If you guys are going to continue with whatever it is, you're doing.” 

Veronica sat back in her chair, her eyes narrowed as I contemplated the stack of papers before me. 

"Did she bring this up to you?" I pressed.

Veronica paused, considering her words carefully. With a cool, measured tone, she replied, "How the information was presented to me is my business and my business alone." There was an underlying firmness to her voice that brooked no further questions.

In that moment, my mind seemed to completely shut off, operating on pure autopilot as my hand instinctively reached for the pen, signing my name on the dotted line before I even had a chance to process what I was doing. The typed words on the page blurred together, their contents a mystery as I hurriedly scrawled my signature. 

“Can I take these with me?” I ask.

“If she consents I need them by Thursday. You have a game and I need everything filed before then.” I barely registered her response, my body moving mechanically to gather up the papers, trying desperately not to crease or damage them in my haste. The legs of the chair nearly tripped me up as I clumsily made my way out of the office.

“But Sebastian,” her voice stops me in my tracks as I turn slowly to look at her. “It's my job to file the paperwork. It's your job to tell the coach.”

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[chickensaladquinn]

✨ INTRODUCING: POWER PLAY ✨

🏒 What happens when fate, a hockey game, and terrible luck collide?

Y/N was just looking for a fun night out at the Enterprise Center with her brother, James. A St. Louis Blues vs. New Jersey Devils showdown, a little sibling bonding, and maybe some overpriced stadium nachos, simple enough, right? But after taking a wrong turn down a dimly lit alley, she finds herself literally run over by none other than Jack Hughes: Devils’ star center, hockey golden boy, and now, her accidental assailant.

What starts as an unfortunate (and slightly humiliating) accident quickly spirals into something neither of them expected. Between bets, unexpected chemistry, and the chaotic world of professional hockey, Y/N realizes that getting knocked down might have been the best thing to ever happen to her.

⛸ Enemies to lovers? A slow-burn romance? A sprinkle of hockey drama? You’ll find it all here.

And don't worry guys, Chicken Salad Quinn is not over! I'm just taking a little break because I haven't been feeling very inspired with that story lately. But Quinn still has a special place in my heart!!!

[literary-labyrinth]

GOALIE TANDEM by Tierney Rose

GOALIE TANDEM by Tierney Rose (@halliewriteshockey)

“Theo’s grumpy when you’re not here. “

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🏒age gap

🏒grumpy/sunshine

🏒hero worship 

🏒roommates to lovers

🏒 “““rivals””” to lovers 

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🦦Labyrinth’s rating

⭐4

🔥 2.5

The storytelling is good as always, good plot and there was a good characterisation of the characters. But the characters is where it gets tricky for me.

Nikla is incredible. He’s sunshiny, he sees the best in people and he always wants to be true to himself, all characteristics that made me love him quite a lot. Overall, Nikla is a character that is SOO easy to love. Theo, however, is not. He is a very complex character, who I loved at times but I was mostly annoyed with. He’s the grump of the relationship but that’s not what’s wrong with him. Theo carries around so much shame that makes him pass as a coward, and at times he is. And that would also be ok if we (and Nikla) were given some context about that. Yes, we learnt that there was a reason behind his being reserved about his sexuality but we never learnt the whole story, which could have helped to understand the shame he was carrying. The other thing I didn't like about him was that all throughout the book he tried to make decisions for Nikla and pass onto him the shame that he himself was carrying.

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“He’d had his sexual epiphany about Theo fucking Wallin, for fuck’s sake- he was never, ever going to be normal around him.”

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Play with me by Becca Mack

Another book, another review. This one continues the series of Playing for Keeps by Becca Mack. It is actually the second book. If you want to read my review for the first one, Consider Me, it is at the bottom of this post. So, if you already have read those books, you know that they are packed with comedy. Honestly, for me, sometimes it is like reading a romcom. So, you know. There are two MCs,…

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It’s trope reveal day for If You Love Me by Helena Hunting! If you love these tropes, you’re going to want to pre-order Lexi and Roman’s story.

🏒Second chance

🩷 Single dad

🏒Boss/employee

🩷 Slow burn

🏒Off limits

🩷 Single mom (guardianship)

🏒Hockey romance

🩷 One night to more

Coming in KU, paperback, and audio on March 13th!

PRE-ORDER IF YOU LOVE ME

Amazon World → https://geni.us/IfYouLoveMeAmazon

Novel Grounds Incentive→ https://geni.us/IYLMNovelGrounds

Goodreads → https://geni.us/IfYouLoveMeGoodReads

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🏒 NEW RELEASE 🏒

UNDRESSED IN THE CREASE by K. Kinley is NOW LIVE!

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LENNY

Nick Miller is a legend in the making. The best college hockey goalie in the country and the best looking. He’s known for being a player on and off the ice, but hockey is his only love. That’s why I can’t fall for him. I need to keep my focus on my classes and not on the gorgeously handsome man that keeps popping up in my life and in my bed. I need to prove to all the men I’m just as good of a sports journalist,

not get my heart broken by an athlete. But the sweeter Nick is and the more I get to

know him, the harder I’m falling.

NICK

Lenny Briggs is like no woman I’ve ever been with. The more I get of her, the more I crave her. She’s real, passionate, and just as ambitious as I am. Hockey comes first, it always has and she gets that.I can’t give her anything serious, but when all she wants is to be friends I realize how dumb I’ve been all along. I need her and I’m not letting her go.

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