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Author: Christie Gordon

Catching His Heart (Mesa Boys Book 2) Releases!

Catching His Heart (Mesa Boys Book 2) Releases!

What can I say about this book? I hated Carter’s father as much as I loved Shane and what he has with Carter. When I started writing this, I didn’t realize (because I’m a huge pantser) how much Carter’s family drama was going to play into this story. But it brings Carter’s situation as much closure as he could get while Shane gets complete closure with his father. I think this book is ultimately about loyalty and standing by the person you love, no matter what. Okay, and Carter has a huge protective streak, LOL.  

And Now, A Teaser:

Shane stepped into the apartment, then shut the door. The aroma of beef cooking filtered into his nose, making his stomach grumble. “Oh, that smells good.” He walked into the kitchen.
Carter stood at a white stove, browning hamburger in a frying pan, his black t-shirt pulled tight across his chest, gray board shorts resting on his narrow hips. “Good. I’m making tacos for dinner.”
Winding his arms around Carter’s waist, Shane pressed up behind him and kissed the side of his head. “This is sort of nice, coming home to you cooking for me. I like having a wife.”
“I’m not a wife.” Carter held the spatula up.
“Could have fooled me.” Snickering, Shane released him, then opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of Gatorade. He set one down next to Cater. “I called my mom today.” He rested his ass on the opposite counter from him and opened the bottle, perusing small bowls filled with shredded lettuce and cheese, salsa, and sour cream, resting on the counter next to the stove.
Carter turned from the stove. “And?” He peered at him.
“And she’s in. We just have to get your mom to agree now and well, get her to admit what’s going on.” Shane sipped the Gatorade.
“Yeah, that’s on Dylan.” Carter pressed his lips together and returned to the stove.
“My Mom gave me a warning.” Shane bumped off the counter and stepped next to Carter. Did he know what his mother could be getting into?
Carter peeked at him. “Yeah? What sort of warning?”
Furrowing his brows, Shane said, “She said that with a man like your dad, what your mom is doing is dangerous.” He set his hand on Carter’s shoulder. “I did some research on the internet. When a woman leaves an abusive relationship, or tries to, that’s when things get dicey. The guy steps up his game and he might really hurt her.”
“Fuck.” Carter stopped shoving the hamburger around in the pan and clenched his jaw.
Shane turned the burner off and slid the pan over. “Come here.” He draped his arms over Carter’s shoulders.
Freeing a long breath, Carter buried his face in Shane’s neck and relaxed into his hold. “I’m scared for her, Shane.” He hooked his arms around Shane’s waist.
“I know.” Shane kissed his cheek. “So am I.” His heart ached for him. “But we’ll be careful and when she’s ready, we’ll be there for her.”

Catching His Fall (Mesa Boys Book 1) Releases!

This was a fun book to write about a young man (Tanner) who made something of himself, even with the messed up parental situation he was born into. There is a quirky bar in this book that is one of my favorites and is a real place, called, Monastery Bar and Grill. The MCs also get to go on a Mexican vacation to a fun place I went to last summer (write what you know…).

In the free prequel , you get to meet all the skaters. Each skater will basically find their HEA with someone outside of their immediate group of friends in a variety of tropes.  Now, the good stuff…


Three winners of the Rafflecopter giveaway will be able to pick their choice of any of my published works, including this book. There is also a prequel read for this book if you sign up for my newsletter. 🙂

And Now, A Teaser:

As Max opened the door on the condo and stepped inside, he took it all in. “Oh, my God. Look at the view.” He rolled his suitcase passed a dark-wood kitchen with stainless-steel appliances and black granite counters, then into a room with a glass and iron dining table and a modern, wrap-around sectional couch in dark green with colorful throw pillows. He stopped at a wall of windows and sliding glass doors, leading to a wrap-around patio. The ocean spread out in every direction, white caps twinkling in the deep blue as if they were stars in the sky.
Tanner stepped to his side and gazed out the patio door. “I can’t believe it.” He beamed.

Max wrapped an arm around his shoulders and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “I’m so glad we could be here together.”
Tanner’s gaze met his. “Yeah, me, too.” He opened the patio door, his long, sun-bleached hair billowing out behind his head, and stepped out to an iron railing with Max following. “Holy fuck. Look at that, two pools?”
Max looked over the grounds, some ten stories below them, and grasped the iron railing. Two large pools fed into a circular pool bar cabana. Grass and palm trees made up the landscaping and beyond it all, a set of palapas lined up across the beach. “You ever watch Bachelor in Paradise?”
“What?” Tanner creased his brows.
“Jesus, Max, don’t tell him you watch that. He might find a new boyfriend.” Josh chuckled, sidling up to the patio rail.
“Shut up, you.” Max snickered, dipping his head a moment. “This place reminds me of where they film that show. They put all these couples on the beach and film them pairing up, then breaking up. It’s very dramatic. Anyway, they film that somewhere in Mexico, too.” He studied Tanner.
Tanner stared at him. “You uh, watch The Bachelor?”
Max faced him. “No, if you must know. I watch The Bachelorette sometimes. The guys are hot.” He lifted his chin. He would not be embarrassed about this.
Tanner smirked. “You’re not watching that anymore.”
Carter walked out onto the patio. “Uh-oh, Tanner’s getting his jealous on.” He snorted. “Bet you’ve never seen his jealous side, huh, Max?” Carter slapped Max’s arm.
Max let a wide smile grace his lips, focusing on Tanner’s large, hazel eyes, the flecks of green and brown glinting in the sunlight. No, he’d never seen it and Tanner had no reason to be jealous. “I don’t need to watch it anymore. I have you.” Max placed his hands on Tanner’s cheeks and gave him a long, deep kiss.
Tanner’s chest swelled with the intensity of the kiss, then he grabbed Max’s hips and pulled them close.

“Go do that in your own bedroom.” Carter scoffed, waving his arm, then stomped into the condo.
Josh tsked. “At least get unpacked first.”
Max broke the kiss, searching Tanner’s face. Tonight was the night. There would be a full moon, and everything would be perfect. “I suppose. Let’s get unpacked, so we can get down to the pool bar and the beach.”
With a grin, Tanner brushed his fingers over Max’s cheek. “Let’s do it.”

A Summer Without Rain Re-Releases!

A Summer Without Rain Re-Releases!

This was my first book baby and was originally written back in 2008 or so, when I had no idea what I was doing (that assumes I might know what I’m doing now, LOL). These characters and this story always stuck with me and I wanted to give it a proper rewrite to do them justice. So, this book has been heavily revised into a true dual POV and my editor lives in the UK, so that helped quite a bit with the dialogue and some historical facts (plus, there area a huge amount of articles available online now that weren’t there back then!). I should also mention that I’ve now been to Dublin – yay!

So, why did I choose to write a book in Ireland in 1920? Originally, I’d been watching a bunch of Irish independent film and fell in love with that time period and place (it might have something to do with Cillian Murphy:) ).  I also wanted to explore the aspect of forbidden love. Now, on to the good stuff… 


Three winners of the Rafflecopter giveaway will be able to pick their choice of any of my published works, including this book.

And Now, A Teaser:

Ciaran spread a faint smile on his lips and cupped Shannon’s face in his hand. It was time for answers. “I like this, Shannon. I like being with you this way. But what exactly is this?” His gaze roamed Shannon’s face. Would he finally hear what he wanted to hear? 

Shannon’s throat dipped with a hard swallow. He looked away for a moment, then came back. “I-I don’t know, I suppose it can be whatever you want it to be,” he said softly.

“Well, what do you want it to be?” Ciaran held him tightly. He would get his answers.

Shannon whined, “I don’t know, Ciaran.” He shifted under Ciaran’s body, attempting to look away again.

Ciaran pressed on Shannon’s chin, bringing him back. Was the secret Shannon shared with his aunt how he felt about him? Is that what was going on? He should just ask. Surely, Shannon would tell him. “Is it what Iona said, you suppose? Could we be in love?” He pressed his lips together, his heart hammering in his chest. What would he say?

With wrinkled brows, Shannon searched his face. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again.

Maybe he doesn’t feel the same. Maybe I’m wrong. His chest ached. He needed to get out of this somehow. He spread an anxious smile over his lips. “That’s silly, isn’t it? To think we might be in love with each other. I mean, sure, I love you. But you’re my best friend. So of course, I’m going to love you, in a way. But guys don’t love each other, do they, Shannon?” He forced a grin.

Shannon’s eyes glistened and he twisted his head away, then took an audible swallow. “Yeah, I suppose we love each other like friends.” He huffed a quick chuckle. “It would be silly to think we’d be in love.” He turned onto his side, away from Ciaran, and curled himself into a tight ball.

Shifting in the bed, Ciaran leaned over Shannon’s side, caressing his shoulder. Was Shannon about to cry? A lump formed in his throat. Why wouldn’t Shannon just tell him if he loved him more than a friend? “Are you all right?” What could he do to make him feel better, to make him trust him?

“Yeah, just feel a little sick all of a sudden.” Shannon’s voice cracked.

He’s not ready. I won’t push him. “I knew you shouldn’t have drunk all that whiskey.” Ciaran lay back down and hesitated. What should he do? He should comfort him as best he could. He wrapped his body around Shannon’s in a desperate embrace and placed a lingering kiss on his back. “Goodnight, Shannon. Let me know if you need to be sick, okay?”

A light sniffle escaped Shannon. “Yeah, okay. Goodnight.”

Ciaran reached for the nightstand, flicked off the lamp with the red-feathered shade and went back to Shannon. He positioned himself as close as possible, making sure no gaps existed between them, giving him a brief but pure squeeze. He closed his eyes.

Shannon’s breathing became rhythmic in his hold.