RELEASE TOUR: Blue Line Collision by Christie Gordon
Length: 97,000 words
Series: Desert Elite Hockey, book 1
Prior Reading: Prior reading recommended but not essential
Genre: Sports
Tropes: gay hockey romance, bisexual. awakening, rockstar romance, opposites attract, secret relationship, found family, hurt/comfort, caretaking, instalust to emotional slow burn, celebrity/fame gap
Trigger/Content Warnings: This book’s themes include absent/neglectful parents, the death of a parent (past), past trauma from abuse, alcoholism, drugs and gun violence.
Designer: Christie Gordon
I came to celebrate my call-up to the NHL playoffs. I didn’t expect a rockstar to turn my world upside down.
Evan Crosby
After five years grinding in the AHL, I finally get my shot with the Coyotes.
The playoffs are my chance to prove I belong in the NHL.
No distractions. No mistakes.
Then I walk into a bar in Scottsdale to celebrate…
and lock eyes with him.
Ronan Vale—dark hair, sinful eyeliner, and a voice that’s haunted my playlists for years.
A rockstar who looks at me like I’m the only man in the room.
I’ve always dated women.
My career is hanging by a thread.
And the last thing a playoff rookie needs is a scandal.
But the way Ronan touches me?
The way he makes me feel?
Suddenly the biggest risk of my career isn’t on the ice.
It’s falling for him.
Ronan Vale
Fame taught me one thing—never let anyone close enough to break you.
Music is safe. Touring is safe. Casual hookups are safe.
Then Evan Crosby crashes into my life—sweet, nervous, and completely new to everything I am.
He says this can’t be real.
That his career could shatter if anyone finds out.
But the way he kisses me tells a different story.
And when the final buzzer sounds on his playoff run, he’ll have to decide.
Protect the career he’s fought for…
Or risk everything for a love neither of us saw coming.
Blue Line Collision launches the Desert Elite Hockey series and spins off from the Desert Ice Hockey and Desert Football worlds. Inside you’ll find a bisexual awakening, a closeted playoff rookie, a broody rockstar, secret hookups, found queer hockey family, and a love that hits harder than a body check.
Grab your copy today for hard hits, backstage heat, and a love that refuses to stay in the closet.
Darting his tongue into the corner of his mouth, he smirked. “I’m just going to come out and ask you something, okay?” “Yeah, sure.” I shifted and sipped my margarita. I wasn’t sure I liked his tone. It was too serious. “Are you attracted to guys, Evan? Have you ever been with a guy?” His forehead wrinkled. “I’m getting sort of mixed vibes here, and your friend is queer, so…” I dropped my mouth open. How should I answer? No, hell no. I’m not attracted to guys. Except him. Fuck. Is this how Lucas felt when he met Ezra? “I’m straight. I’ve never been with a guy.” He edged away from me, his thigh leaving mine, his arm dropping to his side. “Okay. Sorry, I thought maybe you’d want—” Dipping his head and shaking it, he scoffed a laugh. “Sorry. I misread things.” But he hadn’t. Not entirely. “Yeah, no, it’s cool, man. I don’t have any problems with it. Both of my best friends are bi. I’m pretty comfortable with affection from guys.” I slumped my shoulders. He’d wanted to hook up with me, and I’d almost let him. I drank the rest of my cocktail as tightness filled my chest. Who was I fooling? I wanted him too.
Christie Gordon is the author of steamy, heartfelt gay romance novels that explore the emotional journey of men discovering themselves and finding love. It all started when she stumbled upon MM fanfiction by accident—and let’s just say, it was love at first read. Inspired by the genre’s mix of passion and complexity, Christie transitioned from reading about men in love to writing her own stories. After taking fiction writing classes at a local community college, she published her first MM romance novel in 2009 with a small press, and she’s never looked back.
When she’s not writing, Christie watches boys-love dramas, creates digital art, or is serenaded by her snoring one-eyed rescue pug. A graduate of both Electrical Engineering (BS) and Business Administration (MBA), she spends her “day job” navigating the high-tech world, but her heart belongs to the characters who live in her books. Christie currently resides in the Phoenix metro area, though she’s also lived in California’s Bay Area and Minnesota (which probably explains her deep love of pumpkin spiced latte coffees and hockey).
She’s also the proud mother of two young-adult sons who provide plenty of material for stories—usually in the form of chaotic shenanigans. But no matter what, Christie’s always up for a new adventure, whether it’s on the page or in the real world.
Darting his tongue into the corner of his mouth, he smirked. “I’m just going to come out and ask you something, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” I shifted and sipped my margarita. I wasn’t sure I liked his tone. It was too serious.
“Are you attracted to guys, Evan? Have you ever been with a guy?” His forehead wrinkled. “I’m getting sort of mixed vibes here, and your friend is queer, so…”
I dropped my mouth open. How should I answer? No, hell no. I’m not attracted to guys. Except him. Fuck. Is this how Lucas felt when he met Ezra? “I’m straight. I’ve never been with a guy.”
He edged away from me, his thigh leaving mine, his arm dropping to his side. “Okay. Sorry, I thought maybe you’d want—” Dipping his head and shaking it, he scoffed a laugh. “Sorry. I misread things.”
But he hadn’t. Not entirely. “Yeah, no, it’s cool, man. I don’t have any problems with it. Both of my best friends are bi. I’m pretty comfortable with affection from guys.” I slumped my shoulders. He’d wanted to hook up with me, and I’d almost let him. I drank the rest of my cocktail as tightness filled my chest. Who was I fooling? I wanted him too.
