Henry Alexander's story in The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez is NOW LIVE!
BLURB
I was afraid to fly.
He made me soar.
After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want.
Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone.
Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming.
Tall, dark, mysterious… Straight.
We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed.
But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given.
I just never expected to crave the spiral down.
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6 STAR REVIEW
Wow. I mean just wow. I have followed this author from the very beginning and have absolutely loved every word she has thrown out on paper. Each character/couple that she has introduced to us have been unforgettable.
She is perfection on paper.
Now, I should have been nervous about this being her first M/M story. Not everyone can write that. But I wasn't. As I said before I have never read a story from her that didn't leave me with a massive hangover so I knew it would be good.
Did I know it would be amazing...yes. Did I realize just how amazing it would be...absolutely not. The love story between Henry and Evan.
Get ready ladies because in a boy meets girl book you end up falling for the boy...hard. That's just the way it is. I'm sorry, but I have never finished a book and thought, 'man I am in love with them both.' Until. Now.
Somehow it makes that massive book hangover even worse, pining after TWO characters. Never have I wanted to jump in to a book so badly and bring these boys home with me. This story and every one of the characters in this book were amazing. The love story was off the charts and the sex...well holy shit...you will just to read it to find out. I don't want to give away any spoilers.
If you are an Aly Martinez fan you already know she is going to knock your socks off. I this is your first time reading a Martinez masterpiece, enjoy the ride.
You won't regret it.
Hands down a 6 star read for me.
She is perfection on paper.
Now, I should have been nervous about this being her first M/M story. Not everyone can write that. But I wasn't. As I said before I have never read a story from her that didn't leave me with a massive hangover so I knew it would be good.
Did I know it would be amazing...yes. Did I realize just how amazing it would be...absolutely not. The love story between Henry and Evan.
Get ready ladies because in a boy meets girl book you end up falling for the boy...hard. That's just the way it is. I'm sorry, but I have never finished a book and thought, 'man I am in love with them both.' Until. Now.
Somehow it makes that massive book hangover even worse, pining after TWO characters. Never have I wanted to jump in to a book so badly and bring these boys home with me. This story and every one of the characters in this book were amazing. The love story was off the charts and the sex...well holy shit...you will just to read it to find out. I don't want to give away any spoilers.
If you are an Aly Martinez fan you already know she is going to knock your socks off. I this is your first time reading a Martinez masterpiece, enjoy the ride.
You won't regret it.
Hands down a 6 star read for me.
Review by Stacey
EXCERPT
“How about you and one of your girls come out to my show in L.A. next week? My treat. Dinner, drinks, the whole deal. Evan and I would love to take you two beautiful ladies out for an evening.”
“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, cocking his head to catch my gaze.
I leaned back into my seat and lifted a hand to massage his shoulder. I was barely able to suppress a moan when the angle of his firm trap muscle met my palm.
Fuck, this guy was built like a brick wall. And I was going to love every second of watching him crumble for me.
“Oh, come on, Evan. It’s the least we can do. Double date.” I winked at Jessica. “You can fly them out! My plane should be ready by then.”
Jessica’s eyes jumped to Evan’s. “You’re a pilot?” Her smile spread irritatingly wide.
Back off, Ginger Spice.
Snapping my fingers in her direction, I corrected, “He’s my pilot.”
Subtlety was not a virtue I possessed. Was subtlety a virtue at all?
“Your temporary pilot,” he amended before shaking his head and then tipping his beer to his lips for a long pull.
“Anyway. Do we have a date?” And, by date, I meant feeding her dinner while I attempted to work my way into Evan’s pants.
She pressed one finger to her lips and then nervously flashed her eyes around the cabin.
“Oops. Sorry.” I shrugged sheepishly. Lifting my drink to my mouth, I discreetly passed her my cocktail napkin and then not-so-discreetly brushed my forearm against Evan’s chest as I pulled away.
He offered her a tight smile just before she disappeared.
I grinned proudly.
“What the fucking hell was that?” he whisper-yelled at me.
“That was me getting a woman’s number.”
He arched an eyebrow. “A woman. Really?”
“What? Is that not allowed?” I feigned innocence.
He clenched his fist in his lap, and it made me suddenly aware that my own hands had stopped trembling—and in record time, I should note. Evan seemed to be quite useful in the art of distraction.
He leaned closer. “Don’t bullshit me. I looked you up. You’re…” He stopped, unwilling to say the big, bad “G” word.
“I’m what?” I taunted.
He rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his beer.
We went back to silence until Jessica came back by with another drink, complete with her phone number written on the napkin.
“I’m not going on a double date,” Evan said as I tucked the napkin into my pocket. “You want me to fly them out? Not a problem. Schedule it with Jackson. But that’s the extent of my professional responsibilities. And, since I’m off the clock right now, I’d also like to mention that I think whatever play you’re planning to run on that woman is fucked up.”
My head snapped to his. “I’m sorry. Play?” I asked with more attitude than I had originally planned.
“Yes. Play,” he sneered.
I stirred my drink. “Let me get this straight. I’m offering to fly her out in a private jet, feed her dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city, and put her front row at a concert that has been sold out for over a year. That doesn’t seem like a play to me. It sounds like I’m trying to do something nice for a woman I was rude to earlier.” I casually leaned back in my seat. “My conscience doesn’t ‘play’ when it comes to apologies.”
“Right. Well, maybe you should have a chat with your conscience, because she looks like she just won the date of a lifetime. Meanwhile, you don’t even like women.” He stalled, no doubt looking for just the right word to express his disgust without sounding like a bigot. Judging by his gentleness when we’d taken off, he wasn’t the type of guy to go for the fag bomb.
I watched him intently, excited to see how he was going to handle this.
“You’re gay.”
I frowned at his lack of creativity. “Not that it’s any of your damn business. But I’ll have you know I love women.”
It wasn’t a lie. I adored women. Especially Levee and Robin.
I just didn’t like pussy. Meh. Semantics.
He gaped. “You’re bi?”
“And I’ll repeat: None of your damn business. But yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”
Again, it wasn’t necessarily a lie.
Was I bisexual? Fuck no. My cock was in no way an equal opportunity employer.
I was somewhat bilingual though. I knew how to ask for a blow job in English and Spanish. I pretended that was what he meant.
Chupame la verga.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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