~Synopsis~
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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~Excerpt~
Henry
“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.
~Review~
First
and foremost I would like to start this review off by saying “The Spiral Down”
is the first ever book I have read that was written by Aly Martinez. Yeah, yeah
readers don’t kill me, I now realize the error of my ways and I will definitely
be reading anything else that she has written. I love every single minute of
this book, she gave me comedy with a little bit of angst. I mean who doesn’t
like to laugh a little when they’re reading a book or get your heart broken by
one of the characters because they are little bit messed up. Well, Aly give me
that and many, many more, she made me fall in love with Evan and Henry. I loved
Henry because he has no brain to mouth filter and whatever is on his mind he
will say it, also the fact that he is comfortable with his sexuality it was so
freeing. You know what, that’s what Henry was a free spirit. Then we have Evan,
he was the serious one. You know the person who tries to stay grounded, that
was him. I love the fact that Aly was able to show that opposite do attract and
that’s exactly what happen with Evan and Henry. They weren’t looking for a
lasting relationship but once you’ve find your soul mate you can’t argue with
faith. When I was done with reading this book I had a smile on my face because
I am a huge sucker for a very well written HEA story.
~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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