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The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2), by Aly Martinez
Publish Date: May 17, 2016
Publisher: self-published
Format: e-ARC, provided by TRSOR Promotions
Genre: adult m/m contemporary romance
To Buy: Amazon
Rating: 4.5 STARS
(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.
Henry Alexander is a force larger than life. Charismatic, wildly talented, gorgeous, and a total rock star - literally - he is loved by many. Except for his musical partner and best friend Levee, though, Henry doesn't really see it. He doesn't feel loved by anyone, which is so sad for such a vibrant personality.
Like attracts like, so of course Henry is immediately attracted to pilot Evan Roth. Evan also is having trouble in the love department - although in his case, he has trouble loving others back. A bad relationship 10 years earlier has affected his ability to open himself up to love from anyone - man or woman.
Geez, these two are a mess.
Despite that, Evan and Henry together were better than they were individually
I loved the fact that The Spiral Down was in dual POV. As their relationship progressed, Evan and Henry had a lot of stuff to work out on their own, and they did a lot of that inside their own heads. Henry had to work through his feelings of abandonment that are left over from his crap childhood. And Evan had to work out his resistance to commitment, caused by the epic failure of his one relationship with someone he truly loved.
I've got to tell you - the sexual tension in The Spiral Down was ridiculously awesome. Evan and Henry have this palpable connection that was evident from their very first meeting. They couldn't not be around each other, and yet there was all this emotional baggage holding them back from fully giving in to their attraction. So, what you're left with is weeks of them being apart and questioning EVERYTHING, followed by them coming together in explosive, volatile fashion for a very short while. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I really did love The Spiral Down. I loved the glimpses of Sam and Levee's life now. I loved Henry's goofy banter, especially with Sam and Carter. I loved Evan's and Henry's connection, even when they didn't love it so much. This is definitely a book for your TBR.
I've got to tell you - the sexual tension in The Spiral Down was ridiculously awesome. Evan and Henry have this palpable connection that was evident from their very first meeting. They couldn't not be around each other, and yet there was all this emotional baggage holding them back from fully giving in to their attraction. So, what you're left with is weeks of them being apart and questioning EVERYTHING, followed by them coming together in explosive, volatile fashion for a very short while. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I really did love The Spiral Down. I loved the glimpses of Sam and Levee's life now. I loved Henry's goofy banter, especially with Sam and Carter. I loved Evan's and Henry's connection, even when they didn't love it so much. This is definitely a book for your TBR.
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.
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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1 comment:
I was wondering if you had read this one yet! Question answered. It sounds fun...and frustrating.
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