Maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.
The Fall Up
by Aly Martinez
A Contemporary Romance
For Release October 26th 2015
I wanted to jump.
He made me fall.
As a celebrity, I lived in the public eye, but somewhere along the way, I’d lost myself in the spotlight.
Until he found me.
Sam Rivers was a gorgeous, tattooed stranger who saved my life with nothing more than a simple conversation.
But we were both standing on that bridge for a reason the night we met. The secrets of our pasts brought us together—and then tore us apart.
Could we find a reason to hold on as life constantly pulled us down?
Or maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.
Levy is an award winning singer going through the motions of her life. She performs, she volunteers…Wash. Rinse. Repeat. However, she doesn’t seem to want to change a thing about it, even though it’s slowly draining her both mentally and physically. Her only form of escape these days is standing on a bridge alone at night. Little does she know how her life will come to change when she decides to strike up a conversation with the handsome stranger next to her.
What I enjoyed the most about this story was how Aly Martinez showcased Sam and Levy’s connection every chance she got. Be it through quiet exchanges, heated looks, flirty banter or just plain old sex scenes, Sam and Levy’s connection jumped off the page. Of course, it helped tremendously that they had an underlying yet intense chemistry that made itself know from the very start.
As I’ve come to expect from this author, Aly also delivered in the range of emotions she brought to the page. Both Sam and Levy were harboring some pretty deep issues and these in turn affected their relationship and their lives as individuals. But what I appreciated the most was the fact that although the emotions were intense and the story dealt with some heavy subjects, it never detracted from the romance or its sweet flirty vibe. At least not for me and that’s saying something. 😉
Another element I came to enjoy a lot, were the characters and their growth throughout the story. It was great to see how Levy came to recognize her weaknesses without ever losing sight of who she was and what she wanted out of her life or her career. It made her journey as the story progressed that much more enjoyable knowing that she was setting herself straight so she could succeed in building something with Sam.
Sam was no slouch either. He was fighting his way through his sister’s death and the guilt he felt in regards to that event. He recognized the potential of what he was starting to develop with Levy, so he pushed on because he couldn’t be the man Levy needed if he didn’t heal himself first. I came to admire his loyalty to his friends and family and his determination to make things work with Levy whatever obstacles were thrown in his way.
Of course, there was the added heat element. Although their chemistry was easily palpable it was slow in burning until finally (FINALLY!) they gave in to their attraction. That first kiss alone and thee subsequent encounter was well worth the wait. Thank you Aly!
All in all, a fantastic mix of elements that brought about a sweet, fun and emotional read.
*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.
“Thank fuck!” Sam said, swinging the door open before Devon even had the car in park.
“Oh, this isn’t my place. We’re just dropping Devon off. I’m about twenty minutes across town?” I tossed him a sugary smile then boldly shifted my hand into his lap, purposely brushing the bulge under his denim.
Grabbing my wrist, he narrowed his eyes and called out, “Devon, I’m gonna need to borrow a bedroom.”
I burst out laughing as Devon cursed loudly.
“Fine. This is my place. No smoking inside though,” I snipped as I climbed from the SUV.
“You better have some seriously exciting extracurricular activities to keep me distracted, then.”
“I have Ping-Pong!”
“Not exactly what I was thinking.” He mischievously cocked his head. “But I guess paddles and balls are as good a start as any.” Dipping down, he hoisted me over his shoulder. “Point me to the Ping-Pong table, my lady.”
I didn’t. I laughed hysterically as he carried me inside. Then I directed him to my bedroom instead.
I heard Devon locking up the house as Sam deposited me on the bed.
“Jesus. This view.” He pushed the curtains back. “Why the hell would you ever go up to the bridge when you have this here?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, pulling my earrings off and placing them on my nightstand.
Oh, but I knew. It might not have been what had originally sent me up that bridge, but it was why my feet carried me back every night. And that very reason was currently standing in front of me with entirely too much clothing on.
“You want a beer?” I asked, sliding my shoes off.
“Nah, I’m good.” He faced me, and I could tell something was off with his demeanor. He didn’t inch any closer. Instead, his lips were tight and his eyes uncomfortably flashed around the room.
It suddenly didn’t feel like Sam standing in front of me at all.
He felt like a stranger who had just come face-to-face with Levee Williams.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you about to freak out?” I whispered, nervously moistening my lips.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m not really sure yet. But I’m gonna need you to stop licking your lips long enough for me to figure it out.” His mouth cracked into a wide grin, and my shoulders relaxed.
Now that was a flash of my Sam.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s just… I think this is the first time I’ve realized that you’re some big-time celebrity. I might be in over my head here, Designer Shoes.”
“I just make music, Sam.” I returned his smile and very slowly prowled in his direction. “Imagine how I feel though. You’re Samuel Nathan Rivers. A tough, tattooed furniture designer who makes six figures a year but is too afraid to tell his mommy he votes democratic.” I giggled as he frowned humorously. Stopping in front of him, I dragged a fingernail down his chest then teased the waistband of his jeans. “Have you considered that maybe I’m the one who’s in over her head here?” I leaned forward to nip at his lips, but he spun us around.
“Excellent point. I’m going to need you to try really hard to keep it together, Levee. You haven’t even seen my six-pack and huge cock, yet.” He smirked and attempted to return my nip, but I stepped out of his reach.
“You brought beer and chicken?” I feigned excitement.
That one corny joke was all it took to bring my Sam back completely.
With a sexy smile and a coy shrug, he seductively backed me toward the bed. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”
“Clearly,” I breathed.
He moved in close so his lips were only a centimeter away, but for as much as I wanted him, it was agonizing. “Clearly,” he repeated, his smoky yet sweet breath breezing across my mouth.
His strong arm looped around my waist, tugging me against his chest, while I stared into his hooded eyes, eagerly waiting for him to make a move.
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.