Henry Alexander’s story in The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez is NOW LIVE!
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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.
Review
When I met Henry Alexander in The Fall Up, I knew his story would be epic; I’m not sure if it was how charismatic he appeared even though it was obvious that beneath the rock star façade was a little boy who just wanted to be loved or if it was his ploy to seduce straight guys albeit for only one night in order to be the exception…to be special for once in his life.
The fact is that every aspect of Henry appealed to me and made me hope that he could find someone who deserved him…someone who saw beneath his famous disguise and still wanted the broken, dirty boy who wanted a permanent relationship not a temporary one.
“…it doesn’t make you gay…it makes you mine.”
Mine – that’s a concept that Henry Alexander has a difficult time understanding because he’s never truly had something or someone who was just for him. The two most important people in his life, Levee, and his sister, Robin, mean the world to him, but Levee belongs to Sam, and Robin is seduced by drugs more often than not. All of Henry’s other relationships are fleeting, sending him spiraling down time and time again once the chase is over, and Henry’s conquests go back to their straight lives. But with Evan Roth, what starts out as a game – a hunt to once again be the exception, Henry realizes that he wants more; he wants the teasing and taunting to go beyond one encounter; he wants to be the only one that Evan wants forever.
Evan Roth has his own scarred past; that’s why he has a rulebook that he follows when it comes to relationships, and a man like Henry Alexander – Mr. Suave rock star – is at the top of his no go list. But Henry Gilchrist, who Henry truly is beneath the rocker persona, is someone who Evan can’t stop thinking about…someone who warms his heart and hardens his cock…Henry’s someone that Evan could break every rule for if only he could trust that Henry wouldn’t make him spiral out of control and lose himself again like what had happened the last time he allowed someone into his heart.
But what if Henry and Evan spiral down together and catch each other when they fall?
The Spiral Down is Aly Martinez’s first M/M story, and let me tell you, she owned this new genre…OWNED it. The chemistry between Henry and Evan resonates off of the pages, and the passion that ignites with each sexual or loving embrace exemplifies just how good they are together and what could happen between them if Henry stopped worrying about labels and Evan gave in to breaking his rules, knowing that even if he got hurt at least he gave it his all.
Aly Martinez’s storytelling always consumes me; she has the ability to make me feel EVERY emotion throughout the duration of the text, and each and every time, I feel seduced by her words and controlled by the way the characters speak and act, wanting to understand everything that makes them who they are and witness them get their hearts desire. Henry and Evan deserve unconditional love and I adored witnessing their journey to get it, despite labels…despite their pasts…despite their fears.
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
5 Poison Apples
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.
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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