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The Spiral Down (The Fall Up, #2) by Aly Martinez
Published by Indie on May 14, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Standalone M/M romance.
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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I absolutely loved this book! That’s the only way that I can start this review. I knew going into it that I would like it. I just didn’t know how much I would love it. This is my second favorite standalone M/M book of all time. This series also introduced me to Aly. The Fall Up was the first book of hers that I read and I just read it last week because I had this book in my sights and I have a weird OCD reading order problem.

Henry Alexander is the hottest recording artist out on the market right now. Right next to his best friend, Levee Williams. One would think that he has everything. Yet, he doesn’t. He constantly feels alone and thinks that he is searching in the right place for the right man. Unfortunately that isn’t working out for him. He desperately wants a love like his best friend has and it has him seeking out men that will never work out for him. Until one man enters into his life and changes things up.

Captain Evan Roth is probably one of the best pilots out there. He’s confident in his career but knows that there is something missing in his life. He just doesn’t know what it is.  His past has made him just a little bit jaded when it comes to relationships and causes him to protect his heart with everything he has. What he wasn’t prepared for was the whirlwind that is know as Henry Alexander to tilt his wheels.

I don’t even know where to start with Henry and Evan. These two are just fantastic. Henry is confident yet insecure. He’s hilarious and boisterous. His quirks are adorable yet annoying. Most importantly, he’s loyal to those close to him and loves fiercely. Evan is confident, vulnerable, patient, funny and seems to be a bit more spiritual. He’s also fighting everything in him to not fall for a man.

The tension that Aly built up during their cat and mouse chase had me on the edge of my seat. Shit, I wanted to be the cat and the mouse. I wanted to be both. I wanted to be chased like they chased each other. I get that I totally just made this all about me. I’m fine with that. What is it with me and my desire to throw myself into a fabulous M/M relationship? I just love a good story and get selfish and try to turn it around to me. So what?!?!

I think I pretty much swooned over anything either one of them said about the other.

“I was terrified to fly. But, right then, wrapped in his arms, Evan made me soar.”

Yes! That’s some epic shit right there. Seriously.

“You’ve been a whirlwind who has stripped me bare and brought me to my knees more than once.”

Seriously, Aly. You gave us some great lines.

The added bonus of this book for me was the banter between Henry and his bodyguard, Carter. Big burly Carter who they call a robot. He seriously puts up with some crazy things from Henry but he isn’t afraid to call him out on it. Henry loves to tease Carter and try to get him annoyed and flustered. It’s hilarious.

I really don’t know what else to say other than GO GET THIS BOOK! I seriously cannot recommend it enough. Well done, Aly. You are quickly becoming a go to author for me. Just keep them coming!

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“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.

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Chupame la verga.


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About Aly Martinez

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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