Title: The Fall Up
Author: Aly Martinez
Heat Rating: Explicit
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” It was raining. Isn’t that the way all great love stories start? And also usually end?”
It has been a long time since the opening paragraphs of a book have gripped me so fully by the proverbial balls and not let go until I have read the last words. Aly Martinez delivers a romance between two unlikely characters that takes readers on a gripping tale of finding oneself through the love, guidance and acceptance of your other half.
Levee and Sam are both troubled by past demons. The continual effect that it has on each of their lives has led each of them to meet in the most unusual and unconventional of circumstances. But as both of them discover, there might be some benefit of meeting at the lowest point – that they have someone to cling to during the climb in the only possible direction – up.
If there is one thing tat I have discovered that Martinez does amazingly well at in her stories, it’s giving life, second chances and love to perfectly flawed characters. As a reader there is something satisfying seeing these characters overcome their circumstances, triumph in the face of adversity and become stronger through true love to let go.
To say that I loved Sam Rivers is an understatement. His unique brand of quirky humor, alpha tendencies and willingness to wear his heart on his sleeve is what underpinned this as a great book. And that he is a tattooed hottie that knew how to work it was also a major bonus.
I really enjoyed that Levee was the more “prominent” character in this book and a great deviance from the usual cookie cutter female. I loved all of her vulnerabilities and connected with her immediately. Her ability to finally let go and be comfortable in her need of a relationship with Sam was great to bear witness. Her witty banter with several characters showed her depth and ability to love and overcome the challenges she faced. While she didn’t always make the wisest decisions, she eventually found her way.
Where Martinez excelled in this book was the injected humor to counteract the “heavy” situations. This perfect balance gave me all the feels I crave without becoming overwhelmed or bogged down.
As I have come to expect, the writing was flawless and flowed effortlessly from page to page. You can’t help but get caught up in this story that your surroundings fade to black while reading. I was highly annoyed when real life got in the way of this read.
Aly Martinez is also a master of creating sexual tension and explosive chemistry between her characters where the point of denying it become fruitless and pointless. The sex was steamy and definitely got me hot under the collar.
In my opinion, you really can’t go wrong with Aly Martinez. She delivers characters and a love story that you are not soon going to forget, nor be disappointed. With stories this well written and developed you are always assured a winner.
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.
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“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.
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.