Review Post: The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

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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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My Review

*****5 Utterly Phenomenal Stars*****

Just when I think there is no way Aly Martinez can make me fall even more in love with her exceptional words or her dynamic characters or her unforgettable stories, she goes and does just that. She makes me love harder. She makes me experience more unforgettable moments. She gives me two characters that have now permanently seared themselves to my heart, and she does all that through the beautiful and meaningful words she crafts. She makes me fall, she makes me feel, and she gives me every glorious and breathtakingly emotional moment along the way as I experience the thoughtfully crafted words of her stories.

The Spiral Down was no different, except it took that emotion, that unbridled heat and connection, and that level of vulnerability and raw feeling to the next level. Aly Martinez gave me two characters in the most authentic and raw way in this book. She gave me Henry and Evan on every level possible, and I felt them, their struggles, their wants and desires, and everything about them in my heart, my mind, and in my very soul while reading. You might think that sounds like a bit of an exaggeration on my part, but rest assured it’s not.

The level of immense connection and understanding I had with those two was everything, and I know it something I won’t ever forget.

The Spiral Down gives you the much anticipated story of Henry Alexander, a character I met and fell so hopelessly for in The Fall Up. Henry is a huge music star, with one seriously wonderful personality, and a past that has him searching, in more ways than one. You see Henry has a past that has made him crave a certain something, that something that’s always been missing, and that something that gives him the feelings he needs. That something also tends to give him the spiral down. It’s something that Henry equally loathes and craves, and that spiral down takes on a whole new meaning when he meets air captain Evan Roth. Evan is stoic, strong, and as he says, he is not gay. He’s got a dark past of his own, and he isn’t willing to go down the path that Henry wants him to, but no matter how much he fights it, he just can’t seem to stop thinking and feeling and needing Henry.

From the moment Henry and Evan meet, there is an instant connection between them that can’t be stopped. Henry wants Evan, and Evan doesn’t want to want Henry, and the more these two barrel down towards one another, the more things get real, and heated, and intense, and emotional to say the least. The Spiral Down follows their story of fight, raw vulnerability, and one tenacious connection and set of feelings as these two try to overcome their damaged pasts, and see what they just might be able to have together, if they can only find the light in all that darkness.

Their story is real. This story is emotionally raw and gripping. It’s messy and it’s flawed in a way that will have your heart breaking for these two a million times over, yet at the same time it breaks you, it tries to heal you too, right along with them.

It isn’t easy, and it isn’t always pretty, but it is so gloriously real and emotional to experience. Through it all, you will know in the deepest depths of your heart that what Henry and Evan could share together is worth every ounce of fight and hurt and darkness these two must go through, and in the end that will permanently place them both in your heart.

Aly created this story in such a way that let me get Henry and Evan, she let me feel them, and she let me fall so hopelessly for them. Every turn of the page in The Spiral Down strengthened my love for these characters deepening, had me wholly invested in what they could share, and had my heart with theirs as they struggled to overcome the fears and doubts of the past, in order to see what they could share together in the future.

I have loved each and every one of Aly Martinez’s stories, and they are some of my all-time favorite reads, but this one stands out, and I don’t mean because it’s a male-male romance. This one just felt so emotional, so raw and visceral at times, and there were many moments when I was just so wholly consumed by what these characters were experiencing. Being that in this book with them touched my heart, made me cry with hurt and sadness and joy at times, and had my heart throbbing with an immense need and vulnerability with Henry and Evan, as they went through their emotional journey. I felt so completely connected to all that they were experiencing because of how exceptionally Aly wrote and crafted this book.

I felt every ounce of this book. I lived it. I breathed it. I carried its characters with me through every page of the story, and I was completely blown away by what I got to experience within its extraordinary pages.

This book allowed me to feel love, and the true joys and light the right kind of love can bring to your life. It allowed me to feel the most intense kind of heat and connection and feelings that are the true definition of meltworthy. It made me feel vulnerable and open and so viscerally raw at times as these characters faced their respective pasts and hurt, and that opened my heart, along with Henry and Evan’s hearts, to things I never knew possible.

I fell with them, I loved with them, I hurt with them, and I hoped with all I had with them that they would be able to figure it all out and find their way to one another.

I could literally go on for thousands and thousands of more words about how much I felt this book, how much I experienced with Henry and Evan, and how much I lived their story with them, and I still wouldn’t crack the surface on how extraordinary The Spiral Down and Aly Martinez’s writing is.

The Spiral Down not only gave me a story I know I’ll never forget, it gave me two distinctive characters to love so fully and truly. And let me tell you, Henry and Evan are the best. Like the literal best.

Henry Alexander is a lot of things. He’s hysterical, he has a charming personality that will have your cheeks hurting from smiling so much, and he will steal your heart in a nanosecond. He is also mine. Okay? Okay. After meeting and experiencing him in The Fall Up, I knew I needed his story, and I knew that he would give me a story I wouldn’t soon forget. What Henry gave me was a vulnerability, a level of honesty and openness, and a full on glimpse into what made him him. Equal parts charming and sweet, outlandish and vibrant, while being so completely real and heartfelt, Henry Alexander is a man that is my new life partner. The Spiral Down gave me every bit of Henry Alexander, and the more I got of him, the more fiercely I loved him, the more I understood him and his choices on every level possible, and the more I needed him to be okay.

Understanding Henry, seeing where his fears, worries, and choices stemmed from, and understanding the past that so affected his present was everything, and I cannot tell you enough how much I love his character. My love for him is unending and so very real, and that was all possible because of what Aly Martinez gave me with him in this book.

Evan Roth is a man who equally stole my heart. He is a man who hates labels, who is very stoic, and who has this wall around him to prevent people from getting to close. He has a past that warrants all of that, and he is in no way prepared for Henry Alexander to tear through those carefully crafted walls with a bulldozer that equally terrifies and excites him. What I loved about Evan’s character was really getting to experience, understand, and feel that struggle he went through. Evan was definitely mysterious, but he was so damn alluring too. I needed to know and get more of him, and Aly gave me just that. Over the course of The Spiral Down, she gave me Evan 100%, and she let me understand through some very shocking revelations and moments what had made Evan so wary about relationships with men in the first place, and what held him back with Henry.

As Evan starts to see what he and Henry could really share, I fell so immensely in love with his character. I loved how he opened up, how he opened up Henry, and how he exemplified what it truly means to overcome the darkness and pains of your past in order to embrace the feeling and the joy the light of the future can bring you.

The Spiral Down was just another exceptional story to read, experience, and feel by Aly Martinez. Every word with Henry and Evan in this book was heartfelt, real, and intensely emotional and passionate and heated.

Written and created with such beautifully emotional and all-consuming writing, this book tells the story of what happens when you meet that one person that literally changes everything. It shows the truly good and life changing things that can happen when that right person makes you look at everything differently, and what can happen as you find yourself on a path you craved and wanted and needed, yet never thought you’d actually get the chance to be on. And sure that path might be scary and bumpy and it might not be the easiest of paths to take, but it is so real and so good and so damn worth it.

This book gives you that path with Henry and Evan, and you feel in your heart, and in your bones, and in your very being, every breathtaking and all-feeling step of the way.

The Spiral Down is a mesmerizing story of how the pain and darkness and fears from the past, can open you and your heart up to an extraordinary level of feeling and vulnerability and love, and how it can literally give you it all, if you just take that leap of faith, and embrace that spiral down.

I loved every single word of this book. I loved its characters, both main and supporting, its feels, and every moment I got within its wondrous pages. I loved how it made me laugh, and smile, and cry, and hope, and just feel, and in the end it gave me a love story I know will stay with me forever.

This book, the meaning and feeling behind every word, and the moments you get within it are everything, and you need to experience it as soon as humanly possible. It would be so wrong to miss a book so exceptional as this one, and I can’t recommend it to you enough.

Read this book. Let it wow you and take ahold of your heart and feels in every single way possible. Give yourself over to it and Henry and Evan, and just experience the emotionally mesmerizing and unforgettable ride that is The Spiral Down.

 

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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.

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aly martineez

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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Excerpt Reveal: The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

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Chapter One

Henry

Rain fell from the sky in sheets. It’d only been drizzling when I’d boarded my private jet not even a half hour earlier.  Now, I could barely see the airport outside my window.

“No, babe, it’s not a big deal. I just would have liked to see you while I was in town. It’s been a while. That’s all,” I said, shifting the phone to my other hand.

Dipping my finger into the empty glass that had once been the home of gin and tonic number three, I stared at the melting ice as I stirred it in a circle.

Her raspy, sleep-filled voice no longer sounded anything like that of the little girl I’d met when she was only five. But, after sixteen years, Robin Clark no longer resembled that child, either.

“I swear I thought the shower was next weekend. I got my dates mixed up. I’m so sorry,” she lied. She did that a lot.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s cool,” I said, pretending to believe her.  I did that a lot.

And it killed us both a little more every time I did.

“I love you, Cookie,” she whispered.

I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not anymore.

But I knew one thing was true. “I love you too, kid.”

We sat in silence for several seconds, neither of us willing to hang up. However, neither of us knew what else to say.  A million words hung between us, but none of them would solve anything. God knows I’d said them all over the last five years. Still, she’d never heard any of them. Not really.

With my heart physically aching, I swallowed hard and bit the bullet. “Listen, I’m about to take off. I’ll be in L.A. for a show next week. Why don’t you come and we’ll hang out for a few days?” It was an honest invitation.

I didn’t receive an honest response.

“I’ll be there!”

“I’ll have Carter set it up. I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon and give you the details. I can’t stay long, but maybe a quick dinner or something.”

“Perfect.”

We didn’t linger with drawn-out goodbyes. A few seconds later, my phone was off and I was once again gazing out at the pouring rain, wishing I were anywhere but on a plane.

Carter, my head of security, settled in the seat beside me and opened the latest issue of Sports Illustrated magazine.

My stomach clenched when the plane jerked as we backed away from the gate.

“Tell Levee I love her, okay?” I said to Carter without dragging my eyes off the terminal disappearing in the distance.

“Here we go,” he mumbled, closing his magazine and turning his attention my way.

“Can you do me a huge favor? If I don’t survive, make sure it’s open casket and I’m wearing—”

“Blue. It makes your eyes pop,” he finished for me.

“Right, but—”

“But your eyes will be closed, so you should wear green instead. It looks better with your complexion.”

“Yes, but—”

“But your complexion will be ashy since you’re dead and all. So let’s just go with a sleek, black suit. It’s timeless.” He arched an incredulous eyebrow.

Lifting my glass in the air, I rattled the ice at Susan, my personal flight attendant. She was busy buckling herself in for takeoff, but she flashed me a warm, motherly smile in acknowledgement that she had seen me.

“So maybe we’ve had this conversation before,” I told Carter.

He rolled his eyes. “Every time we fly.”

I huffed but didn’t bother explaining. He knew exactly how terrified of flying I was. He’d been there the day it’d all begun.

You would have thought that, after having traveled the globe for years, a simple two-hour flight wouldn’t have been a problem. My racing heart and sweating palms argued otherwise.

In the eight years since my career had taken off, I’d gone from a somewhat-popular YouTube personality to the king of the music industry when Levee and I’d released our self-produced debut album, Dichotomy. Filled with half of her tracks and half of mine, it had soared to the top of the charts. There hadn’t been a radio station in the country not playing our music. In a matter of weeks, our careers had exploded, which had forced the whole world to take notice.

The following years had been a whirlwind. Grammys, record deals, fame, fortune, security. I could have retired six months after I’d started and never wanted for anything again. Well, that’s not totally true. The one thing I really wanted could never be bought.

I wasn’t even sure it could be earned.

It was something so rare that I feared it didn’t actually exist.

Love. Unconditional. Unwavering. Eternal. Love.

I gave that to exactly two people in my life.

I only received it in return from one.

I’d been born a gay man. There had never been a moment in my life when I’d been remotely sexually attracted to women. If I had been, I would have married Levee Williams the second I’d laid eyes on her. Because I’d known, just that fast, that she was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

And she had been.

Riding the state’s dime to college, I’d branched out on my own at eighteen, armed with nothing more than a guitar and a headful of mediocre lyrics.

In a lot of ways, alone felt better.

In most, it felt worse.

Luckily, within weeks of starting my new adventure, I met Levee at a local bar on amateur night.  She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d been attempting to hit on me when she’d first strutted over after her set. I understood how she’d misinterpreted my intense stare while she’d performed. But, when her kind, brown eyes lit as our gazes met, I knew, straight or gay, I needed to meet that woman. That night, over beers and more laughs than I had ever experienced, we bonded over music. Less than two weeks later, I moved in with her. Part of my heart bound to hers in a way I had never felt before. With no parents, no siblings, not even a foster mother who’d taken a liking to me, I’d spent most of my life searching for the sense of belonging she gave me only minutes after we’d met.

I fiercely loved that crazy woman. And it amplified as the years passed when I realized the feeling was mutual.

Levee was more than my best friend. Outside of Robin, she was the only family I’d ever had.

Which really meant she was the only true family I’d ever had.

I’d heard that God wasn’t exactly stoked about homosexuality, but come on. What kind of a masochist sends a gay man his soul mate with boobs and a vagina?

Especially considering she was now married to Sam Rivers and six months pregnant with his baby girl.

I’d tried dating over the years, but the few men I’d found interesting had found me temporary. I was good for a night of fulfilling their secret fantasies. But that’s where it ended. I guess that’s what I got for having a thing for straight men. I couldn’t stop myself though. It wasn’t the sex. As a celebrity, I had plenty of men vying for my attention. Ass was easy to come by. But the high that came from being with a straight man, knowing he was going against his own genetic coding just for one night with me, made every minute of the pain worth it.

Those forbidden encounters were a drug.

And I was a junkie.

The hunt of finding that perfect blend of brute masculinity and subtle curiosity.

The chase of teasing and taunting, ramping them up until they were unable to get my clothes off fast enough.

The victory as they finally broke, giving in to the one desire they had never considered before they’d landed in my crosshairs.

That was the high.

But it was always followed by the crash.

Including the inevitable spiral down when they realized what they had done.

Some freaked, slinging insults and threats at me as if I had somehow magically cast a spell and charmed their dick into my mouth. Some wore their shame on their faces, gathering their clothes and rushing from the room without a backward glance. Some felt the high too and came back for seconds, desperate for more.

But they all left, one way or another.

Always.

Once I’d accepted that those encounters were nothing more than a fix, it’d stopped gutting me when they walked away.

While I’d had my fair share of partners, I was far from a whore. I didn’t launch my expert skills of seduction on any straight man who crossed my path. That would have been a wasted effort. I was good; don’t doubt that. But men didn’t just fall naked into my bed, begging for me to take their bodies in ways they would never forget. At least, not the men I wanted. It took patience and dedication to achieve my high.

I spent two years working my way into a certain NFL quarterback’s bedroom.

Worth every single second.

Or so I’d told myself as I’d felt another piece of my soul break away when he’d dismissed me from his life the very next day.

Maybe I was a whore after all.

But I’d tried the relationship thing and it just didn’t work.

I’d given my heart to a man once. He’d given it back a month later.

I was devastated when he left. I was ruined when, two months later, I watched him marry a woman I knew he didn’t love.

No. That’s not true. It was me he didn’t love.

That was a common theme in my life and exactly why I was so successful as a singer-songwriter. It was hard to be all “woe is me” with millions of adoring fans acting as if you were a god who’d returned to Earth.

While Levee struggled with the weight of her fame, I flourished under the spotlight. I was alive on stage. And, with no one waiting for me at home, I’d devoted years to touring. The roar of the crowd fueled my happiness to the point I feared the day when I would have to settle down.

And, right then, I was white-knuckle gripping the armrest as the jet accelerated down the runway before lifting into the sky.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I mumbled as my stomach dropped when the landing gear loudly locked into place.

“You’re fine,” Carter said absently.

I was absolutely not fine.

“I’m gonna puke,” I groaned.

His eyes never lifted from the pages of his magazine as he shook a vomit bag open and passed it my way.

“Thanks,” I replied, disingenuous.

“No problem. Now, take a deep breath and try to relax. We’ll be there in no time.”

As the plane leveled out, so did my stomach.

Blowing out a loud breath, I dropped my head back against the headrest. “We should’ve taken the bus.”

“There wasn’t time for the bus. Your ass is supposed to be on stage in four hours. What we shouldn’t have done is drive to San Francisco in the first place.”

“We’ve been over this. I wasn’t missing her baby shower.”

He grumbled, adjusting in his seat. “I think Levee and Sam would’ve understood.”

I narrowed my eyes and turned to glare at him. “Don’t even start with me. They would have understood perfectly. But that doesn’t change the fact that I wanted to be there.”

My tour had been scheduled over a year in advance. Tickets had sold out in less than five minutes. But none of that had mattered when I’d found out that Sam’s mom was planning a baby shower for Levee. I had very few priorities in life. However, being there for her was always one of them.

Susan approached my seat. “Can I get you another drink, Mr. Alexander?”

“Thank God. Yes!” I lifted my glass in her direction.

“No problem.” Her eyes nervously shifted to Carter. “A word?”

Carter unbuckled his seat belt and moved past me. They huddled together behind the small bar in the front, but my focus was on the mini bottle of gin she was emptying in my glass. I was well aware that I needed to slow down. Drunk on stage wasn’t exactly a novelty in my business, but slurring my words and stumbling over lyrics was a deal breaker for me.

Just as I was about to tell her to hold off on the drink, the plane suddenly jerked and my nerves skyrocketed all over again. I sucked in a sharp breath, and both sets of their concerned eyes jumped to mine.

Yep. I can sober up later.

Snapping my fingers, I ordered, “Drink.”

Susan smiled compassionately before shooting an impatient glare at Carter. I would have cared what they were whispering about if I hadn’t been about to pull an Incredible Hulk and peel out of my own skin.

“I’ll tell him,” Carter relented with a sigh, tagging the drink from her hand and then moving in my direction.

With shaking hands, I took the glass and tipped it back for a sip, relishing in the distracting burn in my chest.

“Tell me what?” I asked, settling the glass in a cup holder.

He motioned his chin at my drink. “Why don’t you finish that first?”

The clear liquid sloshed as the plane suddenly banked to the left.

“Excellent idea,” I said.

Carter’s gaze once again lifted to Susan’s in a silent conversation.

Her lips thinned.

Throwing the rest of my drink back, I bounced my attention back and forth between the two of them. Susan looked downright nervous, and Carter appeared more than a little annoyed.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you two?” I demanded.

“The pilot is having some chest pains,” he announced.

Suddenly, there wasn’t enough gin in the world.

Fighting to make my seat belt tighter, I gasped, “Did he pass out? Are we going down?”

Carter’s expression remained impassive.

“Of course not!” Susan cut in.

Her reassurance did little to comfort me, because whatever magical mechanism kept the cabin pressurized suddenly failed. If the pain in my lungs was any indication, there was absolutely no oxygen left on that plane. We were all going to die.

Carter’s heavy paw landed on my back, pushing my torso down so my head was between my knees.

“Calm down and breathe. We aren’t going down. The copilot is taking us back to San Francisco. We’ll be on the ground in no time.”

The vise on my lungs didn’t loosen.

Still hunched over, I nodded, having heard his words but finding no relief in them.

Susan kneeled beside me. “It’s okay, Henry. Co-captain Baez is an amazing pilot. You won’t even know the difference.” She rubbed my back.

Embarrassment mingled with the worthlessness I felt in that moment. But I was helpless to reel it in. My body was out of control. I was left as nothing more than a marionette being held captive by my fear.

Reaching out, I gripped Carter’s thigh desperately searching for a way to ground myself.

The man was a beast. At six-five and well over three hundred pounds, with short, black hair and nearly black eyes, he looked every bit of the scary bodyguard I’d hired him to be. There wasn’t anything soft or gentle about him. However, he’d been with me for almost a decade. He knew how I worked, even if he didn’t like it.

He patted my hand, and then I heard the crinkle of his magazine opening.

“You’ll be fine,” he said.

I wasn’t sure he was right.

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Synopsis2

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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author

aly martineez

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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It’s a Cover Reveal: The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

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The Spiral Down

Henry Alexander’s story.

(This is a m/m romance and can be read as a complete standalone.)

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RELEASE DATE: May 17th

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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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aly martineez

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.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads