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Published by: Self Published
on October 26, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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.
It’s rare to come across a book that takes your breath away. A book that captivates and enthralls. A book that gets you out of your head and makes you just feel. THE FALL UP by Aly Martinez did just that and SO MUCH MORE! This author always gives us 5 STAR reads. They are consistently beautiful, deep, and heavily emotional. THE FALL UP is on the lighter side but no less poignant. This read shines extremely bright in a sea of romances.
THE FALL UP was a unique romance, an unexpected romance, a romance full of so many layers. Mental illness. Not a common topic you find embedded into a love story. It’s a hard topic, an out of the question topic for some people. It could be a trigger of some sort, but rest assured there is an incredible story and a lesson learned in the pages of this stunning book. A woman lost. A man lost. Together, they find the strength and the courage to become whole again, to find their way back to themselves and each other. Sam and Levee are two of the most well-developed characters I’ve read about in a while. The author always gives us strong leads in her stories, but there is something about these two that touched my heart immediately. As a reader, you will become one with these characters. You will experience every single emotion they experience. You will walk through every hard situation, big or small, with these characters. You will feel their grief, desperation, and sadness. You will feel their happiness, elation, and contentment. Not a page will go by without you feeling SOMETHING.
As an avid romance reader, I crave an instant happily ever after. But every now and then, I require a challenge. I lust after the chase of that happily every after. THE FALL UP was that challenge for me. This is a journey – a journey full of ups and down – a journey full of heart breaking truths and soul shattering events. This one put my mind, heart, and soul through the ringer, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Aly Martinez is a star. She has so much talent and so much grace. I’ve become an addict of her work. If you are a fan of Ms. Martinez, be prepared to be blown away. If you are new to this author, THE FALL UP is a spectacular place to start!
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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.