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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.
I’m a huge fan of Aly’s writing and also of this genre and was really excited to hear that we were going to get Henry’s story after reading The Fall Up. Aly’s first M/M book was in my opinion fantastic, hooked me in right from the start and I absolutely loved it.
Henry Alexander is the flamboyant gay rock star and best friend of Levee who we met in The Fall Up. Growing up in the foster care system, he did not have the best start in life, having been let down on a number of occasions he has never felt truly worthy of love, of being wanted, needed by someone. His challenge is straight men, wanting to turn them against everything they know and have believed about themselves – making them want him, a man but always leaving him feeling rejected.
Captain Evan Roth, pilot, ex military and substitute when Henry’s usual pilot falls ill. Evan doesn’t like labels and has not been with a man since he had his heart broken a few years previous. Having just got out of a relationship with a woman that just wasn’t working, where something was missing, he finds himself drafted in to fly Henry’s plane but he certainly wasn’t prepared for what would happen next
Henry is terrified of flying and his initial reaction to Evan is of shock and horror as he can’t see how this man could be qualified enough to fly but after he talks him through his panic attack during a nightmare of a flight, he can’t stop thinking about the sexy as hell pilot and sets his sights firmly on him. Evan feels the attraction too but he hates labels and does everything to push against it, resist Henry’s charms but he finds himself falling for him, a place he is not sure he can go back to.
I absolutely loved Henry’s character, there was so many endearing things about him and I loved the wit and sarcasm that we got from him and his drama queen antics had me laughing on more than one occasion. You could feel Evan’s inner turmoil, the emotions he went through and pain from his past and how he has carried this with him but you can’t help but fall for the vulnerability that he tries so hard to hide.
The Spiral Down is a hot as hell, emotional M/M romance. Whilst this is not a genre that is to everyones taste, Aly has done a brilliant job writing a natural, easy flowing story which whilst steamy is also full of romance and tenderness and two broken characters helping each other to overcome their pasts. Both Henry and Evan were intensely loveable and the other secondary characters in the book including Carter, Scott and plenty of appearances from Sam and Levee really helped to make this a great story. If you love M/M books, then you are going to love this and if you have never read one, then this is a great place to start.
“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.
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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